Daryl was looking at a bunch of weapons the guards had before the prison fell, he glanced at a double-ended staff, thinking it would be better for Florence than her spear. Daryl called her over,  she walked over, looking at him curiously and offered a smile.

"Everything good?" Florence glanced at the weapon in his hands as he handed it to her, the girl glanced at the staff and smiled. 

"Figure you'd like it, you're pretty skilled, you know?" Florence rested the staff on the table, she hugged Daryl and rested a kiss on his cheek. Daryl nodded, patting her back and took a step back. Florence smiled, spinning the spear around and easily moved with it in her hands. 

"Thanks, Daryl," The man nodded, giving her a wink and followed her down to the main floor with everyone else who had weapons together. Florence was dressed in a protective bodysuit, Daryl forced her to wear one, despite her saying she didn't want to wear one and once they were ready the two girls and the guys walked out to inspect the prison areas. 

(Florence's outfit, made by me, can be found on Shoplook.)

Florence grimaced seeing the bodies, she pushed her thoughts aside, holding the new weapon Daryl gave her in her hands. Florence felt like she was in a horror movie, she could picture suspenseful music playing and a jumpscare waiting to happen. 

Daryl and Rick ordered the group to run as a herd followed them, besides Glenn and Maggie, the group hid in a room, Florence left first at Hershel's side, looking for the two they lost. The girl shouted in panic as Hershel was bitten, she killed the walker instantly and helped carry the man to another room. Florence looked at Rick terrified as he started cutting the leg off, she was just thankful that Hershel passed out, she felt for a pulse and took a breath but glanced seeing prisoners that were alive and well behind a gate. 

"We have to cauterise the wound!" Florence ordered, ignoring the others,  she quickly threw off her jacket and took off her tank top. Causing those who weren't distracted to look at her surprised, she placed the tank around the bleeding limb and secured it with duct tape. 

"What are you waiting for? He's bleeding out! We gotta go back!" She shouted, placing her jacket on to cover her bra and zipped it up. 

"Glenn, see if there's a table or something like a gurney, now!" Florence barked, Glenn nodded and ran into the infirmary. Florence glanced at Rick who nodded at her actions, Florence helped lift the old man onto the table, Daryl glanced at her, his eyes ordering her to get out of the room with the others who took Hershel out. Florence walked out, following the group and looking over her shoulder to see if Daryl was coming back. 

Daryl directed the group, Florence glanced at the group of people, becoming quicker as she started treating Hershel's wound. Florence took a step out of the room, standing at the bottom of the stairs holding her new weapon up, Florence nodded at Daryl who briefly nodded and focused on the entrance, waiting for the prisoners to walk in. 

"That's far enough," Daryl instructed, the inmates glanced at Florence who didn't let her guard down as they glanced at her. 

"Cell Block C. Cell 4, that's mine, gringo. Let me in." The Latino man stated, Florence glanced at the new people, trying to see who would cause problems and who wouldn't. 

"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the State of Georgia. You're free to go." Daryl stated, continuing to hold his crossbow up. 

"What you got going on in there?" 

"Nothing that concerns you." Florence hissed. 

"Don't be telling me what's my concern." The man held a gun up at Florence but she quickly grabbed her's holding it back at him and glared. Daryl inched forward, not taking his eyes off the man that held a gun at Florence. 

"Chill man. Dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why are we still in here?" The taller man questioned glancing at the Latino man who clearly seemed to be the leader. 

"The man's got a point." Daryl kept his guard up as the two lowered their guns. 

"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady." Florence's gaze softened, did these men not know what happened? She glanced at Daryl who seemed to be thinking on the same lines as her. 

"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." 

"Why don't you go find out?" Florence placed her gun back in the holder but got the new spear raised. She glanced at the man at the back, the one she could tell wouldn't be too much trouble and nodded hearing his words. 

"Maybe we'll just be going now." 

"I think that's wise," Florence stated. 

"Hey, we ain't leaving." Florence shook her head, moving closer to push the group closer together. 

"I'm sorry, you aren't getting in either." Florence extended her arms out, keeping the staff pointed at the man's throat, careful not to cut her arm with the blade that pointed at her and refrained from flinching as the gun was close to her face. 

The group started arguing, Florence did not dare move away or any closer, she knew Daryl wouldn't let anything happen but this didn't seem to be going well. She took a breath hearing Rick's voice, trying to de-escalate the situation. 

"Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this." 

"How many of you are in there?" 

"Too many for you to handle." Rick pointed out, shaking his head, glancing at the girl who tried to hold her confidence together. 

"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" Florence bit her lip, feeling bad for the men and went to say but Rick beat her to it. 

"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" 

"Going on ten months."

"A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it." 

"Attica on speed, man." 

"Then we heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy" 

Hearing their side of the outbreak didn't bring Florence any comfort, clearly, they knew nothing and that made her feel bad for them. Even if they did something bad to be in prison, she felt bad knowing that they didn't know that more than likely everyone they cared for was dead. 

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us to sit tight, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back." Florence kept her gaze on the man holding a gun to her, still feeling uneasy and unsure if he'd pull the trigger or not." 

"Yeah, and that was 292 days ago. We were thinking the army or the national guard would show up any day now." Florence was glad she didn't have to be the one to break it to them, that would kill her and she didn't want to see that emotional effect on these men. 

"There is no Army." 

"What do you mean?" 

"There's no government, no police, no hospitals. It's all gone." 

"For real?" The nicer-looking one questioned, Florence nodded lightly as he caught her gaze. 

"Yeah, for real." She whispered, judging herself for letting a tear slide down her cheek as the inmates asked about their beloved family members. Family was important to her, she couldn't stress enough how horrible she felt for these men and not understanding that their families were gone.