The C.D.C. is gone and along with it, a piece of the hope that they all clung to. Now, all they have left is each other. The group must stick together even as new challenges threaten to tear them apart. But sometimes surviving isn't worth it when th...
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MJ's sitting on the front porch of the house and she's ignoring everything that's going on around her. She doesn't look up until someone sits down right in front of her. She finds Lori in the chair across from her.
"I'm sorry." The brunette says. "About your son... And about Ellie getting out of the house. She said that she was going to her room, I had no idea that she would sneak out."
"She is her mother's daughter — love it or hate it." MJ rests her head in her hands. "It isn't your fault. It's mine. I should learn to control my temper better than that."
"Do you know what's going on?" T-Dog asks as he and Andrea walk over to them.
"Where is everyone?"
"You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asks as he stands up from the steps.
"He went off with Hershel." Andrea tells him as MJ and Lori stand up and walk over to the end of the porch. "Where is he?" She looks at the two women.
"Neither of us are his keeper." MJ says, not liking the attitude that she always gets from the blonde.
Daryl whistles, and MJ looks over at him. He motions to Shane, who's walking over to them with all of their guns in the bag slung over his shoulder. "What's all this?" Daryl questions.
"You with me, man?" Shane hands him a gun, and MJ steps off the porch as Daryl takes it from him.
"What the hell are you doing?" She questions.
"Time to grow up." He looks at Andrea. "You already got yours?"
"Yeah." Andrea nods. "Where's Dale?"
"He's on his way."
"Thought we couldn't carry." T says.
"We can't." MJ walks over to Shane, and he looks down at her.
"We can and we have to." He argues, and her jaw clenches. "What are you gonna do? Hit me like you hit your husband?"
"I actually like him. What do you think I'd do to some hotheaded prick putting our welcome here on the line?" She questions as she glares up at him.
He looks at the group surrounding them. "It was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't." He looks at Glenn. "What 'bout you, man? You gonna protect yours?"
Glenn takes the rifle that Shane's holding out toward him, but his gaze flickers over to MJ. He's seen what she's capable of when she gets angry and she does scare him.
