𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓𝟔𝟎

𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝟔 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝟏 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤

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A few people had decided to visit Rick when he woke up. I wasn't gonna go, but Carol thought it would be best incase people knew we also had guns. She told me to pretend to not know anything about the gun.

Deanna was going to have a meeting tonight. To decide if Rick deserved to stay. We had a plan. Tell them what they wanted to hear. I was nervous, if he had to go what would happen to us? 

"If it looks like it's going bad, I whistle." Rick spoke up. "Carol grabs Deanna, I take Spencer,  you grab Reg, Glenn, Abraham and Esmé cover us and watch the crowd. This was a bad idea, but I didn't say it out loud. These people didn't know how to properly defend themselves, at least not like we could. And Rick wanted us to attack them? I know it's for his saftey, but there has to be a better way.

Then Michonne raised her voice, as if reading my mind. "We can talk to them." She instructed Rick, like she was his mom. "Yeah, we will." He responded.  "If we can't get through, we take three of them and say we'll slit their throats." 

"They give us the armory and it's over." Rick didn't know what he was talking about. That's stupid and Rick is clueless. "Did you want this?" Glenn asked. "No. I hit my limit, I screwed up." 

I just wished Rick would stop talking. He was our "leader" and we would have to listen to him, no matter how bad his choices could be. Then he went to sleep. 

We were screwed. We might as well start packing our bags, saying our goodbyes and getting ready to go. I left the room, biting my lip as I tried not to criticize his plan. 

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I knew it was dangerous to have my gun. I found these large boots and paired them with a pair of cargo pants I had. I tucked the gun into my sock, hidden behind the boots and my pants. Nobody would know I had it, unless I directly showed them. If anything was to go wrong, I'd have it ready to fire. 

I stood in front of the mirror. I didn't look like myself. My hair was a tangled, greasy mess. My face was covered in dirt. My clothes were worn out. I would have never looked like this if the world didn't go to hell. I was interrupted by a knock on the door and Carol standing there. 

"I need the extra gun." She spoke. She looked completely different from me. She was clean, she had new clothes, her hair looked soft. "Why?" I asked, walking to closet where it was hidden. "Rick needs it." I scoffed as I turned around. "You're seriously gonna give him a gun? After what happened?" She nodded. "They don't know we have more. Nobody will suspect a thing." I reached into the closet, but still tried to convince her otherwise. "This is messed up. These people can't defend themselves." I handed her the gun. "It will all work out." She stated, a large fake smile plastered across her face. She walked away, tucking it into her waistband and covering it with the cardigan she was wearing. 

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It was time for the meeting. It was time to decide if we'd kill everyone or live in peace. All I could do was hope this wouldn't end up bad. I put on a clean shirt, hoping that would distract from how dirty I actually was. 

I kept my gun, even though I didn't want to use it. I started heading to the campfire, where we would vote.  All I could hear was the echo of my boots slamming against the road and my heart nervously beating. Once I got there, everyone seemed to be ready.

But Glenn and Rick weren't present. Glenn and Rick were supposed to be here, and they were missing. This whole thing was about Rick, yet he wasn't here. 

This is already going wrong. I nervously chewed on my nail, preparing for the worst. People had started looking towards me, but I didn't say anything. After a look from Maggie I finally spoke up. "I haven't known him for long, but he could've killed me. He had every reason to but didn't. Ive seen crazy shit, things you probably cant even comprehend, but I'm still here. Rick saved me." I kept my voice low, not knowing if what I said even helped his case. 

Deanna nodded, and Maggie spoke up. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. I thought it was only because what we had come to discuss was such a serious topic, so I didn't worry too much. But then Rick came, throwing a walker body on the ground. I instinctively stood up, walking over. "The gate was open. It got in." He announced, blood dripping down his face. 

Pete came in, yelling with Michonnes katana. Then he slit Reg's throat. I immediately grabbed my gun, sending a bullet straight into his forehead. I didn't think twice, I just did. His body fell over, but nobody seemed to care. Everyone focused on Reg. Rick gave me a nod, but didn't say anything.

Then Daryl and Aaron came, standing with a stranger who knew Rick. I dropped my gun on the ground, storming away to the house I shared.

 That night had turned out worse than I planned, but Rick got to stay. Pete had only proven one thing. Rick was right. 

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