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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"Hershel said that Randall's ready to be taken out of the camp." Rick tells MJ, and she nods.
"So, what's the plan?"
"Shane and I are gonna tie him up, put a sack over his head so he can't see out the window, and then drive him at least eighteen miles out. After that, we'll leave him a knife and head back here." She just nods, and he looks at her. "What?"
"I don't want to be left here with Shane, but I really do think that you should take Daryl with you instead." She tells him, and he sighs.
"We'll be fine."
"Rick—"
"I know what Lori said, I'm the one who told you." He cuts her off. "I can handle it."
"You know, she's not the only one who thinks that? Dale came to me this morning, voicing his concerns about Shane." She says.
"Dale doesn't like Shane."
"Can you blame him?" MJ questions. "He's hot-headed and he's callous. He acts before he thinks, he doesn't care about the consequences of his actions. And — I hate to throw it in your face — but the only people he cares about in this group are Lori and Carl. Andrea's the only one who trusts him." She says, and he sighs as he looks at the ground.
"I can handle Shane." He says as he looks up to meet her eyes again. "Look after the camp?"
"Is that really a question?"
"I'll be back." He says as he turns to walk away from her.
"You better!" She calls after him.
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"Can I talk to you about somethin'?" Daryl asks as he walks over to MJ.
She and Dean have been with Jack and the kids, they're trying to teach them all how to play poker. Maggie found a deck of playing cards inside, and they've been trying to get Jack to understand a poker face, but he just keeps giving away his hand.
"Yeah." MJ sets her cards down and looks at the teenager. "Don't let him look at my cards." She tells him, and he places his hand over them so that they can't be picked up.
Dean starts laughing as he looks at the kid, the way his face lights up when MJ smiles at him for his actions. He knows his sister was right, there's nothing even remotely evil about Jack. He isn't anything like Lucifer.
