IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 11 !
" where is my mind "
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THE EVENTS FROM the day prior hung heavily in the prison. moods dampened, fear coursing within everyone's bodies.
dark bruises painted her face, dark shades of green, ugly purple spotting them. they hurt to the touch, swelling, red surrounding the dark colored spots. her knuckles held small bruises, lee had only laughed when she'd told him how they got there, made her demonstrate how she threw the punch then laughed in her face at her form.
she hadn't found it funny, she'd rolled her eyes at the boy in response. having to bit back a smile that formed on her lips.
the group stood around the cell block, the dead still roaming the fields, the gates still down. "we're not leaving." rick declared, standing cocking the assault rifle he held in his hands. "we can't stay here." hershel told, looking to the grimes man. "what if there's another sniper? a wood pallet won't stop those rounds, and nat got lucky this time." maggie told, looking to the bruised girl who nodded. she'd killed a man, she'd expected to feel wrong. hate herself and scrub her hands, wanting to rid of the man's blood that had coated her fingers, deep within the bottoms of her finger nails.
but she hadn't. she didn't feel proud either, she just didn't feel anything at all. what she'd done, it was done to keep her people safe, to keep her younger brother who was in the line of fire, safe. she didn't feel wrong saying she'd do it again, because if it came down to it, she would do it again. "we can't even go outside." beth spoke up, her voice gentle and soft, "not in the daylight." carol told softly, lee scuffed in response at that.
"yeah cause that's so great." the walsh boy snarked, hands on his hips and jaw set. he'd left and things went bad, the governor and his people had gotten inside their fences, they'd nearly died. he wouldn't leave again if he didn't have to.
"rick says we're not running. we're not running." glenn told, waving his hand around as he spoke. natalia scuffed in response. "so what should we do next ? stay here and wait till they get inside again, they'll be inside these walls next time." natalia told, looking to her father who let out a deep sigh at the girls words. everyone had been thinking it, she just happened to be brave enough to step to rick about it. "no better to live like rats." merle spoke up, referring to what rick had originally said. natalia sighed heavily at the man's words, looking over her shoulder at the man locked up. "you got a better idea?" rick questioned, looking to the man.
merle nodded, "yeah, we shoulda slipped out of here last night when we had the chance, live to fight another day. we lost that window didn't we." merle told, arms outside of the barred door. hands clasped together as he spoke, looking to rick, a smug expression on his face. lee rolled his eyes at the dixon man, he'd been getting on everyone's nerves since he came back with daryl. "i'm sure he's got scouts on every road outta here by now." merle added, shrugging his shoulders, lee pursed his lips.
