IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 15 !
" im a self sabotaging suicide machine "
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WAR. they'd been taught about every war that had happened in history. why they started, and how they ended. territory normally was the reason it started, and natalia was slowly beginning to see the parallels between history and their current predicament.
the governor wanted their prison, he wanted their home. he wanted to steal what they'd worked so hard for, it brought a nagging feeling to her stomach. her gut in a knot, because what ever happened, the governor wanted them dead.
in his eye, they were a threat. he didn't show it, but he did hold a small piece of fear for the group, and that was the reason he seen them as a threat. they'd cleared out the prison, a group of six, they'd done something his community couldn't do. natalia wasn't going to let them lose their home, she was not going to let him take more from her.
she stood in the guard tower, they'd brought the silver truck into the courtyard. she'd been in the guard tower since late that night, anxiety had been pooling within her stomach. the governor could strike at any moment, natalia believed he'd do it while they slept, he was a coward and that would be a coward move. they'd be less of a danger if he attacked late in the night. when the moon was the only source of light, and when the dead were the most active.
the sound of boots hitting against the metal steps stole her attention, looking behind her she smiled softly at the walsh boy. she looked back to the field, a rifle leaned against the railing beside her, binoculars clutched in her hand. he moved to stand behind her, their eyes watching as the group dispersed, each going to prepare for the incoming war.
"how're you feeling?" lee questioned, his hands folded in front of him, his forearms were pressed against the rusty railing, his own gun leaning against the railing beside him. natalia shrugged, kissing her teeth. war wasn't what she wanted, but it's what the governor wanted, she was determined to give him a war. "what?" she questioned softly, glancing to the boy. he pursed his lips, turning his head to face the girl, "how's your leg?" he clarified, motioning to her thigh. a white bandage was wrapped tightly around it, red spotting it. she shrugged, her lips in a thin line. "it's been better. hershel says if i keep pushing it im gonna need stitches." she told softly, she ran a hand through her hair, pushing the loose strands from her face.
lee nodded, "you should rest it. governor could come at anytime." he told softly, voice gentle as he spoke to the girl, as it always was. she cocked her head to the side, "i'll rest it after he's dead. like you said, he could come at anytime." she told softly, brows furrowed. stress was her second nature now, and it was clear as day. lee nodded, he shrugged his shoulders. "do you think we have a chance?" he questioned, natalia turned her head to face the boy, raising a brow at him.
