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Well. It's all going to shit. As usual.

A flu outbreak hit the prison hard, thanks to Patrick who's dead now. No, wait, it all happened after the barbeque yesterday. Dr. S and Hershel were already investigating how this all happened.

We have to separate those who haven't been exposed from the exposed, and now here I am giving my pups a small lecture with Snowy and Delta.

"So, we can't be around other people?" Koda asks.

"Yeah bud," I reply. "Hopefully it's temporary. But don't worry, Delta and your father will take care of you."

"But what about you?" Levi interjects. "Who will take care of you?"

I scoffed. "Don't worry about that, you know your momma can handle herself." I lick his face affectionately.

"But, are you sure?" River interjects.

"Yes, young lady. Now," I nudged Levi's body. "Go play for a little bit and stay close to the boys." I tell them.

"Don't worry." Snowy tells them. "Just stay far away from the others." The boys left with the pups following close behind them.

"Well Nyla," I groan while standing. Only three years old and I'm already feeling my age. "Let's go bury some people."

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Who knew digging could be fun?

Well, if you count throwing a few dirt onto Daryl's face. Then it's fun.

Daryl and I busied ourselves by burying the dead ones, he had to wear a bandana for a mask and gloves to protect himself from this mysterious flu—we managed to bury five ongoing six when Rick walked up to us. "Glad you were in there." Daryl says.

"Wasn't much use without my gun." Rick spoke.

"No, you were." Assures Daryl. " All this time you've been taking off, you earned it. We wouldn't be here without you."

"No, it was you first." Apprise Daryl. "You gonna help us figure this out?"

"I screwed up too many times." Rick explains. "Those calls you got to make, I start down that road, I almost lost my boy—who he was. Whatever else this place needs, I'm here for it."

He's right; Carl was going through something called "puberty" that means he's being a prick right now.

"Like I said, you earned it. " Reassures Daryl. "But for what it's worth, you see mistakes. I see when the shit hits, you're standing there with a shovel."

Just then Maggie shouts for both of them—we then see walkers piling on against the gate, the scary part is that the fence is bending—if the gate gives out, Hell will break loose.

Well, it did but...you know what I mean.

The group tried to kill as many as possible but there's too many of them, until my sense of smell caught something—following my trusty nose I saw four dead rats. Was somebody feeding them?

Sasha then saw what I saw. " Is someone feeding these things?"

Then the fence is starting to give out from the many walkers piling on, causing everybody to stand back. " The fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it." said Maggie. And she wasn't wrong.

Then, Rick spoke up. "Daryl, get the truck. I know what to do."

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Grabbing the truck (and calling shotgun.) Daryl and Rick came up with a plan to sacrifice the piglets to walkers, I watch as Rick grabs one of the piglets that squeals from behind. He grabs his hunting blade and slices into the piglet and tosses it to the walkers.

We did this three times until we successfully lure the walkers away from the fence. I felt bad for the little piglets but it's either us or them.

For now; it's us.