IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 2 episode 11 !
" i'm sick, and i'm tired too "
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THE COUNTRY air smelled of rain, the ground wet and muddy from the earlier rain shower. a dark cloud loomed over the farm, moods turned down wards, and the fate of randle heavy on everyone's minds.
dale had spoken to everyone, and he'd gotten to a few people in the group. his words effecting the way they thought, while a majority of them not sure, both out comes weighing heavily on their minds.
the sun had began to set, the sky painted different shades of oranges, the group piled into the home. this meeting would go either way, they'd either mercy the boys life, or he'd die. there was no middle ground. it was a fork in the road, everyone would choose which path they wanted to go with.
lee's shoes pattered against the steps, hand gently pushing the screen door open. his digits ran through his hair as he moved further within the room, his back leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
he wasn't anxious of what would happen to the boy, for he couldn't care. randle's life didn't hold much importance to him. he felt wrong for thinking randel should die, loose his life for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but what didn't change was that he was with a bad group of people, letting randle go, he'd find those people, and then they'd all die.
his eyes watched as carl walked away, headed for the stairs. gleen popped his knuckles, "so how do we do this?" he questioned, elbows resting on his thighs as he glanced to nick. "does it have to be unanimous?" andrea questioned, eyes glancing around the room. everyone unsure how to go about this, "how about majority rules?" lori offered, rick shook his head.
he waved them off, hands resting on his hips. he sucked in a breath, "how about we just see where everyone stands, then we'll talk about the options." rick told, moving to stand behind the plush arm chair. hand resting on the back of it, he looked around at the groups prying eyes. shane nodded, hand resting on his belt, "well where i sit, there's only one way to move forward." he told, eyes jumping between the members of the group.
lee felt himself slowly nod in agreement, because in his mind, there was only one way to go about this. "kill him, right?" dale questioned, pausing as his harsh stare looked around the room. "why bother to take a vote? it's clear which way the winds blowing." he told, throwing his arms out by his sides.
it had seemed dale was the only one who cared for the boys life. lee wasn't sure why it mattered so much to the older man, weather randle lived or died, yet dale would make sure everyone knew he was against it. rick leaned down so his forearm was holding his weight up against the chair, moving his head to look at dale. "well if there's people who think we should spare him, i wanna know." he told, his hand rubbing against the scruff of his face.
