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"WHO the hell are you?" Daryl questioned the random group of people standing behind the makeshift fence in the kitchen.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the men returned.

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back. Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard, Hard! Push, push." Rick announced to us before turning to Maggie and Glenn and giving them directions regarding Hershel.

"Why don't you come on out of there?" Daryl questioned while still holding up his crossbow.

"Slow and steady." Daryl demanded as the men started to walk out of the room they were in.

"What happened to him?" The first one asked who had shoulder length hair and tan skin that was covered in dirt.

"He got bit." Daryl replied shortly.

"Bit?" The guy questioned as he reached his hand over to his hip to grab his gun.

T-Dog quickly held up his gun at the guy.

We had been able to successfully barricade the door so that we didn't have to lean our backs against it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl said as he aimed his crossbow at the man. The guy raised his gun at Daryl.

"I need you to hold this." I heard Rick instruct Maggie and Glenn from behind me as I faced the strange group of men.

"Okay." Glenn responded.

"As hard as you can." Rick said.

"Yes." Maggie whispered as she did what she said.

Glenn walked up to the strangers.

"You have medical supplies?" Glenn asked as he walked to the room where the group of men were prior.

The guy in turn aimed his gun at my brother while I aimed my sword at his neck.

"Watch it." I snarled.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Another man asked referring to my brother.

The walkers started banging against the door as they continued to snarl and growl.

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" The guy, who's neck I had my sword aimed at asked, while looking at all of us.

"Don't look like no rescue team." The white guy with blonde hair added.

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." Rick said as we heard a bunch of noise being made in the room where Glenn was in.

"Come on, we gotta go. Now! Come on! I need a hand here." Rick exclaimed as Glenn came in with a long table that had wheels attached to it.

"One, two, three, go!" Rick exclaimed again as He, Maggie, and Glenn put Hershel on the table.

"Holy Jesus!" One of the men gasped at the look of Hershel's bloody leg.

"T, the door!" Rick yelled.

"Are you crazy? Don't open that!" One of the guys shouted.

"We got this!" Rick shouted back as T-Dog opens the door.

The first walker came in and T-Dog grabbed it before slamming it against the wall and stabbing it.

"Daryl! Ara!" Rick shouted as Daryl and I kept our weapons on the men as we walked backwards toward the door.

"Let's go." Daryl looked at me as we made our way out in a hurry.

We hurriedly made our way back down the corridor as Rick was leading us down it with a flashlight in his hands.

"This way, this way. No, no, no. Back, back!" Rick exclaimed as we heard the walkers.

"Daryl." Rick called out as Daryl shot down the walker.

"Come on!" Daryl exclaimed roughly as he grabbed his arrow and kept running with me right beside him.

"Go, go, go." Rick said

The others were pushing the table while Rick was in the back and Daryl and I were in the front.

"Stop. Stop." Daryl said.

As we heard the door open behind us and voices speaking over each other. The men that we encountered a while ago had been following us. Daryl pushed me in front of him as we all ran.

Daryl hurriedly unlocked the gate to our cell lock as we rushed Hershel in.

"He's losing too much blood." Maggie said.

"Open the door! It's Hershel!" Rick yelled toward the others.

The others ran toward the gate as Carl hurriedly opened the gate.

"Carl! Come on." Rick rushed him as T-Dog, Daryl, and I kept looking back to see if we saw the prisoners.

T-Dog hurriedly closed the door behind them as we stayed on the opposite side. Daryl put another arrow in the crossbow and pulled the string. He aimed the crossbow at the door, while T-Dog and I aimed our weapons toward the door also. We heard footsteps approaching as the first man came out of the shadows.

"That's far enough." Daryl told them as they started walking in the room.

"Cell block C. Cell 4, that's mine, gringo. Let me in." One of the guys said.

"Today's your lucky days, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go." Daryl stated.

"What you got going on in there?" The same guy asked.

"None of your damn business." I seethed.

"Don't be telling me what's my business puta." The same guy said to me as he got the gun out of his pants.

I laughed condescendingly at him.

Daryl hadn't liked that and walked closer to the guys with a glare on his face.

"Chill, man. Dude's leg is messed up. Besides we're free now. Why are we still in here?" Another guy asked.

"Man's got a point." Daryl said.

"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady." The same man said.

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

"Why don't you go find out?" Daryl glared heatedly at the man.

"Maybe we'll just be going now." The Caucasian man with big mustache said trying to ease the tension.

"Hey, we ain't leaving." The Hispanic man barked.

"You ain't coming in either." T-Dog said as he cocked his gun and walked closer to the Hispanic guy.

"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please." The guy yelled at us while aiming his gun at T-Dog.

"This is not your house. You don't own shit! You should listen to your friends and stop being stupid!" I snarled.

The man walked up to me and aimed the gun at my head. Daryl and T-Dog walked closer to him aiming their weapons at his head also.

"You better not miss." I dared the Hispanic man. I had my sword aimed at his stomach. If he we was going to kill me, best believe I'm taking him with me.

"There ain't nothing for you here! Why don't you go back to your sandbox?!" Daryl yelled at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this." Rick said from behind me as the guy still held the gun to my head.

"How many of you are in there?" The Hispanic guy asked.

"Too many for you to handle." Rick said.

The Hispanic guy looked over in Daryl's direction then back at Rick.

"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" The Hispanic guy asked.

I chuckled at that. How long have these idiots been cooped up in here?

"I will shoot you." He whispered daringly

"You think you scare me? Do it. The minute you cock that gun I will plunge this sword into your chest. So do it." I dared him back.

"How long you been locked in that cafeteria?" Rick questioned as the guy looked around at all four of us.

"Going on like 10 months." He answered.

"A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it." The big tall African American added.

"Attica on speed, man." The smaller Caucasian man with the big mustache said.

"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy." Another said.

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us sit tight, threw me in this piece, said he'd be right back." The Hispanic guy informed.

"Yeah, and that was 292 days ago." The tall African American man said.

"94 according to my calcula-." The smaller Caucasian man corrected before getting cut off.

"Shut up!" The Hispanic guy exclaimed.

"We we're thinking that the Army or the National Guard should be showing up any day now." The tall African American man continued.

"There is no army." Rick confessed.

"What do you mean?" The Hispanic guy questioned.

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

"For real?" The Caucasian with the mustache asked, shocked at the information.

"Yeah." I piped up staring at the guy.

"What about my moms?" The tall African American man questioned somberly.

"My kids? And my old lady?" Another one questioned.

"Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?" The same guy asked.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Daryl questioned irritatedly.

"No phones, no computers. As far as we can see, at least half the population has been wiped out. Probably more." Rick said.

"Ain't no way." The Hispanic guy said in denial.

"See for yourself." Rick said as they opened the door to the outside to look at the dead bodies. The guy took the gun off my head and pushed me harshly towards Daryl.

"You alright?" Daryl looked me up and down before making eye contact with me.

"Yeah." I breathed out while nodding my head looking him in his ocean blue eyes.

We followed the rest of the group outside.

"Good lord. They're all dead." The Caucasian man with the mustache said.

"Never thought I'd be so happy to see these fences." One of the other men said.

"You never said how the hell did you get in here in the first place?" One of them questioned.

"Cut a hole in that fence over there by that guard tower." Daryl answered.

"That easy, huh?" Another one asked skeptically.

"Where there's a will, there's a way." Daryl answered.

"Easy for you to say." The Hispanic guy said.

"So what is this, like a disease?" The tall African American man asked.

"Yeah, and we're all infected." Rick answered.

"What do you mean infected? Like AIDS or something?" The Caucasian with the mustache questioned.

"It's a lot worse than AIDS." I told him.

"If I was to kill you, shoot an arrow in your chest, you'd come back as one of these things. It's gonna happen to all of us." Daryl answered casting a brief glance at the Hispanic guy.

"Ain't no way these Robin Hood cats responsible for killing all these freaks." The Hispanic guy said exasperatedly.

"Must be 50 bodies out here." Another one chimed in.

Daryl, T-Dog, and I all looked at each other. I rolled my eyes at the prisoners in front of us.

"Where'd you come from?" The Hispanic guy asked.

"Atlanta." Rick answered.

The Hispanic guy started walking towards Rick in a way I did not like.

"Where are you headed?" He questioned.

"For now, nowhere." Rick said firmly.

"I guess you can take that area down near the water. Should be comfortable." The Hispanic guy said pointing to his right.

"We're using that field for crops." Rick stated.

"We'll help you move your gear out." The Hispanic guy declared rather quickly.

"That won't be necessary. We took out these walkers. This prison is ours." Rick told him.

"Slow down, cowboy." The Hispanic guy scoffed.

"You snatched the locks off our doors." The shortest African American guy said.

"We'll give you new locks, if that's how you want it." Rick negotiated

"This is our prison. We were here first." The Hispanic guy told us holding his arms out.

"Locked in a broom closet? We took it, set you free. It's ours. We spilled blood." Rick seethed.

"We're moving back into our cell block." He told Rick.

"You'll have to get your own." Rick retorted.

"It is mine. I've still got personal artifacts in there. That's about as mine as it gets." The Hispanic guy said getting his gun back out.

T-Dog, Daryl, and I got our weapons back out and pointed them at him, while walking closer to Rick.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Maybe let's try to make this work out so everybody wins." The Caucasian man with the mustache said standing in between us.

"I don't see that happening." The Hispanic guy said.

"Neither do I." Rick remarked.

"I ain't going back in that cafeteria for one more minute." The Hispanic guy told us as we all stood there sizing him up.

"There are other cell blocks." The Caucasian guy suggested.

"You could leave. Try your luck out on the road." Daryl suggested while glaring heatedly at him.

"These four pussies can do all this, the least we can do is take out another cell block."

"If anybody here's the pussy it's you." I glared at the Hispanic guy.

"With what?" The tallest African American guy asked before the Hispanic guy could respond to me.

"Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons. Won't you boss?" The Hispanic guy said condescendingly.

"How stocked is that cafeteria? It must have plenty of food. Five guys lasting almost a year?" Rick questioned.

"It sure as hell don't look like anybody's been starving." Daryl commented.

"There's only a little left." The Hispanic guy answered.

"We'll take half. In exchange, we'll help clear out a cell block." Rick negotiated.

"Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left." The shortest of the African Americans said with an attitude.

"Bet you got more food than you got choices. You pay, we'll play. We'll clear out a block for you, then you keep to it." Rick said.

"Alright." The Hispanic guy agreed.

"But let's be clear, if we see you out here anywhere near our people, if i so much as even catch a whiff of your scent, I will kill you." Rick threatened getting in the Hispanic guys face.

The Hispanic guy tried to look tough but as he eyed Rick, you could see a spec of fear in his eyes.

"Deal." He said.

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We all walked inside as the prisoners led us back to the cafeteria they had been held up in.

"Pantry's back here." The Hispanic guy announced walking towards the room in the back.

"You never tried to break out of here?" T-Dog questioned.

"Yeah we tried to take the doors off. But if you make one peep in here, then those freaks will be lined up outside the door growling, trying to get in. Windows got bats in there that He-Man couldn't get through." One of them explained.

"Bigger than a 5 by 8." The Caucasian said.

"You won't find me complaining. Doing 15. My left leg can barely fit on one of those bunks." The tallest of the African American men answered.

"Yeah, they don't call him Big Tiny for nothing." The other one said.

"You done jerking each other off? Sick of waiting back here." The Hispanic guy said impatiently.

He walked into the back room while the rest of us followed. We came around the corner and looked in the pantry to see shelves of food. And that little dickhead had the nerve to stay there was a little left.

Daryl then walked in and flashed the flashlight on the food before flashing it in the Hispanic guys face.

"This what you call a little bit of food?" Daryl questioned.

"Goes fast." He said.

"Mhmm." Daryl waved it off.

"You can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish-." The Hispanic guy started trying to pick what food we got before Rick shut that down.

"We said half. That's the deal." Rick reiterated.

He then looked down and pointed at the door.

"What's in there?" Rick questioned.

"Don't open that." One of the guys warned.

Rick opened it anyway and sounded like he was gonna throw up. He was coughing and gagging while the Hispanic man was laughing at him.

"He wanted to know." He said.

Rick quickly slammed the door.

"Can't wait for my own pot to piss in." The Caucasian commented.

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We gathered up all the food and split up from the prisoners.

"Foods here." T-Dog announced as he carried in the boxes.

"What you got?" Carl asked while unlocking the door.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans." T-Dog joked.

"Very funny T." I said sarcastically as Rick walked in behind me with two big bags.

"There's a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said as we brought the food into one of the cells.

"Any change?" Rick asked referring to Hershel.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever, but his breath is labored and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet." Lori answered as we set the stuff down. I looked at the ground somberly thinking about Hershel. I should've been paying attention or I should've walked ahead of him.

At the moment, I needed to get my mind off of it for a while. Helping the prisoners clear out some walkers will definitely get my mind off of it.

"Take my cuffs, put them on him. I'm not taking any chances." Rick instructed turning around so either Glenn or Lori could take the handcuffs. Glenn then took them and Lori patted him on the back.

Carl, T, and I were putting stuff into the cell that no one resides in so that nobody would sleep with a bunch of clutter around them.

All four of us made our way back over to the prisoners after we put half of the food in our cell block. We laid out their "weapons" to help clear out the walkers. They weren't getting any knives or guns.

"Why do I need this when I got this?" The Hispanic guy asked cockily while putting up his gun.

"You don't fire guns, not unless your backs up against a wall. Noise attracts 'em. It really riles 'em up." Daryl informed them in his usual rough voice.

"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with Ara. I'll bring up the rear with T. Stay tight, hold formation no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down. Anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe to the head." Rick instructed.

"And that's where you aim. These things only go down with a head shot." Daryl added.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man." The Hispanic man interrupted rudely.

"They aren't men. These things will eat you up, while your alive and screaming. So, tread lightly." I argued.

"Just remember to go for the brain." Rick instructed as the Hispanic man scoffed while the others grabbed their weapons.

We were all following behind Daryl as he shined the flashlight in front of us.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." One of the men complained.

"Gotta hold it up high out in front of you. You're gonna hear them before you see them." Daryl advised.

We were all walking closely together and we heard clanking.

"It's coming!" The Caucasian yelled from right next to him.

"Shh!" Rick shushed irritatedly.

We all then heard snarling from around the corner and the shadow indicated only one walker. Until another shadow followed.

Then the prisoners started letting out battle cry's and ran towards the walkers. T, Daryl, Rick, and I just stood there.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I sighed as I rubbed my hand over my face. We all shook our heads as we watched them. They were beating up the walkers like they were people. They were hitting them everywhere except for their heads. This is ridiculous. The four of us just looked at each other and shook our heads again.

After that whole...whatever that was, we kept moving, with Daryl leading. A walker came up in front of us as Daryl shined the light in its face.

"It's gotta be the brain. Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain." Daryl reiterated as he shot the walker in the head with an arrow, demonstrating what had to be done.

"I hear you. The brain." One of the guys said as another walker came around and he clocked it in the head.

"Like that?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." Daryl confirmed.

As the Caucasian yelled before stabbing another walker. What is with the yelling? You don't need to do all of that.

Rick then stabbed the next one while I sliced another's head clean off. I joggled the sword in another direction to attempt to get the blood off.

"Stay in tight formation. No more prison riot crap." Rick told them.

More walkers were coming our way and we all started to kill them off.

Then we heard a scream. And followed the source of the sound. Rick and I saw the taller of the African American guys getting caught up with two walkers. Rick stabbed one in the head while I sliced the others head off. But, the Hispanic guy was firing his rounds off into the walker I had already gotten. Rick and I looked back at him as if he was crazy.

"Are you stupid?! I had it!" I exclaimed.

He just scoffed in response. Rick glared at him before we looked back at the guy. He had been rubbing his hand against his arm and when he pulled his hand back we saw blood. Great..just great. Rick then turned him around as we saw the scratches on his back.

"I'm just telling you, I don't feel anything. It's just a scratch." He tried pleading.

"I'm sorry, man." Rick shook his head.

"I can keep fighting!" He exclaimed.

"You cut that old guy's leg off to save his life." The other one piped up.

"Look at where the bite is." Rick said pointing at the guys back.

"Guys, I'm fine! Just...I'm fine. Look at me, I'm not changing into one of those things." He pleaded to Rick.

"Yes you are." I stated softly.

"Look, man, there had to be something we can do. We could just lock him up." The other African American chimed in.

"Quarantine him." The Caucasian suggested.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him." The shortest of the African American men said.

"There's nothing we can do." Rick stated.

"You son of a bitch." The shortest guy remarked.

"I'm all ri-." The tallest guy started before getting cut off as the Hispanic man hit him upside the head with his weapon. The Hispanic man looked at his weapon then at Rick before repeatedly bashing the guys head in. The blood was splattering everywhere as T, Daryl, Rick, the other prisoners and I watched. He looked downright psychotic and deranged.

He just kept going and going and going as more blood splattered all over him and the wall. The guy had looked unrecognizable.

He then stopped and breathed heavily as he looked at Rick and the rest of us. I scowled at him as he just walked away down the hall like nothing happened. We can't risk him being in the same prison as us. He's gotta die.

We kept walking further. I stood on the front with T, while Daryl stood in the back with Rick. We made it into the laundry room as we all split up and searched different sections. I walked over to Daryl.

"That dude is insane. You need me to back you, Rick, or T, I've got you. Just let me know." I whispered to him.

"I know that's what I told Rick. You saw that look on his face. I've got you too." He whispered back as he walked around and I did the same.

We all walked toward the door inside the laundry room when we heard walkers on the other side of it snarling and banging against the door.

T closed the door the lead into the laundry room so that no walkers would escape or roam around outside of this room. Rick threw the keys at the Hispanic man's feet.

"I ain't opening that." He said.

"Yes, you are. If you want this cell block, you're gonna open that door. Just the one, not the both of them. Because we need to control this." Rick told him as he then picked the keys up off the floor and put the key into the lock.

"You bitches ready?" He asked us before he pulled on the door. It didn't open. He yanked at it again and it still didn't open. Rick, T, Daryl, and I looked at him expectantly.

"I got this." He said before he opened both doors instead of just the one. All the walkers started coming in as he backed up behind the rest of us.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted.

"Shit happens." He said before slashing at a walker.

We were talking 'em out one by one and luckily this time we heard no battle cry's, just grunts.

As I chopped one's head off that Rick didn't pay attention to, I saw the Hispanic guy slash but not in a walkers direction. He slashed at Ricks head, but he quickly ducked out of the way. Rick then glared at him before the guy pushed a walker on top of Rick.

I was about to head over there, but Daryl had him.

"T, mind the gap." Daryl yelled as he ran over to Rick and stabbed the walker in the head that was on top of him.

The Hispanic guy then pulled the same trick on me. It caught me off guard alright. The walker was snarling in my face as it attempted to bite it off. I had to think quickly since the group had been occupied. I used my hands to rip the walkers throat open and decapitate it before hurriedly getting up and stabbing it in the head. Walker guts had been sprawled all over me and in my hair. The walker skin was sort of tough to break through. The skin hadn't even felt like skin it felt slippery and rubbery. I wouldn't recommend.

I was breathing heavily and turned around to face the Hispanic guy. If Rick doesn't kill him, I just might. I hurriedly made it over to T to help him put down the last few walkers.

We successfully cleared it. Rick and I were having a stare off with the guy.

"It was coming at me, bro." He told Rick.

"I'm gonna slit your throat for what you just did. You pushed those walkers on top of us. You wanna run a cell block and say your in charge? That this is your house? You can't even murder someone right." I stated scarily calm. My gaze intensified on him and that same spec of fear in his eyes was back.

"We get it. Shit happens." Rick agreed while sporting a fake smile.

Rick then brought the machete down on top his head, splitting his skull in half. The shortest prisoner yelled out no and raised his bat getting ready to hit Rick until he saw the way he killed the guy.

He stood there in fear as Rick kicked the guys chest to get machete out of his skull. The guy then screamed as he raised his bat at Rick, but Rick kicked him and he fell to the floor. T, Daryl, and I held our weapons out, pointing them at the guy.

"Easy now." Daryl advised.

The guy then ran into the cell block.

"I got him." Rick told us as he ran after him. T, Daryl, and I then pointed out weapons at the last two guys standing.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl said roughly.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened. Tell him, Oscar." The Caucasian guy sweated before turning to the African American man who's name had been Oscar.

"Stop talking, man." Oscar told him as he held his hands up.

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Rick came shortly after and raised his gun at Oscar's head.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar swore.

"You didn't know? You knew. Daryl, let's end this now." Rick gritted through his teeth as he then aimed the gun at the Caucasian man.

"Sir, sir, you gotta listen to me, please! It was them that was bad. It wasn't us." He pleaded.

"Oh, that's convenient." Rick sneered.

"You saw what he did to Tiny. He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm not a killer. Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent kind, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!" He cried. Rick then turned the gun back over to Oscar. He had been the only one out of all the prisoners that I believed in. I knew he wasn't lying. Oversharing? Maybe, but lying? I don't think so.

"What about you?" Rick questioned.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I ain't about to start now. So you do what you gotta do." Oscar said softly. Rick then took the gun off him.

Daryl opened the door to their new cell block as we walked them through.

"Oh man." The Caucasian man breathed as he eyed all the dead bodies on the ground.

"I knew these guys. They were good men." He continued somberly as he looked at us.

Daryl, T, and looked at Rick awaiting what to do.

"Let's go." Rick said as he turned towards the exit.

"So you're just gonna leave us in here? Man this is sick." Oscar questioned, repulsed by all of the blood spattered everywhere.

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours. Take it or leave it. That was the deal." Rick said as he kept walked outside the door.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl said.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones." Rick added.

"Sorry about you friends, man." Daryl said sincerely before he followed Rick.

"A word of advice, take those bodies outside and burn them." T told them as we both nodded our heads also before heading off back to our cell block.

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We all walked over by the cell Hershel was in to see Carl and Glenn standing in front of it. I was in the back so they hadn't seen all the walker blood all over me.

"Hershel stopped breathing. Mom saved him." Carl told us.

"It's true." Glenn answered as Rick walked into the cell.

Glenn looked up and saw me and got scared.

"Ara. What the hell happened?" He asked frantically as he grabbed my shoulders.

"It's a long story. Two of the prisoners were lively ones. I'm alright don't worry." I told him putting emphasis on lively. I put my hand on his shoulder as a way to assure him that I meant what I said.

"A-alright. As long as your okay and living." He said skeptically, still looking at me worriedly.

"I am both of those things." I joked.

All of us, except for Carol for some reason, were by Hershel, some on the bed next to him, some standing over him, and some standing at the doorway of the cell. Regardless, we had all been there awaiting Hershel's return.

Hershel's eyes had fluttered open and he had been scanning over us.

"Daddy?" Maggie asked tearfully.

"Daddy." Beth then laughed as Rick took the handcuffs off of him.

Hershel then reached out his hand towards Rick for him to grasp. Rick then wrapped his hand around Hershel's and squatted by his bedside. Rick then looked up and grinned over at Beth and Maggie who were hugging each other and crying. Lori then made her way out of the cell, Daryl, Carl and I watched her go as we were the closest to the door.

"Come here." Rick said to Beth as he took her hand and placed it into Hershel's before walking out as well. Probably to go find Lori.

I smiled at the family reunion between Hershel, Beth, and Maggie before walking out of the cell myself to go to my own upstairs. Tomorrow, we would probably be on cleanup duty. Which I wouldn't sort of mind, seeing as this place is kind of out of order. I took my sword out of its scabbard and looked at the initials engraved in the handle.

A.G.E.S

I really feel like I'm going to finish this book before the month of April or March for that matter. This season is going to be good and I am so excited for what's to come. My boy Papa Greene woke up and had a lovely little cry fest with Maggie and Beth. Three out of five of the prisoners are dead. Also, what do you think A.G.E.S means? I love you guys 3000. Don't be a stranger.
-brayla❤️❤️