IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 2 episode 11 !
.014 - hangman !
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THE UNKOWN WAS THE LEADING FEAR IN AMERICA. the mere thought of not knowing what was gonna happen, how life would turn out scared people, how their lives would turn out. how even the smallest decision could impact their lives. being kept in the darkness about the future, it was fearful. that hadn't changed much for lee, he still feared what was to come. it was good at hiding it, he always had been. lee didn't like not known what was going to happen, weather it be with randal and his group, or simply what could happen to his own group, lee hated not knowing. it was the idea of not being able to stop something that would happen. lee was sure the others would agree, being kept it the dark was worrying. he wondered if any of them had known what was to come, if they would've prepped. if they could go back to the night in the town would they of done anything different, if they would've saved randal or let him become walker food. if rick had known just how many problems would arise by saving randal, if he would've still went with it, if he would've saved the boy from being ripped apart, or if he would of left him to th hands of the dead. if they had, it would've put off the problem they now had. the problem being; what to do with the boy.
they sat around the small fire pit outside, lori held a kettle full of boiling water. steam rising from the kettle as she poured the liquid into a coffee mug, activating the dark powder, heaps of steam rolled from within the glass mug. it was relatively quiet, everyone sitting around while they awaited for what rick had decided. the man had become there unofficial leader, someone they looked to, someone who somehow was always supposed to have all of the answers. "so whatcha' gonna do? i think we'd all feel better if we knew the plan." lori was the one to break the silence, standing as she wrapped her digits around the warm coffee mug in her hands, blowing a small puff of air into the cup to cool the liquid to be consumed. lori's eyes looked between rick and shane, neither were quite sure what to do with the boy, both staying silent, jaws ticking and creases forming between their brows. lee leaned against a tree, he lightly nodded his head, his arms folded firmly over his chest. agreeing with the grimes women, a frown on his lips as he looked between the two men, awaiting any type of answer from the two. "is there a plan?" andrea questioned, her hands placed on her hips as she looked between the two. rick let out a small sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "we gonna keep him here?" glenn questioned, hands stuffed within his pockets, his brows raised, his hat weighing heavy on his head.
rick and shane looked between one another, they both shifted on their feet. the grimes man rubbed the scruff on his face before resting his hands on his hips. "we'll know soon enough." rick had finally told, looking over his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. daryl gruffed, his hand clutching the cross boy tightly in his hand, spots of crimson stained his hands, it was faint but lee caught it. "boys got a gang, thirty men. heavy machinery, and they ain't lookin' to make friends. they roll through here, our boys are dead. our women gonna wish they were." daryl gruffly told, lee felt his stomach twist at the man's words, the mere idea of anything happening to their group had him feeling anxious. lee shook his head, running a hand through his mop of loose curls. if anything had been made clear it was that they couldn't keep the boy on the farm, not if they wanted to worry every second of the day about his people pulling up on them. "what'd you do?" carol questioned softly, looking warily to the dixon man. lee turned his attention to the dixon man, eyes focused on the blood that resided on his knuckles, the man shrugged, beginning to walk once more. lee truly didn't care what he'd done to the random boy in the barn, they needed answers and daryl had gotten them, that was the end goal. to know more about who they we're dealing with. "had a little chat." daryl told blankly, his tone slightly threatening. carol pursed her lips at the man's words. rick rested his hands atop his hips. "no one goes near this guy." rick declared. his tone telling that was final and there would be no room for discussion, although lee doubted anyone wanted to be close to the boy.
