"You can think you've run away from something, but actually you've been carrying it with you the whole time." - The end of the f***ing world
In a world where a saltine cracker could be your last meal, a pocket knife could be your only source of pr...
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༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ◦ Prisoners By Choice ! ◦ Season 3 Episode 1
SEASON THREE SPOILERS TW:slight gore
In Blood, Sweat, And Tears By Z3its0u
Lana's heart pounded violentlyin her chest as she continuously banged on the iron gates in front of her, watching as the ones she cared about the most fought off bloodthirsty walkers.
Earlier that morning Rick had called the entire group together for a meeting. The man wanted them to take over one of the cell blocks. He said it would have everything they needed, food, water, guns, a warm bed, and most importantly a roof over their heads. Some were against it and wanted to enjoy the victory they had just achieved, but Rick was determined to take over the cell block.
He devised a plan consisting of 2 groups. 1 group would go beyond the second layer of the prison fencing and fight off the walkers meanwhile the other group would bang on the surrounding fences, trying to divert stragglers.
Lana knows what could happen once they step beyond that fence and into the swarm of walkers. But she also knew that the pros outweighed the cons, therefore she and the majority of the group voted to take over the cell block.
But as she watches Glenn and the others fight off these walkers unable to help or assist besides killing one of the few walkers that comes into her reach.
"Over here!" "Come on!" "Right here!" These phrases were heard repeatedly.
As Rick and the others in the tight circle continue through the courtyard Lana is unable to attract walkers to the fence. She bites the inside of her cheek anxiously as she drops her knife at her side, watching the group move closely. Once the others realize they are unable to attract any walkers they rest their hands at their sides and begin to watch.
Things seem to be going smoothly, the circle stays in contact minus the occasional separation to kill a straggler or pick something up from the floor. For a split second Lana begins to relax, but then as if the world was trying to mess with her Rick presses his back to the wall and tenses. The rest of the group copies him and presses their backs to the wall.
"I can't see them? Can you see them?" Lori rambles fearfully, her hands gripping the fence in front of her tightly.
"Back there," Lana replies, pointing a finger through the fence.
