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Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Okie dokie. -Thumbs up-

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

I also will become largely unavailable in a little bit as I have Band practice tonight.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

I agree. Sorry about the back and forth. I'm not feeling it today.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

"Good idea." He started the car and put it into drive, the machine rolling forward, slowly at first. Lara turned into the space that Tyreese and Carol had left open for them. They slid the gate shut behind the truck. Carol came running up to the cab, tapping eagerly on Daryl's window. "Where are Rick and the others?" The worry was evident in her voice. "They're okay, right?" She almost sounded frantic. Tyreese came to stand behind her. He put a hand on her shoulder. The prison gate came into view as Rick pulled out of the trees. He had a serious look on his face as he mentally prepared himself to break the news. He knew everyone would know as soon as they saw that Sam was not among those returning and he would have to tell them what had happened. "Carol, look!" Tyreese said when the sedan came into view. He pointed at it with a grin on his face. "They're fine. Nothin' to worry about." Andrea snapped her full attention to Milton. "Kill him? You think I'm planning to kill him?" She got nervous. How had he known? Was it that obvious?

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick couldn't help but smile a little. He wouldn't have to twist her arm anymore to convince her that he wanted to go. "I promise." He said as if it would be nuts to not be careful. Probably because it was. None of ours are dying any time soon, so don't you worry." He gave her back another rub. Daryl. Daryl. Daryl. This had nothing to do with Daryl, yet the name struck Merle. "Look. I don't care what you do, but you leave him out of it, you understand? If he gets hurt, I will kill every fucking one of you." He growled and left. He knew he had been harsh, but sometimes he felt like he had to be. "I hate walkers." Was all she said. She really did hate them. They made her hate the Governor more. His sick game. His sick attitude. His sick mind. She was tired of it, but she wasn't about to pour her heart out to Milton. She knew he would likely tell the Governor everything.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

-Laughs- I think Rick isn't aware of what he's feeling just yet.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Rick was surprised by Jan's sudden action, but, after a moment, responded by gently hugging her back. He could see Lara and Daryl looking at them. He motioned for them to leave. He'd be sure to catch up soon. He could see Lara nodding her response before she pulled away. He turned all of his attention back onto Jan. He rested his cheek against the top of her head and listened as she sobbed into his chest. He rubbed her back, trying to comfort her. Obviously, his previous attempt to calm her had not done the tick. "I'm glad you care, but I want you to know, I am going. I don't want to lose you either." He knew he'd be a wreck if he lost Jan. There weren't many people he couldn't survive without, but she was one of them. He needed to be there with her. He needed the Governor dead. He needed Sam back. He needed things to just be good for a while. Lara nodded at Rick as he motioned for her to go ahead back to the prison. "Looks like they need a moment. Better give it to them." She smiled at Daryl. "And if you ever need help, just holler." Merle looked into her eyes. "You just answered your own question, girly." He finished wiping off the last of the tools. He regretted what he did to Glenn, but he hadn't had much of a choice at that point. He had honestly still been pretty pissed with Rick. It was his way of getting back at him, but now he totally regretted it. He'd almost killed Glenn. Andrea chuckled. "You people never learn, do you?" She stood up and checked for her weapons. "C'mon. Let's get this over with."

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

What.....?

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

Right......................... Fixed.

Fight the Dead, Fear the Living. A Walking Dead RP (Lizmichi and Zmerr)

"Jan." Rick's voice was calm and quiet. "You need to calm down a bit. I know this is heavy, but letting it control you will only make it harder. So breathe a few deep breaths and try to relax." He knew telling her to calm down could very easily backfire, but it was the only thing he could think of. "I totally agree." Lara said, starting the truck. She hoped this thing resolved soon and for the better. She hated seeing these people hurt. When one person took a hit, they all did. It was the closeness that made her want to belong. "I'm not here because I want to be." Andrea walked into the room and took a seat near Milton. She knew that Milton was not a fan of the Governor, but she also knew he was a complete pushover. So easy to manipulate. She often found herself wondering how he had survived this long. "What am I doing?" Merle nodded. "Yessir." When the Governor had his back turned to him, he made a face. The asshole thought he was fucking God and it pissed Merle off. Yet, Merle stayed. There was warmth, safety, food, respect. But he was really beginning to get tired of his shit. When the Governor was guaranteed out of earshot, he pushed the door open. He carried in a rag that he would use to clean the torture tools in case the Governor came back. "Listen. That chair only needs a little work. You get out. You go get Rick and you don't say I sent you. Rick's the only way that asshole's gonna get was he's got comin'." He slipped a pair of scissors between Sam's thigh and the side of the chair, easy to reach if she ever broke free. "Or just do the job yourself." His voice was low and his gaze stayed on his own hands. He didn't want to look suspicious in the event that the Governor or any of his followers came to inspect.