No One's Point of View
Rick, Daryl, and Hershel left about half and hour ago to meet the Governor, they wanted to leave early to scope the place out before the Governor got there and to make sure it wasn't a trap first.
The rest of the group was instructed to stay at the prison, a person on watch and by the gate at all times. Most of them were in the large room next to the cell block sorting through the various guns that Rick, Michonne, and Carl managed to find the day before.
There were shotguns, assault rifles, hinting rifles, handguns, silencers, cases of bullets, magazines, and much more. Alita still had no idea on how they managed to find all of the weapons.
It was like they robbed a police station or something, but surely all police stations would have been scavenged by now.
"Carl, can you stash these at the loading dock, please?" Alita asked handing the young boy a couple of cases of bullets she grabbed from the table.
"Okay Aunt Alita." Carl responded to the woman, grabbing the cases from her.
"If anyone gets pinned down, we need to make sure that they have plenty of ammo. I'll work on the cage outside." Glenn said as he grabbed one of the rifles and small blow torch as he began walking towards the door before Merle spoke up.
"What we should be doing is loading some of this firepower in a truck and paying a visit to the Governor. We know there he is right now." Merle stated from the other side of the room as he leant against the wall and Alita sighed.
Merle had kept quiet for nearly 40 minutes without causing any trouble, but it looks like nothing lasts forever.
"Are you suggesting that we just go in and kill him?" Ash questioned and Glenn gave Merle a questionable look.
Alita put the small handgun back down on the table taking a step towards Merle, not knowing how this little conversation will go down.
"Yeah, I am." The older Dixon responded, not taking his eyes off Glenn and Ash.
"We told Rick and Daryl that we'd stay put." Michonne replied from the kitchen space across the room.
Alita had to admit that woman was growing on her, and she considered her part of the family already, she definitely earned her place.
"I've changed my mind, sweetheart. Being on the sideline with my brother out there ain't settling right with me. You should get that feelin' too Alita." Merle stated glancing over at Michonne and then Alita.
"I don't like it either, but we don't have a choice. The three of them are right in the middle of it. No idea we're coming. They could get taken hostage or killed, a thousand things could go wrong, Merle." Alita spoke up looking over at Merle who shook his head at her.
"My dad can take care of himself." Carl commented before he began walking off with the case of bullets Alita had given him.
"Sorry son, but your dad's head could be on a pike real soon." Merle teased, watching as Carl walked out of the room, trying to ignore the older Dixon.
"Merle. Don't say that to him." Alita warned, glaring over at the older Dixon, who is her brother-in-law, he sent her a sheepish smile.
"It's not the right move. Not now. Can't take the risk of putting them in the crossfire. Rick put Alita and I in charge and that's our decision. It's final." Glenn instructed, glancing over at Alita for backup and she nodded in agreement before Glenn walked out of the room.
"I'll help him with the cage." Alita muttered, glancing over at Merle and Ash before she followed Glenn outside.
Neither of them said anything as Glenn began cutting a gap through the metal cage so somebody could stand there and fire through the gap.
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