𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 ➵ (𝐓𝐖𝐃)

𝐕𝐈𝐈

Ada

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"Peek-a-boo!"

Judith stared at me blankly, and I covered my eyes once more, aching to get a reaction out of her.

"Peek-a-boo!" I say again, Still no reaction. I sighed and turned back to feeding her. I hoped she'd like our little game in the future. 

Beth watched us from her seat across the table. "Havin' fun?" She asked, laughing.

"Yes, although, she is not." I smiled back. 

I grinned at the baby in my arms, continuing to feed her, when Glenn walked in with the rest of the group behind him. He knelt on the ground and began to draw on it with chalk. He was drawing a map of the prison. 

"You said you found Tyrese's group here?" He pointed to a place on the map.

"Yeah," Carl answered.

"We secured this," Glenn says.

Carl then pointed somewhere on the map, "He said he came through here."

Glenn sighed. "That means there's another breach. The whole front of the prison is unsecured. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

"Why are we so sure he's going to attack?" Beth asked. "Maybe you scared him off." 

"He had fish tanks full of heads," Michonne spoke. "Walkers and humans, as trophies. He's coming." She says with little emotion in her words.

"We should hit him now," Glenn suggested. "He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head."

"We're not assassins," Carol told him.

Glenn stood up and walked towards Michonne. "You know where his apartment is. You and I could end this tonight." He sighed. "I'll do it myself." The two looked at each other for a moment before Michonne nodded her head in agreement. 

"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened. You and Scott were almost killed, Daryl was captured, and you and Maggie were almost executed." Hershel pleaded with the man. 

"You can't stop me." Glenn walked towards the older man.

"Rick would never allow this."

"You really think he's in any position to make that choice?" Glenn quipped back.

I adjusted Judith in my arms as she began to cry. I felt uncomfortable around all of the arguing, so I was grateful to use that as an excuse to leave the room. The tension made me nauseous. As did the whole Governer situation. 

The keywords that stuck with me as I walked out of the room, were Hershel's. "It isn't worth any more killing."

Because it never is, is it?

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My brother was on bed rest due to the injuries he suffered on his sides. A couple of broken ribs, and a black eye, on top of his still recent stab wound, was still not enough to keep this man in bed.

"I just can't stand sitting still all day." He groaned. "I need to do something, A. I'm so bored." He whined.

"Shut up and take a nap or something. I'm not letting you leave this room until you are fully healed." I stand my ground.