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Stella's leg bouched up and down, tapping the floor as she anxiously waited for whatever would happen next. They had been taken back to the prison as live bait. The givenour had riled up his cars and trucks outside the prison fences and announced his arrival by taking down one of their guard towers with a loud explosion. Stella heard the man call out for her father, telling him to come down to him.
"It's not up to me!" Rick's voice pierced through the air. "There's a council now. They run this place."
"Is Hershel on the council?" The governor's words were taken as a peak for a woman to roughly grab the older man before shoving him out of the car.
"Or Michonne? She on the council too?" Stella watched as Michone was brought out of the car just like Hershel and she held her breath waiting for her turn.
"What about Stella? You put your daughter on the council." A man grabbed the Grimes girl's arm, shoving her out of the car with great force. The sunlight hit her eyes and she had to squint to see what was happening. Just as she was brought of out the vehicle she saw Levi jolt forward with his gun in the air but he was quickly held back by both Tyrsee and Daryl. Carl lifted his weapon, sending Rick a glare of worry But his father's narrowed eyes didn't leave the man who violently forced Stella to her knees on the grass surface between Michonne and Hershel.
"I don't make decisions anymore," Rick shouted, noticing that his tone had gotten aggressively louder at the sight of his daughter on the other side of the fence.
"You're making the decisions today, Rick." The governor said calmly. "Come down here. Let's have that talk."
Stella's heart hammered against her ribcage and loud frightened breaths spiraled from her nose. Her fingers struggled to fidget themselves out of the rope's tight grip and her eyes roamed around hoping to find a way to escape. She watched her father walk over the gravel path toward the gates. He stopped a few yards away, staring at his daughter with big worried eyes and she tried to hide her fear.
"Let 'em go right now." Rick read the girl's terrorized expression. "I'll stay down here. Talk as long as you want. But you let 'em go. You got a tank. You don't need hostages."
"I do." The governor said. "I need to show you I'm serious. And whose better for that than your very own daughter... You and your people have until sundown to get out of here or she's dead. And so is the rest of them."
Rick shook his head, staring at him through tears. "Doesn't have to go down this way."
"I got more people, more firepower... We need this prison."
"There are children here." Rick's voice sounded pleading. "Some of them are sick. They won't survive."
The governor hesitated for a second before answering. "I have a tank and I'm letting you walk away from here. I could shoot you all. You'd all shoot back, I know that. But we'll win and you'll be dead. All of you. Doesn't have to be like that. Like I said, it's your choice. You got about an hour of sunlight left. I suggest you start packing."
