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A/N: I'm sorry if this completely sucks, but I am pulling at all the strings of inspiration I have to try and get this story back up and running, so hopefully you like it!

A/N: I'm sorry if this completely sucks, but I am pulling at all the strings of inspiration I have to try and get this story back up and running, so hopefully you like it!

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I stepped out, my hands in the air, knowing that any of these men could easily end my life with one shot and I would have no time to do anything to save myself. But this is my group, my family, and it's my duty to save us. 

"Let's all just take a breath here." I said calmly, hands still in the air while I stared down the barrel of a large rifle being pointed at my face by a tall blonde man with a pissy look on his face. 

"Who the hell are you?" Blondie growled out, not lowering his gun. 

"My name is Rick. Rick Grimes." 

"Rick Grimes. Okay. Who the hell are you, Rick Grimes?" Blondie asked again, and I had a feeling he was gonna be difficult. 

"I am just a man, trying to protect his family." I said simply, giving a little shrug and I watched, in almost amusement and the blonde man let the snarl fall fully onto his face. 

"Well. Rick Grimes, I don't know why you're here." 

"Yes you do. You had members of my family. You were keeping them captive. Torturing them. Abusing them. Your people didn't know about it. Which is why we didn't shoot our way in here. But you were. And we found them. So, if you'll be kind enough to let us leave, we won't retaliate." I proposed, speaking loud enough that the people around us could hear, especially the ones who hadn't known anything, and been gracious enough to let us search their homes. They needed to know what kind of man was leading them. 

"So, you break into our town, release our prisoners, and you just want me to let you leave?" 

"Why were you holding them?" I asked sharply, done with this bullshit. 

"What?" 

"Why were you holding them? You said they were your prisoners. What did they do to you? Did they steal from you? Kill your men? Rape your women?" The governor seemed to realize what I was doing then, as he glanced around at the extra people around us, who were now staring at him with distaste, knowing that since they didn't even know our people were here, then they had no reason to be prisoners here. 

"Well, they were taking supplies from one of our supply stores." He argued uselessly. 

"It's the fucking apocalypse man. You don't get to claim stores as your own. You want something? Take it back to your place. You don't leave it out there. Besides, how were they supposed to know that 'it was yours'? You didn't have men guarding it. You just are a prick, who decided to try and take out the competition. So. Now, you're going to let us leave. Or are you going to show your people the man you actually are?" I said harshly, putting my hands back down to my side, ready to grab my gun if I needed to, but I think... I think his reputation means more to him right now than whether or not we survive this. 

"Fine... just... leave." The Governor said, dropping his rifle, and the men behind him mimicked his actions, looking incredibly confused. But the conversation apparently wasn't over, because he stormed over to me, leaned in close, and whispered lowly enough so that I would the only one to hear him. 

"You better clear out of that prison. Or something might accidentally befall your group. An explosion perhaps. A wandering herd. Or maybe a rain of gunfire." I wasn't able to say anything before he turned away from me, heading back towards his men, calling out a simple: 'let them leave.' and then he was gone. 

I turned back to look at my family, who all looked exhausted, frightened, and weak, and I knew what we had to do. 

We have to leave the prison. 

I can't lose any more of my family. Not a single one. 

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