They've lost two havens that weren't as safe as they originally thought. Now they've found the best place they could imagine, but the walkers are no longer their biggest concern.
Rick and MJ's group must survive the dead, the living, and the forces...
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"Can I talk to you?" Rick asks as he walks up outside of MJ's cell.
"Uh-oh. I'm in trouble." She sighs as she stands up.
"I don't know what you said... But why'd you have to piss him off?" He asks. "It's just making a bad situation worse."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't really do well with demeaning or derogatory remarks." MJ tells him. "Wasn't born that way, wasn't raised that way."
"You need to get a handle on your temper. I can't take care of it every time you piss someone off, and they want to kill you." He says, and she raises her eyebrows.
"Excuse me?" She scoffs and then pushes past him, heading down the stairs.
"MJ." He goes after her as she leaves the cell block.
"Trust me, Rick, you don't want to be near me right now." She says, and the others turn to look at them.
He reaches forward and grabs her arm. "M—"
She turns around and shoves him back. "I didn't ask you to come to my rescue, and I sure as hell don't need a knight in shining armor." She tells him. "And Shane was a self-serving asshole who wanted us both dead, so don't you dare put what happened between the two of you that night on me."
"That's not what I— MJ."
She stops when she sees Tomas. "I'm not your sweetheart, I'm nobody's piece of ass, and I didn't touch your shit. You got a problem, you can take it up with me, but I can guarantee you — you will lose." She says and then leaves the common area.
MJ walks outside and takes a deep breath as she looks at the blue sky. It's mostly clear, only a few clouds.
"That was quite the show you put on in there."
"Piss off, Gabriel."
"Hey, I'm just coming to check in on everything." He tells her. "I'm not here to be your therapist."
She turns around and looks at him. "Hershel was bit, Rick had to cut off his leg. I know you can't fix that, but—"
"But I can heal him just like I healed your side." He says. "It'll be like he never lost any blood at all."
"And he won't be bleeding out anymore?"
"He'll be good as new...ish."
"Come on. Let me show you the way." She heads back into the prison, and the guys look at them.
