After touring the prison, the sun was dead in the middle of the sky. Kansas decided to head out to the main yard, to see what everyone was up to. Some were cooking, some were chatting and gossiping, some doing dishes and repairing clothes, the kids ran around and played, it was an overall cheerful environment. Everyone was happy, and getting along. She was scanning the scene, when She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Mika, staring up at her with wide and curious eyes. "W-will you play jump rope with me and Lizzie?" She begged. Kansas couldn't help but smile at her cuteness. "Well, I don't see why not......" Kansas said, smiling and rolled her eyes. She watched as Mika jumped up and down, before grabbing her wrist and dragging her along. Kansas stumbled into a clearing where Lizzie stood with jumping up and down. Carl stood off to the side. He waved at Kansas and smiled. She gave a small nod back, before getting pulled away. Kansas began twirling the rope around, chanting little rhymes as Mika jumped in the middle, and Lizzie spun the other end, singing in sync. "It's your turn!!" Mika shouted, as she stepped out of the ropes loop. "I-....I was never good at jump rope." Kansas stuttered, embarrassed that these two little girls were more athletic than her. "Aww.. come on! At least try....please?" Lizzie begged. "Well, alright." Kansas replied, rolling her eyes before smiling a bit. She stepped in the middle, and the girls began chanting as Kansas practically jumped for her life.
"Cinderella! Dresses in yellow! Went upstairs to kiss a fellow, by mistake she kissed a snake, how man-"
"Gaahhh!!!"
Kansas landed on her ass with a thud. The two girls giggled. Carl was laughing from a far. He had watched it all go down. Kansas glared at him, and he finally got the hint that he needed to shut up. Suddenly, the two girls glanced over at the fence in sync. "Holy-......DAD!!!" Carl yelled, scrambling from his place and dashing to the prison building. Lizzie and Mika dropped the rope and ran. I whipped around to see what the commotion was about. A big tank, followed by a few trucks were gathering around the outskirts of the prison gate. Rick, Daryl, and others gathered around the area to see what was happening. Rick pulled his gun out of its holster, and held it up. "What did I tell you about coming back here?....." Rick yelled. A man, with brown hair, and a patch over his right eye, stepped out of one of the vehicles. "Calm down, Rick. I'm only here to talk." The man said, raising his hands above his head. "Then you better start talkin'....." Rick growled, edging closer to the gate.
"We made a deal, last time, Rick....." the man started. "That if I didn't get this prison, you were gonna lose something....." he added. "So, what'll it be?..... the prison? Or your people?...." he questioned. "Who the hell is that?" Kansas whispered to Carl. "That's the governor. He keeps trying to take us over...." Carl replied, quietly. Kansas nodded sternly before drifting her attention back to this "governor".
"You're not taking the prison......" Rick seethed, cocking the gun. "Rick, I hope you realize that if you try something, this place is going down with the rest of your people in it......" The governor shouted. Rick paused. "The choice is simple..... either you hand over the prison, or you lose someone." He said, impatiently. Daryl walked over and whispered something to Rick. Rick nodded and let out a long sigh. Placing his gun back where it belonged on his belt.
"Choose your pick......" Rick said, defeated.
Rick helped everyone in the yard into a single file line. The governor began slowly walking down the fence. Scanning the row of people.
"Please don't be me, please don't be me, PLEASE PH GOD, PLEASE don't be me....." Kansas thought to herself, clenching her fists in angst.
"I'll take Michonne....." the governor demanded. "She's our in a hunt right now....." Rick corrected. "Oh......." the governor said, realizing she wasn't there.
"Then I'll take-......."
The governor let out a long sigh, scanning the crowd one last time.
Until his eyes locked with Kansas
"I'll take the little one......"
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Pertualangan"I ran.......I kept running. Tears stung my eyes, as the wind violently blew my hair back behind my face. I could still hear their screams behind me........" "Goodbye, mom and dad. I don't know how I'll do this without you....."
