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. although nobody would say it aloud, most did feel bad for what would happen to the boy. some felt guilty, knowing he would be executed, but even through the guilt they felt, nothing could over power the feeling of fear they felt. the need to be safe, the need to keep everyone safe. that alone over powered any guilt they had.
dale had spoken to everyone, and he'd gotten to a few people in the group, he was desperate as he pleaded with the group members. his words effecting the way they thought, while a majority of them not sure, both out comes weighing heavily on their minds. lee wondered why the man was so hell bent on keeping randal alive, it confused lee to no end, wondering how he could want someone alive who could end up getting them killed. he supposed it was dale's morale poking through, like rick the two men were very head first on doing the right thing. lee supposed that this was one of the few instants where rick wouldn't do the right thing.
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. it would be a hard decision for most, for some of the group members they wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. they wouldn't know what to do with themselves after the vote. 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, lose 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. lee didn't let himself dwell much on what was to happen to randal, knowing it would only send him down a rabbit hole if he did. he'd begin to doubt himself and it would drive him mad.
his eyes watched as carl walked away, headed for the stairs. glenn popped his knuckles, "so how do we do this?" the korean man was the one to break the silence with a question. elbows resting on his thighs as he glanced to rick, curiosity his eyes as he awaited for what the grimes man would say. none of them were sure how the vote would take place, each having their own questions on it. "does it have to be unanimous?" andrea questioned, eyes glancing around the room. everyone unsure how to go about this, it sounded inhumane to decide what to do with the boy in the barn. "how about majority rules?" lori offered softly, looking around the room with worried eyes, rick shook his head at the woman. he pinchedhis brows as he let out a heavy sigh.
