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RICK, HERSHEL AND Daryl were on their way to endure negotiations with the Governor, thanks to Andrea's courtesies, and try to end this war between the two factions who didn't share any of the same views with another. The only thing similar between them was that they'd been surviving for a year now, trying to scrape up what little loot they could from the nearby buildings.
Before that, Rick took Carl and Michonne to King's County where they all spent their childhood's there. They found the man that saved Rick all that time ago, but not without repercussions. His son was killed by a walker when they went to find Rick, or somewhere safer. When they got back, Carl ventured up to her cell and handed her a portrait. A portrait of her family before the apocalypse, before they were killed by walkers then humans they loved when they came back.
But now, Ella was stationed in the lunch room with everyone else where they were loading up guns just in case the negotiations went terribly wrong and the Governor made his way over to the prison. Ella watched them with bated breathes next to Merle. She knew she would die if the Governor came. She wasn't in any position to be fighting.
"Carl, come here," Glenn called out. Carl walked over. "Stash these in the loading dock," he turned to Beth. "Beth, stash more on the catwalk. If anyone gets pinned down, we need to make sure that they have plenty of ammo. I'll go work on the cage outside."
Ella's eyes lit up. She didn't want to be cooped in here anymore. "I'll come with you. Let me get Judith." she smiled. He returned the smile. He went to go push her, but Merle finally spoke up after watching them get ready for the war.
"What we should be doing is loading some of this firepower in a truck and paying the Governor a visit. We know where he is right now." Merle pointed out.
Glenn gripped his hands on the wheelchair arms. "Are you suggesting we go in and kill him?"
"Yeah, I am."
Michonne scoffed. "We told Rick and Daryl we'd stay put."
Merle cracked a smile. "Nah I didn't promise anything. . . I've changed my mind. Being on the sideline with my brother out there," he shook his head. "Ain't sitting right with me."
"At least let the negotiations go alright." Ella begged.
He shook his head.
"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." he started to push Ella into the cellblock to grab Judith.
"And they will!" Merle agreed.
Carl whipped his body around to glare at Merle. "My dad can take care of himself." he walked away.
