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|Jungkook|

Jungkook kept huffing and puffing as he sat on top of one of the metal tables. It had been about twenty minutes since the group left, leaving behind a restless and annoyed Jungkook.

After spending around 4 minutes to grumble and whine inside his cell about Rick leaving him behind and not appreciating him enough, Jungkook decided to take his mind off of the bad thoughts plaguing his mind by bringing everyone's stuff inside the prison. After doing that, he decided to slump down on the metal table and glare at the metal door, that the group left through.

Jungkook's cheeks were puffed out as a heavy scowl rested on his bitten lips. His arms were crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his sweaty skin and the muscle on his arms. Jungkook's glare kept faltering once in a while, only for him to shake his head and glare even harder. He wanted it to be the first thing Rick sees after walking through that door.

When he heard the sound of frantic footsteps approaching, Jungkook's first thought was that Rick would run through that door and beg him for forgiveness, before inviting him to come with them because they couldn't do it without him.

So he huffed again and glared at the door, sitting up straighter as he patiently waited for the group to run through the door. But instead of seeing an apologetic leader, that was ready to drop down to his knees and take his words back, Jungkook's own knees were ready to buckle underneath him.

The glare on his face faltered and a soft gasp stumbled out of his parted lips. Jungkook's face turned pale and his eyes grew wide, everything suddenly seemed to slow down and he was watching the group run in slow motion.

On top of a metal table lied an unconscious Hershel. His right leg was missing from the knee down, the leg seemed to be cut off by something sharp, considering that the cut was smooth. Jungkook had the perfect opportunity to see the bone through the cut, and the veins pulse and release large amounts of blood. The blood was dripping down the metal table, staining it red and leaving behind puddles of blood on the ground.

Jungkook gagged at the sigh, his hand flying up to cover his mouth as his eyes stayed glued on Hershel's cut off leg. He stared after Rick, Glenn and Maggie as they shouted something animatedly, rolling Hershel into the C block and into the arms of a pale Carol and a sobbing Beth.

A hand latched onto his wrist, harshly pulling him out of his shocked daze and off of the metal table. Jungkook stumbled forward, the same hand steadying him before a gun was pushed into his open palms and he was left facing the metal door yet again. This time, instead of a fierce, angry glare, his eyes were wide with terror and shock.

"Jungkook!"

The harsh whisper caused Jungkook to snap out of it completely. The sound of frantic yells, heart wrenching sobs and hesitant footsteps filled his ears as if a dam had been broken.

"Jungkook!"

The said boy sucked In a sharp breath, his head snapping towards Daryl, who's jaw was clenched and crossbow was raised towards the metal door. The two made brief eye contact, Daryl giving him a firm nod before turning away. The teenager gripped the gun in his palms tightly and raised it up, aiming towards the familiar sound of footsteps.

Jungkook thought that he would be met with the sight of a small walker horde stumbling through the door. But he was yet again surprised. The footsteps belonged to a group of six men clad in grey jumpsuits, their auras and expressions differing from each other drastically.

The group of unfamiliar males cautiously made their way inside the walls of the C block. They glanced at the direction Hershel was taken before assessing Jungkook and turning to look at Daryl,

"Take another step," Jungkook spoke up, cocking his gun, causing the click to bounce off of the walls and echo in the room,"And I'll shoot you right between your eyes." He seethed, his voice coming out steady with a hint of growl in it.

Daryl spared him a small glance, a glimmer of surprise in his eyes before he face the, what Jungkook guessed were, prisoners.

"Cell block C," A Male only a few inches taller than Jungkook, with a small beard on his chin and a low ponytail, stated. He wore the bottom half of the jumpsuit and a white tank top that was stained with sweat and remains of food,"Cell 4, that's mine, Gringo. Let me in."

What the hell is a gringo? Jungkook thought, his eyebrows scrunching together as confusion washed over him.

"Today's your lucky day, fellas,"Daryl stated with a hint of snarl in his voice, his crossbow still not wavering as the prisoners kept stepping forward,"You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

"What you got going on in there?" The same Male, Tomas, asked. Jungkook quickly grew tense and wary in the guy's presence, a shiver running down his spine at the malicious glaze covering his eyes.

"That's none of your business." Jungkook gritted, the piercing glare on his face aimed at Tomas.

He glared in return before grabbing his gun and pulling it out,"Dont be telling me what's my business." Daryl and Jungkook immediately retaliated by raising their own weapons higher.

"Chill, man. The dude's leg is messed up." One of the other guys stepped forward, speaking calmly and with a hint of concern. The guy, Big tiny, had chocolate coloured skin and was huge- towering over everyone in the room. His mass didn't ease Jungkook's worries either, he knew if they got in a brawl, the guy would knock him out with a single punch,"Besides we're free now. Why are we still in here?"

"The man's gotta point." Daryl spoke lowly, his hands gripping the crossbow tightly as his eyes stayed glued on Tomas.

Oscar, another one of the prisoners, a dark skinned male, yet smaller than the buff guy next to him, stepped forward,"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady."His expression was calm with no hints of hostility in it.

"A group of civilians, breaking into a prison you got no business in," Tomas spoke up, his raised voice echoing through the walls of the prisons,"Got me thinking there ain't a place for us to go."

Jungkook shifted on his feet, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding the gun. He side glanced at Daryl after hearing him scoff under his breath,"How about you find out."

"Maybe we'll just be leaving." Axel, a prisoner, who was smaller than Jungkook and not as muscular as him, tried to defuse the situation. The guy had grimy, blond hair that reached his jaw and a small moustache resting bellow his nose.

Tomas snapped his head towards Axel,"Hey! We're not leaving!"

"You're not coming here either!"

Jungkook twitched in surprise as T-Dog jumped out of nowhere, stalking towards the prisoners with a furious look on his face.

Tomas immediately took the end of his weapon away from Jungkook and shoved it in T-Dog's direction,"It is my house, my rules. I go where I damn please!"

A bitter chuckle left Jungkook's throat, catching everyones attention,"Your house?" He mocked, his lips parting to form a snarl,"We took this prison, it's ours now. But if you want it so badly, feel free to try and take it." Jungkook hissed lowly, his voice perfectly hearable in the deadly silent room.

"Oh, we will, how about I start with you." The Male growled, recklessly pointing the gun in Jungkook's direction, causing Daryl and T-dog to tense beside him.

"Maybe we should leave."

"Listen to your friend, at least he has some common sense."

"We're not leaving! This is our prison!"

"Y'all were trapped in the cafeteria, ain't no way this belongs to you."

"We were here first!"

"Then how 'bout y'all turn around and go back to where you came from."

"How about you shut your mouth, gringo!"

"There ain't nothing for you here, why don't you go back to your sandbox!"

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone relax," Jungkook released a breath of relief when he heard Rick approach and defuse the situation immediately. He stepped aside, closer to Daryl, as Rick stepped forward to face the group of prisoners,"Theres no need for this."

"How many of you in there?" Tomas scowled, peering over Rick's shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the inside of the C Block.

Rick stepped forward, blocking his sigh,"Too many for you to handle."

Jungkook watched the guy with squinted eyes, waiting for any jerky movements that indicated that he would attack.

"You guys rob a bank or something?",The male licked his lips, his wide eyes dancing from a person to a person. Jungkook noted the way he was sweating and the way his hand shook as he held the gun, clearly inexperienced,"Why don't you take him to a hospital?"

Jungkook's lips parted and his brows shot up. He lowered his gun ever so slightly, turning to look at Daryl and Rick. The latter stared at the prisoners with a grim look, pressing his tongue against his cheek and allowing a tense silence to grow and swallow up the room.

"How long have you been in that cafeteria?"

Axel shifted on his feet, crossing his arms over his chest, "Going on like 10 months."

"A fight broke out, never seen anything like it." Big tiny spoke up, his eyes turned hazy, remembering what happened.

Axel nodded, his southern accent coming out as he spoke,"Attica in speed, man."

"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal?" The smallest of the prisoners, Andrew, asked with furrowed brows, "Dying, coming back to life? Crazy."

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria." Tomas informed the group, his lips forming into a scowl as he explained how they got locked up in the cafeteria, "Told us to sit tight, threw me this piece and said he'd be right back." He nodded at the gun without taking it off of Rick, who listened carefully.

"Yeah, and that was 292 days ago."

"94 according to my calcula-"

"Shut up!" Tomas snapped, harshly shutting up both, Axel and Oscar. Jungkook chewed on his lip anxiously, his eyes not straying from Tomas since he looked quite unstable and spontaneous.

"We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now." Jungkook sucked on his lips, pity visible on his face after hearing the hope in Oscar's voice.

"There is no army." Rick murmured, his tone flat and his lips pressed together in a thin line. A quick 'What do you mean' from Tomas made him continue talking, "There's no government, no hospitals, no police. It's all gone."

After hearing Rick's words, the first thing Jungkook saw on the prisoners was the hint of horror mixed with a lot of denial. Jungkook could only hope that they wouldn't be overwhelmed with emotion and wouldn't act out based on them. Or he hoped that the lack of government and police wasn't a sign that they could do whatever they wanted.

"For real?" Axel asked in a timid voice, the terror and dread distinct in his words.

"Serious."

The fragile silence was yet again shattered by big tiny's question, "What about my mom's?"

"My kids? And my old lady?" Oscar gasped, rubbing a hand over his shaved head. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking deeply before snapping his head back towards the group,"Yo, you got a cellphone or something that we can call our families?"

"You just don't get it do you?" Daryl snapped, taking a step towards the prisoners and shoving his crossbow in their direction harshly.

"No phones, no computers." Jungkook spoke up, lowering his gun slightly, yet still being tense and cautious around the potential danger, "As far as we can see, at least half of the population has been wiped out." He stated calmly, watching their reactions and body movements, in case any of them lost it after hearing this information. Jungkook shrugged and muttered, "Probably more."

"Ain't no way." Tomas gritted, trying to mask his shock and panic with anger and hostility.

Rick nodded towards the metal door to his left, the door that lead out of the main building and into the yard, "See for yourself."

Under watchful eyes, the group of prisoners were lead out of the prison block. Jungkook followed after them, keeping his eyes focused on Tomas, while holding his gun in his hand, ready to raise it and shoot if necessary.

Jungkook jumped down the metal stairs and pushed past the creaky gate, walking after Rick and in front of Daryl, the two keeping him caged between their bodies.

He watched the prisoners look around the courtyard, their eyes momentarily stopping at the dead bodies and the few walkers banging against the fences. Jungkook rolled up the sleeves of his grey shirt, after noticing them falling, and ran a hand through his greasy, brown locks. The length of the hair was getting quite long and Jungkook knew he needed to get a haircut.

The scorching sun blared down on his exposed skin, causing a thin layer of sweat to appear on his skin, yet the chilly breeze ran over Jungkook's exposed forearms and squeezed in behind his loose shirt, running over his skin and cooling him down.

Jungkook really didn't care what the prisoners had to say, nor did he care enough to answer their questions about the walkers and how it all happened. He knew that Rick wouldn't let his family sleep in the same prison, that Tomas roamed in, so they wouldn't stay for long. And if the prisoners did stay at the prison, Jungkook knew that they wouldn't bump into each other again, not after he leaves the group.

So Jungkook just stood off to the side, his expression cold and serious, making his whole demeanour scream unapproachable. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing under the movement, and his eyes squinted into a glare, directed towards a quiet Tomas.

Jungkook watched Tomas carefully, assessing him from head to toe, wondering when would be the time when he snapped and tried to take over the prison. It was obvious that Tomas' ego and pride got in the way of his thinking, clouding his judgment and making him not see how dangerous and superior Rick's group were compared to them.

"Where'd you come from?" Tomas suddenly turned around, directing the question towards Rick.

Rick sighed, slowly turning his head towards Tomas,"Atlanta."

"Where you headed?" He asked again, stepping closer and closer to the leader, causing Jungkook to straighten out and grow more and more tense with each step.

"For now, nowhere." Rick scoffed out, turning his body to fully face the prisoner.

Tomas nodded slowly, looking around the area before his eyes stopped at a small pond near the fences, "I guess you could take that area, down there, near the water. Should be comfortable." He pointed towards it.

Rick sent him a bitter smile, nodding along, "We're using that field for crops."

"We'll help you move your gear out."

"That won't be necessary. We took out these walkers, this prison is ours."

"Slow down, cowboy." Tomas hissed, raising his hand as if to stop Rick from speaking.

Jungkook scoffed and rolled his eyes, his nails digging in his biceps to stop himself from stepping forward and saying something snarky. Or just stepping forward and pummelling the guy's face into the ground.

"You snatched the locks off of our doors." Andrew jumped in, walking forward to stand next to Tomas.

Rick's lips twitched up in amusement after hearing Andrew's words and seeing the seriousness on his face,"We'll give you new locks, if that's how you want."

"This is our prison." Tomas grunted, gesturing around the courtyard filled with dead walkers, that Jungkook's group killed, "We were here first."

Jungkook snorted with an eye roll, annoyance showing on his face as he stepped closer, "Locked in a cafeteria?" After not receiving a verbal answer, Jungkook smiled tauntingly, "We took it. Set you free." Tomas and Andrew glared at him, while he mocked them with intimidating stares and taunting smiles, "Its ours."

"We're moving back into our prison block." Tomas hissed in return, his dark eyes jumping from Rick to Jungkook, glaring at them both with a murderous look.

"You'll have to get your own."

"It is mine. I still have personal artefacts in there! That's about as mine as it gets!" The situation suddenly took a turn as Tomas pulled out his gun, flinging and shoving the tip in every direction.

Jungkook, along with T-dog and Daryl, quickly raised their guns and jumped forward, surrounding their leader. Jungkook clenched his jaw, dark strands of hair falling into his face, causing shadows to latch onto his features and making his glare appear deadlier and more intimidating.

"Woah, woah, woah." Tension replaced the controlled atmosphere, causing Axel, the blond with the moustache, jump forward and raise his hands in surrender."Maybe lets try to make this work out so everyone wins."

"I don't see that happening."

"Neither do I."

"I ain't going back into that cafeteria for one more minute." Tomas muttered, a heavy scowl resting on his face as he and Rick kept up the eye contact.

"You don't have a choice, either you leave or we shoot you on the spot." Jungkook snarled, his nose scrunching up in distaste towards Tomas.

"Jungkook." Rick hissed out a low warning, making the said boy huff and roll his eyes.

Axel looked in between the two groups, still trying to find a compromise that doesn't end with someone loosing their life, "There are other cell blocks."

"You could leave," Daryl pipped in, his voice gruff and deep, while his face remained stone cold and hostile, "Try your luck out on the road." He nodded towards the woods outside the fences.

Jungkook nodded at Daryl's words, waiting for their answer after hearing no reply. His eyes jumped from a member to a member, momentarily pausing on Tomas, who seemed to be assessing each group member.

"If these four pussies can do all this," Jungkook's eyes stayed glued on Tomas as he spoke, "The least we can do is take out another cell block."

"With what?" Big tiny raised his brow, crossing his beefy arms across his large chest.

Tomas seemed to posses a ghost of a smirk as he turned to look at Rick, "Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons. Won't you, boss?"

Rick bit the side of his cheek, shifting on his feet as he thought for a moment before speaking, "How stocked is that cafeteria? It must have plenty of food. Six guys lasting almost a year?"

"It sure don't look like anybody's been starving." Daryl grumbled, using his crossbow to gesture towards the prisoners soft bellies and the slight chub on their cheeks.

"There's only a little left."

"We'll take half." Rick shrugged off Tomas' comment, knowing that they shouldn't trust the guy's empty words, "In exchange, we'll help clear out a cell block."

"Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left!" Andrew, the smallest guy among them, snapped. His higher pitched voice mixed with his accent, caused Jungkook's nose to scrunch up and made him nearly go deaf.

Jungkook huffed, one hand releasing his gun to run his sore ears,"Bet you got more food than you got choices." He grumbled, receiving a small glare from Tomas.

"You play, we'll pay." Rick nodded, licking his lips and pressing his tongue against his cheek,"We'll clear out a block for you, then you keep to it."

After a few seconds of thinking and looking between all the members of Rick's group, Tomas nodded,"All right."

"Alright, lets be clear." Rick nodded along with him before his face turned dark and menacing, and he took a threatening step forward, "If we see you out here, anywhere near our people," Rick took another step forward, invading Tomas' personal space and getting in his face, "If I as much as even catch a whiff of your scent," Jungkook, along with the rest, stepped forward along with the leader to push back the other prisoners, allowing Rick to threaten Tomas. Rick leaned even closer to Tomas, so close that their faces were inches apart and they were having direct direct eye contact, "I will kill you."

Jungkook stared at the side of Tomas' face, his heart pounding with adrenaline, yet his face remained blank. He held his breath, not even daring to shift on his feet and release the ache in his legs after the heavy tension settled on their shoulders.

The anticipation ended and Jungkook sucked in a deep breath after hearing Tomas utter a single word,

"Deal."