IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 4 episode 3 !
" did you take my love away from me "
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SHE RESTED IN a cell that wasn't hers, in a bed that she'd never laid in before, she'd been exposed, they couldn't risk judith getting sick. so she quarantined away from her sister, and away from her brother. keeping them safe was at the top of her priority's, she wouldn't risk hurting them.
her teeth gnawed on the inside of her cheek, her mouth dotted with the metallic taste of her own blood. the prison seemed to never get a break. first the governor, now the illness that was spreading through the prison. only two people had symptoms, but those who were in contact with cell block d still had to be quarantined. slowing the spread was the highest priority.
her back leaned against the wall, knees brought to her chest, and her hands twirled her knife around. the gentle knock on the cell forced her eyes to the barred door, her father entered the cell. looking to the girl, he sat down on the edge of her bed. hands twirling over her hand gun, she looked between the gun he held and then back to him. "you were right about the fence, it almost gave way today." rick told, looking to the girl who straightened up at his words. rick sucked in a breath, he held the gun towards the girl, awaiting for her to take the metal weapon.
"why?" she questioned, raising a brow at her father. "what's going on, what happened in cell block d. you need to have this back, you almost died because you only had that knife." he told, gently shaking the gun, reluctantly colette took her gun. eyes scanning the weapon, her hand getting used to the grip. she glanced to her father. setting the gun down on the thin mattress, "we're gonna be okay, right?" colette questioned slowly, her hands messing with the handle of her blade. rick kissed his teeth, eyes cascading to the grey floor.
everything inside the prison seemed to be the same dull color. from the walls to the floor, to the people that resided within the four concrete walls. each having their own storm cloud above their heads, their moods dampened. fear had quickly become the new emotion that radiated the fear, the normal sounds of children laughing and parents talking rather loudly had ceased, they each were afraid of catching the sickness.
colette looked to her father, "yeah. we've been through worse." he mumbled, he gently pressed a feathered kiss atop the girls head, he stood leaving the cell. he gently closed the door behind him as he left, his steps slowly fading away.
colette set her knife down, picking up the gun she hadn't seen in months. her thumb gently ran along the grip of the gun, the metal cold against her hands.
things weren't going to get better. rick had silently told her that by giving her gun back.
