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     AFTER A while, glenn had returned with carl with news that the boiler room which had been cleared out was overrun again. this was terrible news, if the governor were to come they'd be trapped between things that wanted to eat them and people that wanted to execute them.

     rosaline made her way into the cafeteria.

     "for the last time, running is not an option." glenn barked out.

     "glenn, if the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time before they push in here." carol reasoned.

     "or until some fence gives way." beth added.

     axel was also considering the worst, "what if one of them herds is passing through or settled." he asked.

     rosaline sighed, "well if anything like that happens we all have our cars lined up to go for the exit in case we need to leave."

     "she's right." hershel murmured.

     "can't handle that with just the few of us." carol convinced.

     glenn decided to consider their reasoning, "we just need to scout the far side of the prison. find out what's going on."

     "you're going out there?" the old man asked.

     "i'll make it quick."

     "i'll drive." axel offered.

     glenn dipped his head, "no, you stay here. help with the fortifications. i'll take maggie."

     hershel clicked his tongue, "you sure she's up to that?"

     the asian took a breath before entering the cell block to ask her.

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     back out in the wild, daryl and merle trudged through the undergrowth, "smells to me like the sawhatchee creek." merle remarked.

     "we didn't go west enough." daryl told him, "there's a river down there, it's got to be the yellow jacket."

     "you have a stroke, boy?" merle taunted, "we ain't never even come close to yellow jacket."

     "we didn't go west. just a little bit south. that's what i think." his younger brother declared.

     merle scoffed, "know what i think? i may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction."

     daryl let out a breath placing his feet over a series of nettles, "yeah, we'll see."

     "what do you wanna bet?" merle offered.

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