Rick walked outside. It had been several months since Woodbury. Since the battles with the Governor. The death of Andrea, T-Dog, Merle, Lori... he tried not think of it. He plugged in his music, and walked out to the farm. He began to do his days work, taking care of the crops, the food for all the people that hey now had here at the Prison. About 45 people now, if he wasn't mistaken. They've been taking in more and more people. People were always welcome here now. As he was digging through he hit something. He reached down and dug it out. It was a M1911 pistol, a full clip of ammo. A prisoner must have hid it here, thinking to escape with it. he pulled a headphone out of his ear. And he heard them. Against the fence. Walkers, a lot of them. He heard their snarl, their desperation for food. He looked at them. One walker looked strange. It's eyes were more of a milky white and there was dried blood running down it's face. It must not have had a pleasant death. Carl broke his thoughts as he came outside.

"Why didn't you wake me?" He asked. Rick put the hoe down.

"Because I know you were up reading comic books all night." He said. "Thought you could use the rest."

"Well what can I do?"

"Go feed the pigs. When your done go see Hershel." Carl nodded and walked away.

"Hey dad?" Carl called.

"What is it?"

"Violets not looking too good." Rick walked over. The pig was lying down in the pen sleeping.

"Carl, they're not pets. They're not piglets anymore. They're food. Don't name them." He said sternly. By now It had been a good hour since Rick had been awake, and the camp was bustling about.

Daryl walked out of the cell block and into the open, where the water and plants were stored. People were eating a meal right now, one of the other teens in the group, Patrick, was cutting some of the meat he had hunted earlier. Carol walked up to him.

"Look at all this." Carol said. "What we've done for ourselves here."

"Yeah. Looks like its bout damn time somethin good happens around here."

"Daryl, sir." Patrick said, handing him a bowl as he walked up. "Thank you for that deer you hunted earlier sir, it was excellent."

"It's no problem."

"If you don't mind, sir, I would be honored to shake your hand." Daryl looked at the kid then licked his fingers clean and shook his hand.

"Daryl, can I talk to you?" Carol said. He nodded and followed here to where others were cutting down walkers at the gate.

"What the problem?" He said.

"We had a pretty big build up over night. Dozens more towards towers 3. It's manageable but unless we get ahead of it, not for long."

"Well the more of us in here, more of em gonna be drawn here."

"I know. Looks like we'll have to cut some people off of going on the supply run." Carol said. "Sorry pookie." Daryl smiled and turned away to finish his meal.

At the fence Tyreese watched Karan cutting down walkers.

"Hi babe." he said and they kissed.

"Hey Ty. You need a pair of gloves?"

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about that." He said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, uhh I don't want to do fence duty anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because it feels like I'm killing someone. I'm looking at their faces. Out there, when you have to, it's different. But in here, they can't hurt me and it feels wrong. So I'm gonna talk to the Council and see if I can go on the run today."

"Why did you always like fence duty before?" She asked.

"Because you were always on fence duty." She smiled.

"Ok. I'll see you tonight." She said. Tyreese smiled and walked away. He walked over to Sasha, his little sister.

"Sasha, I'll come with you on the run today."

"Good. We'll need the extra help, the team was cut short because of the build up. Grab some armor, and weapons." Someone else disturbed their conversation.

"Hi." The newcomer said.

"Hey, Bob. What do you need." Sasha asked.

"I was wondering if there was anything I could do. Help me earn my keep."

"Bob, you've only been here a week."

"Week worth of food, shelter. I think I outta pay you back."

"I don't know."

"You're a tough sell, you know that?"

"Come on, Sash. Just let him come on the run." Tyreese but in.
"Alright, fine. You can come on the run." Bob smiled.

"Thank you. It's about time I pay you back."

Rick stood with Hershel in the farm.

"You see these leaves here?" Hershel said. "They're not getting any sun, they won't grow. We'll snap 'em off, and plant 'em. You see these bristles?" Rick nodded. "They'll take root, we'll have a whole new plant." Rick nodded.

"Alright. That seems useful."

"You know, you've been growing so much food for us recently we won't have to go on runs soon." Hershel said smiling. "Now we just gotta find you a pair of overalls. Maybe a piece of wheat, hanging from the corner of your mouth." Rick smiled.

"Yeah, Maybe. I should go check the snares. I don't wanna lose whatever we catch to the walkers."

"Rick, we need to speak." Rick stopped in his tracks. "I've spoken with the council. We all feel that you should take your gun when you go outside."

"Hershel, if I get in trouble out there I don't think six bullets are gonna-"

"Just do it. Should you get in trouble out there a gunshot will be more easily heard than your yell."

"Alright. I'll bring my gun." Then he heard it. *clack* *clack*. "Michonne." He said. Carl had heard it too, and together they opened the gate. Michonne ran inside, her horse stopping once in. The walkers banged at the door they had set up. They were steel, and the walkers wouldn't get past.

"Here, Carl." Michonne said. "I hit the jackpot." She handed him a set of comic books.

"Awesome!"

"I get to read 'em when you're done." She said.
"Did you find him?" Rick asked. She shook her head.

"I was thinking about checking near Macon next."

"That's a good ways away." Daryl said, his party about to leave.

"We need to find him. And kill him."

"Whatever. You gonna stay longer this time? Or leave again?"

"I'll stay for awhile." Daryl left them to their thoughts as his party left the camp. Beth's new boyfriend Zach was assisting Daryl on this mission. His first run. Hopefully, the kid would be alright. Rick walked back to the pavillion and got something to eat. They sat down peacefully. It had been peaceful for the past few months. But today was different. Trucks and cars came roaring towards the prison. They stopped just outside the gate and the herd outside turned it's focus to them. But the cars were prepared. On the front, they had large spikes already stained with blood. They had extra pieces of metal on the outside, for armor. Two cars together plowed through the horde of walkers, leaving none standing in it's wake. Several people came out and finished the last.

"Hello!" Someone called. "We don't want to harm you! I just want to talk!" Rick looked at the group around his table. He grabbed an assault rifle, as did Michonne. Other members of the prison were watching as well, and Maggie came outside. She grabbed a rifle as well and stood by the fence. They shooed the children inside. They walked to the gate.

"Who are you? And what do you want?"

"We're just looking for a place to stay. A permanent place." The man before him was no man. It was a boy, about 16 years old. He was dark skinned, Indian probably. He had close cropped black hair, and dark brown eyes. He wore a large jacket. One that reminded him of the Governor. "And we're not looking for a fight. So if you want us to leave, we'll leave. But do you know a place we could stay? Everyone else has either attacked us, or refused us."

"You don't have to leave. I just want to know a few things."

"Shoot."

"How many of you are there? What're your names?"

"I'm Omar, I lead this group. There are 11 of us. Victoria, Chris, Raymond, Drew, Lizzie, Kyle, Brandon, Jay, Kusi, and Daniel. Besides, if we fought you'd be overwhelmed."

"Why's that? We've got guns. And the numbers."

"Numbers don't mean shit when your enemy has rocket launchers." Omar said. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound threatening. But can we stay here?"

"Three questions."

"Yes?"

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"I don't know. Hundreds. Maybe thousands by now."

"How many people have you killed?"

"17." Rick was taken aback by the number.

"Why?"

"15 of that number is from other groups who have attacked us."

"And the other two?"

"Two former members of our group. Gavin and Ben. They tried to kill me, and rob the group. I put them both down."

"Well it's not up to me entirely. I'll be back. We've got to discuss this." Rick walked away, back towards the prison.

Omar turned away as Rick went to discuss with his people.

"Omar." Kyle said.

"What is it?"

"If they refuse us, we should attack. This prison is perfect. Fences, walls, food."

"We have food."

"For how long? They grow theirs."

"Attacking and killing them is not an option. We could pool resources, not kill one another. If they refuse us, we keep moving. We don't kill other humans unless absolutely necessary."

"And when is it absolutely necessary?" Kyle asked angrily.

"If they try to kill us." Omar retorted. Kyle was a tall man, not much older than him. Omar himself was 5'7. Kyle was 6'2. Kyle was a light white guy, with dirty blonde hair, and a heavyset form. Chris was about 5'11 big curly black hair, and slightly tanned skin. Victoria was a bit of a pale white, with long brown hair, glasses, and only about 5'4. Kusi was about 5'5, muscular for a girl, mexican, with brown hair. Brandon was a slightly darker white than Victoria, with brown hair that curled upwards, and he was about 5'9. Raymond was about 6'1, dark skinned, with curly black hair. He was strong. Drew was a pale white, with a brown mophead. He was the strongest of the group, standing about 5'9 and senses that were off the chart. Lizzie was short, about 5'3, brownish-red hair. Jay was tall, about 6'4 pale white, long black hair. He was not the smartest but he was useful. Daniel was about 5'7, mexican, cropped black hair. He was the fastest of the group.

"So only in a life and death situation?"

"That's right. Now we wait for Ricks decision."

"That's stupid. Why should we wait, when we have the power to take what we want?"

"Because. Humans are running extinct as it is. Walkers are killing everything in their path. Humanity can't afford to fight itself."

"You know, ever since we left Woodbury last winter, you've been growing soft. You don't have what it takes to lead this group anymore."

"I do, and I will lead this group through it all." Raymond interrupted them.

"What's going on?"

"Kyle thinks we should invade the prison. Take it by force." He said.

"It's the best solution!" Kyle yelled.

"No it's not, Kyle. Killing people and attacking the prison isn't the best idea. There are other places that we can fortify." Raymond said.

"But none like this."

"There are other prisons, Kyle." Omar said sternly. "We're not about to kill to take this one."