IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 2 !
" drifting down the space way "
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FOOD HAD ALWAYS BEEN scarce, they'd gone days without food during the winter. fallen asleep with rumbling stomachs, and mouths as dry as cotton balls. it was more often then not that they'd go hungry, body's weak and stomachs growling for any sort of food. what little food they did find, most would go to lori, for she was feeding not only herself but also the baby she carried.
she stood watching as they wheeled in carts of canned food, along with bags of different perishables gave a new sense of hope, a sense of happiness and relief. they wouldn't have to go to bed hungry, go days without a proper meal. it gave a small feeling of hope that they'd be okay. perhaps the prison would be a safe haven. it was sad that food was the main thing that brought them happiness.
they pushed the food into the cell block, the carts lined up against the grey wall. they'd began to put the food into a cell, slowly picking the food off the cart and organizing it within the small empty cell.
natalia pushed herself off the wall, watching as her father and lee made a bee line for the cell block door. "we're actually helping them clear a cell block? what we're gonna be neighbors now, maybe ask if we can barrow a cup of flour?" natalia questioned as she caught up to the two, rick came to a hault, lee looked to rick in confusion as to if why they eruptly came to a stop.
rick placed his hands on his hips, looking to the girl who raised a brow at her father. "you're not coming with us." he told, the teen scuffed, shaking her head at his words. she mimicked his stance, hands on her hips as she met his eyes. "you're kidding. why does he get to go and i can't?" natalia questioned, quirking a brow in disbelief at her father.
rick licked his lips at his daughters words. he'd already prepared for her to be upset with his decision, yet it was final. "you know i can handle myself! i've proved that all winter." nat reasoned, annoyed beyond no belief. she'd done extra throughout the winter, she was more then capable of killing the dead, she could do it with her eyes closed at this point. rick knew that too, he had no doubt his child could handle herself.
it wasn't her capabilities he was worried about, it was the prisoners. "i know that. it's not that i don't think you're capable." rick began, natalia raised a brow, shrugging as she egged him to continue. "they're weirdos talia." the walsh boy piped up, looking down to the shorter girl who looked to him with a glare. "i wasn't talking to you. go away." she snapped, turning her attention back to her father, lee scuffed, turning on his heels walking through the bared door to where daryl and tdog stood, with the prisoners.
rick shifted on his feet, looking to the door lee had previously walked through. "he's right. i don't trust them, there's more of them then us, their unpredictable. we have no idea why they're locked in here, what they did... what they could do." rick told, voice slowly dying out. natalia's eyes fell to the floor, she knew what he was referring to, her lips fell into a frown. "i just want to keep you safe, i don't know how this could play out. i need you here to help keep the group safe, you're more then capable of keeping everyone safe." he told softly, natalia bit her lip, nodding slowly looking to the cell where hershel still laid unconscious.
