I hurry into the house behind Carl. My gloved hands grip my knives. Carl checks the kitchen, while I take down two walkers in a bathroom by throwing my knives. I check the medicine cabinet, and take a bottle of Advil and a half bottle of Tylenol.

I hurry back to the kitchen, shoving the bottles into my pack. Carl checks the kitchen for food. He opens a cabinet and finds two can of dog food. I groan, and he turns. He gives me a half smile and presses his mouth to mine for a second. Then we head into the living room with the rest of the group.

Carl begins to try and open the dog food while I stand at the door. Rick snatched the cans from Carl and chucks them into the fireplace, signaling that we aren't that desperate. T Dog whistles, and we head out. I hop into the car seat as I swing my bag smoothly and quickly into my lap. Carl slides in behind me and shuts the door.

Maggie grabs and axe beside a wood pile, tosses it into the trunk, and shuts it before hopping in. As the walkers chase us, we drive away.

We stop at a clearing on the road. Carl and Beth take up watch as everyone else gathers around the map, discussing our next move. Lori stays put, and I walk next to her. "How you doing?" I ask. She smiles. "Fine. Your country accent is getting stronger." She says. I blink, surprised. She chuckles. "How are you really doing?" I ask her. Her smile fades. "I've had better. I've felt better. I've seen better." She says softly, glancing at the group to make sure that they didn't overhear.

-

Rick snaps the chain link fence. We duck into it, and Glenn and Daryl tie it shut. We jog off. Daryl swings open the gate door, and we drop our stuff down. "It's perfect," Rick breathes.

He begins ordering up to different tasks. "If we can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard. We can pick off these walkers. We'll take the field by tonight." he says. "So how do we shut the gate?" Hershel asks. "I'll do it. You guys cover me." Glenn says. Maggie shakes her head. "No. Suicide run." she says. "I'm the fastest." He objects.

"No. You, Maggie and Beth draw as many as you can over there. Pop 'em through the fence. Daryl, go back to the other tower. Carol, you've become a pretty good shot. Take your time, we don't have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I'll run for the gate." Rick says. He looks at me. "Isabelle, you come with me. You're good with knives and fast on your feet in tight spots." He says. I nod and grip my knives in preparation.

Glenn hands Rick some clips to shut the gate with. Lori opens the gate for us. We slip through, and she closes it.

I take down the first walker in front of the overturned prison bus. Rick shoots another. I stab and doge at the persistent walkers. Rick shuts and clips the gate as I hold off the walkers. He opens the door to the guard tower, and I take down the walkers inside. There are two. We slip in and slam the door as the others claw at it.

I wipe my knives off and pull out my gun. Aim, line up, shoot. Aim, line up, shoot. I do this several times, until Rick shoots the last one.

As we come out, we hear T Dog yell. We are all excited. Even Rick can't keep a smile off of his face.

-

We sit around the campfire, gnawing on some rabbit that Daryl shot earlier. I pass my piece to Lori. No one except for Carl notices. He passes his to me. I look at him and shake my head. He touches the tip of my nose. I sigh and take a bite as he nods in satisfaction.

"Mmmm. Just like mom used to make." Glenn murmurs to Maggie, who chuckles. "Tomorrow, we'll pull the bodies together. We wanna keep 'em away from the water. Now, if we can dig a canal under the fence, we'll have plenty of fresh water." T Dog says.

"And the soil is good. We can plant some seeds. Grow some tomatoes, cucumbers, soy beans." Hershel says. He looks at Rick, who's walking the perimeter. "That's his third time around. If there was any part of a compromise, he'd have found it by now." He adds.

"This will be a good place to have the baby. Safe." Beth says to Lori. She smiles.

Rick comes over and sits down. Lori hands him some rabbit. It's mostly burned. I've gotta admit, Maggie isn't the best cook when it comes to rotating meat on a stick over a fire. "I'll take watch over there." Rick says, nodding to Daryl. We've gotta big day tomorrow." He adds. "What do ya mean?" Glenn asks.

Rick looks down at me and Carl. We are now laying side by side on our stomachs, our hands intertwined. A memory stirs in his eyes, but he looks back up. "Look, I know that we're all exhausted. This was a great win. But we've gotta push just a little bit more. Most of the walkers are dressed as guards, or prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. Could mean that the supplies is still intact. They have an infirmary, armory. They'd be outside the prisoners cells, but not too far away. Wardens office would has info on the location. Weapons, food, and medicine. This place could be a gold mine!" he exclaims.

"We're dangerously low on ammo. We'll run of before we make a dent." Hershel points out. "That's why we have to go in there, hand to hand. After all we've been through, we can handle it, I know it. These assholes don't stand a chance." Rick finishes.

Daryl and Carol sit down as Rick get up and leaves. Lori, after a moment, follows him. They speak quietly, and he leaves her standing there.

-

We stand in formation, ready to go in. It's me, Rick, Daryl, T Dog, Maggie, and Glenn. The rest are staying behind to distract the walkers the best that they can. We head in, taking walkers down. I plunge a knife into a walkers forehead, turn, and stab another's temple.

T Dog runs for a shield. "Don't break rank!" Rick yells. "We need that!" T Dog shouts, grabbing it. "T!" Rick yells. We hid behind a guard tower. More zombies wearing gear come out. I hit its head gear with my knives over and over again, doing nothing. Finally, I plunge my knife up its chin.

We start to head back. "Stop." Rick says. "It looks... secure." Glenn says. "Not from the look of that courtyard over there." Daryl says, pointing to the yard with walkers. "And that's a civilian." He adds. "So the interior could be overrun with walkers from outside the prison." T Dog says. "Well, if here's walls down, what're we gonna do?" Glenn asks. "Can't risk a blind spot. We have to push in." Rick says, going to the door of the prison.

I ready my knives again. Daryl slides open another door. We creep in, with Rick opening the gate. The room has a few tables, and a lot of papers on the floor. I pick up one. It reads, "Prisoner #82- Cell 45, Cell Block B." I let the paper flutter to the floor.

Rick finds the keys and unlocks the door. We slid in. I check the first cell. A dead walker lays next to the sink. I push my knife into its head, just to be safe.

Finally, the walkers are dead, and the others come in with the supplies. "What do ya think?" Rick asks. "Home sweet home." Glenn says. "For the time being." He replies. "Looks secure." Carol notes. "This cell block is." Rick says. "What about the rest of the prison?" Hershel asks. "In the morning, we'll find a cafeteria and infirmary." Rick says. "Well, do we sleep I the cells?" Beth asks. "Found keys on some guards. Daryl has a set too." Rick replies. "I ain't sleepin' in no cage. I'll take the perch." Daryl says.

We head to pick out our cells. Carl leads me to one on the top. "You get the top." Carl says. I sling my bag up there. We sit on his bunk and I rest my head on his shoulder. I watch his fingers intertwine with mine.

-

We are gathered at a table. Well, me, Rick, Daryl, Hershel, T Dog, Glenn and Maggie are. "Not bad." Daryl comments at the impressive pile of guns and riot gear on the table. "Flash bangs, C S triple chasers. Not sure how they work on walkers, but we'll take 'em." Rick says.

Daryl picks up a gooey helmet. "I ain't wearin' this shit." He says. T Dog holds up something. A boot, maybe? It drips even more gore than the helmet. "We could boil them." He suggests. "No thanks." I say, loading my gun and sliding it into my belt. "Ain't enough firewood in ta whole forest, naw." Daryl says, shaking his head. "Sides, we've gotten this far without 'em," he says, picking up a baton and swinging it.

"Hershel?" Carol asks, walking out of her and Lori's cell. She jerks her head in, and turns to leave. "Everything alright?" Rick asks. "Yeah. Nothing to worry about," she says as she and Hershel head into the cell. I scrape one of my knives against the table before sliding it into my jacket.

Some of us pull on the breastplate gear, but I don't. Carl tries to convince me to put it on. "Nothing will get you," he coaxes. I shake my head. "I've gotten this far without them, why start now?" I ask. He pulls on a helmet. "See? I feel safer already." He jokes. I laugh. Rick walks over. "Dad, tell her to pu-" he begins. "Carl, I'll be fine." I say. "She'll be in good hands, Carl." Rick says. Carl slips the helmet off. "You won't need that." Rick says. "I need you to stay here." He adds. "You're kidding." Carl says, putting his hat back on.

"We don't know what's in there." Rick replies. "If something goes wrong, you could be the last man standing. I need you to handle things here."

Carl looks over at me for a moment, the back at his dad. "Sure." He says. "Great." Rick says, handling Carl the keys. Let's go." Daryl says. We head out.

Rick unlocks the next cell block slowly, the door creaking noisily. We peer around each corner, Glenn marking them with spray cans. Mangled corpses litter the floor, and we are all silent.

The hallway is a dead end. We peer around another corner, and a herde moans and staggers quickly toward us.

"Go back!" Rick and Daryl whisper. We turn, running, and more walkers corner us. The group splits, Glenn and Maggie one way, Rick and them another, and me alone.

I run, doging walkers. One reaches for me, and I stab it, not breaking stride.

I duck into a corner, near Glenn and Maggie. Walkers hurry past me, and I lean back. Once they're all gone, I step out. I notice flashlights, and run to them.

I run into Daryl, who catches me. "Where's-" he begins. "I don't know. In a... closet, I think." I stammer, and we keep going.

"Dad," a voice echoes through the halls. Hershel stops and turns, walking a different hallway. A zombie grabs him and bites his ankle. His screams echo throughout the cell block.

I reach him first, sending the zombie to the ground. I catch Hershel as he falls to the floor, and pull him up. Rick and them, followed by Glenn and Maggie, run up to us. The walker herde comes back as Glenn and Rick lift up Hershel. "Daddy!" Maggie cries. "We've gotta move!" I shout, sending a walker to the floor.

We run and run, finally going into a cafeteria. We lay Hershel down, and Daryl and T Dog hold the door shut. Rick ties off Hershel's leg, and hefta the ax. "Only one way to keep you alive," Rick says, and begins hacking through his leg. I hold either side down, since Hershel is moving, and my hands are soon covered in blood.

Once the leg is off, I pull a cloth out of my pocket. I usually use it for cleaning my knives. I press it to the severed section, applying pressure. I blow my hair out of my face.

"Duck," Daryl says, hefting his crossbow.

I turn for a spilt second.

There's prisoners.

One says, "Holy shit."