Hay guys! So I'm doing a new format and trying to put a whole episode of TWD into each chapter. This process takes longer for me to post, and it makes the chapters about 3-4 times longer than before. So if you could pretty pleaseeeeeee let me know if you like or dislike this style, that'd be amazing! :) Hope you enjoy! xx
Clary's POV
As we ran, I heard Rick scream. "Carl! Open the door!" Guess we'd arrived back at our cellblock…But of course, we weren't alone.
Rick, Glenn, and Maggie carted Hershel into the cellblock, while Daryl, and I stayed behind. T was going to try cornering them from behind.
The prisoners walked in, looking around.
"That's far enough." Daryl said coldly.
"Cellblock C, cell 4 that's my cell, gringo. Let me in." Crazy Mexican stated. I guess he was the leader of the group.
"It's your lucky day fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go."
"Whatcha got going on in there?" Mexican asked. He then eyed me.
Daryl suddenly stepped in front of me. "Ain't none of your concern."
"Hay don't be telling me what's my concern."
Mexican's friend tried calming him, and then they started talking among themselves.
"Bunch of civilians breaking into a prison they ain't got no business being in, bringing in a hot piece of ass like that, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go!"
"Why don't you go find out?" Daryl snarled. Seriously this shit was getting out of hand.
"You better fuck outta here 'fore he drops an arrow in ya." I said, coming out from behind Daryl.
"Oh look, the whore speaks. What you and that brunette sucking all these guys off? That the price of staying in your group?" Mexican held his gun loosely.
"You best shut up, spick!" I said, ready to charge him.
Mexican aimed his gun at my head, Daryl aimed his bow at Mexican, and I had my bat aimed for Mexican's testicles. I was smiling just thinking about how good it'd be to crush his balls.
T-Dog finally appeared and aimed his gun at the whole lot.
With everyone yelling, I was surprised walkers hadn't found us.
Suddenly Rick ran out with his gun. He attempted to ease the tension.
"Everyone relax! There's no need for this!" Ha easy for him to say.
"How many of you in there?" Mexican asked.
"Too many for you to handle."
"Yeah so you best fuck outta here while you still can." I said, still readied with my bat.
Surprisingly, he didn't answer me. "You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" He asked, referring to Hershel.
I wanted to laugh. These guys didn't get it.
I think after showing the prisoners some dead bodies in the courtyard, they got it.
"This prison's ours." Rick stated when Mexican and the short ass black guy started arguing that it was theirs.
"We were here first."
"Tough shit, fag. We've claimed it now." I threatened.
Rick and Mexican exchanged more words, and the fag drew his gun. Without hesitation, I hit him in the legs with my bat. He fell and dropped his gun. I snatched it and tucked it into my jeans.
"Whoa now, maybe we can work this out, so everybody wins." The white guy said. So far, I liked him and the two huge black guys the best.
"I don't see that happening." Mexican scowled, trying to scare us.
"Neither do I." Rick stated calmly.
T-Dog and I flanked him on either side, while Daryl was behind me.
"I ain't going back in that cafeteria for one more minute."
"Well, there are other cellblocks." White guy said to his friend.
"You could LEAVE." Daryl emphasized. "Try your luck out on the road."
After a few moments of thinking, Mexican seemed to have an idea. "If these pussies could do all this," He said, gesturing to the carnage around us. "the least we can do is take out another cellblock."
"With what?" The big black guy with a beard asked.
And suddenly I REALLY got a bad feeling about Mexican dude.
"Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons, won't ya boss?"
We all waited to hear what Rick would say.
"How stocked is that cafeteria? Must've had plenty of food—five guys lasting almost a year." He asked.
"Sure as hell don't look like anyone's been starving." Daryl said observantly.
"There's only a little left." Mexican pouted, his pride dying by the second.
"Then we'll take half. In exchange, we'll clear out a cellblock." Rick offered.
"Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left!" The scrawny black guy retorted.
Fed up with the bullshit, I readied my bat. "And didn't you hear us? We'll take half. Nothing more, nothing less."
"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 stated. You could see we were winning.
"Alright." Mexican finally agreed.
"Now let's be clear, if we see you out here anywhere near our people, if I so much as catch a whiff of your scent, I will kill you." Rick threatened, getting right up in Mexican's face.
"Deal."
The prisoners led the way back to the cafeteria. It was actually quiet and thankfully none of these guys pulled anything stupid.
"Daryl, I don't trust the Mexican. Shady as fuck." I whispered.
He nodded and we continued walking.
"If you made one peep in here, then those freaks would be lined up outside the door, growling, trying to get in. Windows got bars even he-man couldn't get through." The black guy, we now learned was named Oscar said.
"Bigger than a five by eight." The little white guy said, looking sad.
"Won't find me complaining. Doing 15, my left leg would barely fit on one of those bunks." The really large black guy said in a sad tone.
"Ya done jerking each other off? I'm sick of waiting back here." Mexican asshole said, waiting for us at the entrance of the pantry.
Nervously I gripped my bat tighter as we walked back.
"Holy shit. This is enough food to feed a town." I said, walking into the large pantry.
"This what you call a little bit of food?" Daryl said, getting right up in Mexican's face. Seems like a lot of people like getting in his face.
"Goes fast…Now you can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish…"
"We said half. That's the deal." Rick reminded them…just before he opened a door that led to a rotting corpse. The face he made actually made me laugh a little.
"He wanted to know." Mexican laughed. He then looked to me. "What about you cutie? You available later?"
On the outside I scoffed and rolled my eyes. My insides were a different story. I was freaking scared.
"Hell no, 'less you want me to chop your nuts off ya prick."
"Aw come one now. Don't be like that. A man has his needs." He drawled out.
"She said she don't want you, ya bastard." Daryl growled. He was gripping his crossbow extra tight.
"What's the problem hick? Jealous much?" The Mexican said, getting in Daryl's face.
"That's enough. Romeo, come on man. She ain't interested." The lil white guy said, trying to stop his friend.
Without thinking, I got in between the two fighting men and looked right at Romeo. Daryl stepped back and once I had the room, I swung my bat…right at Romeo's dick.
He hit the floor, and sputtered out things I couldn't quite make out.
"Fuck off. Got it?" I said quietly in his ear. "And get up. I didn't break your dick."
Everyone was silent for a while.
"Grab the supplies. Let's move out." Rick commanded.
The prisoners, T-Dog, and Rick all grabbed our half of the food and walked out into the main portion of the cafeteria.
Before walking out, I looked down at Romeo. He looked back up at me, still holding his stomach. Good.
Daryl came over and tossed an arm around my shoulders, kissing my forehead. That'd show the bastard.
Jamie's POV
I sat on the floor of my cell; drawing on a sketchpad Clary had gotten me on a run. It was the only way I could keep my mind off my sister and her boyfriend being out there, possibly in danger. It was the only way I could my mind off any of this shit.
Suddenly I heard the cellblock door open.
"Food's here!" It sounded like T-Dog.
I shot up and ran toward the sound. T-Dog WAS the one speaking. Seems they found a shit ton of food!
"This all for us?" I asked.
T smiled. "You damn right it is. We just gotta go get the rest."
"Is Clary okay? What about Daryl?"
"Hay, chill now. They're just fine. They're on guard duty right now." T said, getting on my level.
"Guard duty?"
"Found some prisoners in the cafeteria. Your sister and Daryl are guarding them till further notice."
I guess a worried look appeared on my face.
"Hay now, they'll be back soon. Now why don't ya get these cans organized and put away?"
I frowned but did as he said.
Clary's POV
Guarding these fucks wasn't so much difficult as it was annoying. Romeo was still cradling his damn dick and pestering the shit out of us about getting "real weapons". Thank God Rick and T showed up when they did.
They laid the weapons on the table. Actually it looked like a pretty good arsenal. There were some crowbars, a hatchet, a machete, and some huge knives.
"Why do I need this," Romeo asked, holding out a sledgehammer, "when I got this?" He said, showing off his lil gun.
"You stupid or something?" I asked.
"You don't fire guns, not unless your back's up against a wall." Daryl explained. "Noise attracts them. Really riles them up."
"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with T. I'll bring up the rear with Clary." Rick commanded, pointing to me. Guess he and I were going to make sure none of these guys pulled anything stupid.
"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 said, making sure everyone was on the same page.
"That's where you aim. These things only go down with a headshot." Daryl stated, backing Rick up.
I saw Romeo scoff. "Ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man."
That sent chills down my spine.
"They ain't men, they're something else." T spoke up.
"Just remember, go for the brain." Rick emphasized.
"And don't fuck this up." I said before they grabbed the weapons and we assumed formation
Jamie's POV
I stood outside the cell with Carl. I was worried for Hershel. Maggie was crying over him, saying she was okay with him dying. What the fuck?! How could she say that? Carl grabbed my hand and dragged me to the end of the cellblock where my cell was.
"Carl, what are you doing?"
"Hershel needs medicine."
"Duh, I know that. But we don't know where the infirmary is."
"That's cuz no one's searched for it yet."
"Wait…no no no. I hope you're not thinking what I think you're thinking." I said, starting to freak out.
"We have to find the infirmary." Carl insisted.
"You've lost it. The place could be packed with walkers!"
"But we don't know that."
"I don't wanna risk it. Even if we do find it, Hershel could still die. And one or both of us could too if we go sticking our necks where they don't belong." I replied, sitting on my cot.
"Fine. I'm going by myself." He mumbled, looking hurt. Immediately I felt guilty.
After a while, I sighed, trying not to waver my decision. My mind kept wandering. Clary, Rick, Daryl and the others had been gone a while. Could something have…happened to them? Would they make it back? No, they had to! They were tough assholes, so they would come back to us, right?
"Jamie-Lou," My sister's voice rang in my head. My mind only conjured my sister's voice when I needed advice or comfort…I guess right now, I needed both.
"Go with Carl. Hershel won't last much longer."
"But, I don't wanna get in trouble…or killed."
"Hershel needs you. The whole group needs you to find the infirmary."
It seems necessity outweighed sound logic, but I wasn't sure if I was ready.
I had to be though. The group needed me to be. I grabbed my gun, knife, and flashlight before running after Carl, and sneaked out of the cellblock. Shit this was fucking mental!
Clary's POV
Daryl and T led us through the corridors. It was dark, cold, and these prisoners were making the loudest racket.
We then heard something up ahead. Daryl signaled us to stop and we waited. A lone walker lumbered around the corner to us. Shit, another appeared. They used to be prisoners.
Everyone waited on edge until all the prisoners broke ranks and charged the two walkers. They started kicking and screaming at them, beating their stomachs in. Overall they were acting like they were still in prison, rioting.
Come on! Just fucking take them out already!
Rick, T, Daryl, and I all shared a look as we watched the prisoners loose their shit.
Jamie's POV
I didn't like this. Carl was nowhere to be found, and I was scared to yell, in case walkers were nearby.
"Carl…"
I was met with no answer. Quickly, I waved my flashlight around, searching for walkers.
"Carl?" I called a little louder.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around me. I nearly screamed, but the person had their hands around my mouth. Tears sprang to my eyes as I wriggled to get free.
"Jamie, hay! It's me." Carl's voice sounded.
My heart skipped a few beats and he released me.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you asshole!" I laughed, pushing him lightly.
"Come on. I think the infirmary's this way." He said, taking my hand.
"Carl are you sure the infirmary's this way? It seems like we're going in circles." I moaned.
"I don't know, maybe we should go back." He said, sounding a bit tired.
"What about down there. We haven't been this way yet, I don't think." I said, pointing to a hallway that jutted off to the left.
"Alright, let's go."
We took off down the hall and what do you know, it led straight to the infirmary!
"We found it!"
"Yeah! Help me open the door." Carl asked, attempting to open it.
After a few minutes of struggling, we finally got it open.
"Looks like it's still in tact. Maybe no one got a chance to loot it." I said, waving my flashlight around.
We started going through drawers, shoving anything and everything into our backpacks. There had to be something that'd help Hershel.
I then saw a cabinet that was partially open. "Carl, I'm gonna check this out."
I opened it, and was taken back by an emaciated walker that stumbled forward.
Shit!
I dropped my bag, and fumbled with my gun. Thankfully, I'd gotten a silencer on it so the shot wouldn't attract any attention.
Carl was behind me with his gun ready.
"Shoot it Jamie!"
I pulled the trigger and it keeled over.
"We should go." I said quietly, grabbing my bag. He agreed and grabbed his bag too.
"Carl, did you hear that?" I asked, hearing something around the corner. He nodded and both of us took out our guns.
Neither of us saw anything, that is, until we got around the corner. A walker with only half of its body was crawling around. Ew!
Carl didn't waste a second in shooting it.
"Come on!"
I sprinted after him, lugging the heavy backpack. Hopefully, we weren't too far from the cellblock.
"Come on! The cellblock's this way!" Carl reassured me.
I kept running and finally we made it to cellblock C. Carl took my bag from me.
"Hay wait up!" I called out as he kept walking with both bags.
"It's best if I go in and say I did this by myself. Only one of us will get in trouble."
"Carl, you sure? You're mom's gonna be pissed!"
"I'm sure. Now go back to your cell. Act like you don't know anything about me leaving." He said, walking towards the main portion of the cellblock.
I stood there for a moment before running back to my cell. My shirt was grimy so I changed it. I then pulled out a smuggled cigarette from my bag. I lit it and lay down on my cot. I listened as Carl and his mom argued. It wasn't long before he ran to my cell.
"How'd it go?" I asked, sitting up.
"You shouldn't smoke."
"Better to smoke and get relaxed than to not smoke and go off searching for my sister on my own." I said, feeling nervous at the mention of my sister.
"Can I try it?" He asked.
I smirked. "Sure, but careful, it's strong." I warned.
He took a long drawl and immediately he started coughing. I laughed my ass off as I took the cigarette back.
"Told ya."
"Smoking ain't for me." He said as he finished coughing.
"Go eat or drink something. It'll cover the smell." I ordered. He nodded and he left to hide the fact he'd been smoking.
Clary's POV
"It's gotta be the brain; not the stomach or the heart, the brain." Daryl reminded everyone as he took down a walker.
Little white guy seemed the most corporative. "I hear ya; the brain."
One of the big guys took out the next walker. "Like that?"
Daryl mumbled a quick "mhmm" as white guy took out the next one.
Rick shanked another one with his machete. So far things were going good. No surprises.
"Stay in tight formation. No more prison riot crap." Rick commanded.
I edged forward as about ten walkers stumbled toward us.
One attempted to grab me, but stabbing it through the eye put an end to him. Some of its rotting blood stuck to my skin. Ick!
During the fighting, it was hard to stay in ranks. The prisoners were scared and I feared a walker would break through. But my main focus was stabbing the walker that was about to grab Rick.
We then heard screaming, human screaming. Rick heard it too.
"Follow me!"
I did so, and found out that the large guy, Big Tiny, was about to be taken out by two walkers.
Rick stabbed the one and I attempted to do the same to the other, but Rick shoved me against the wall. Three gunshots rang out and I saw Crazy Mexican, Romeo staring coldly at the scene.
I wasn't so sure if the guy was there enough not to kill us there on the spot.
I then looked at Big Tiny, who actually seemed like a decent guy. Shit, there was blood, a lot of it.
"Guys, he's hurt!" I called out. This wasn't good.
Rick sighed and took a closer look at the wound.
"I'm telling you, I don't feel anything. It's just a scratch. It didn't bite me."
I walked away, towards the area where the small herd had come from.
"I'm keeping watch." I whispered to Daryl. He nodded and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back.
I heard most of the prisoners pleading for Big Tiny's life, but there wasn't anything we could do. Didn't they get it? He was going to die. He was scratched and probably already had a fever.
As if on que, I heard something big and heavy fall in mid sentence. I closed my eyes and walked back to the group.
Big Tiny was dead and Romeo was going to work on his skull. Blood coated the Mexican and he looked at Rick like he planned to kill him next.
Rick met his stare, not flinching. "Let's move out."
We followed and continued down the corridors to cellblock B.
T and I led the group into what looked like a laundry room. So far the coast was clear.
We all made our way to a door that led to the cellblock. It was locked shut and it sounded like a lot of hungry bastards were on the other side.
Daryl tossed Romeo the keys, which he let hit the ground. "I ain't opening that."
"Yes you are, if you want this cellblock." Rick told him.
"Why don't you get your bitch to do it?" He snarled.
I stepped up, ready to hit him with my bat.
"Say that again, spick!" I taunted him.
"Enough!" Rick said authoritatively. He then looked to Romeo. "Now you're gonna open that door, just the one; not both of them, cuz we need to control this."
Reluctantly Romeo picked up the keys. Something about him seemed off though. He might try something to hurt us. He wasn't making it a big secret he hated our guts.
He finally unlocked the door and looked back. "You bitches ready?"
We all tensed up and prepared for him to open the door.
He tried pulling on it a couple of times, but it wouldn't budge.
"I got this." He smirked, feeling cocky.
He then threw open both doors! The little shit head!
"I said one door!" Rick screamed as we started taking down the fuckers.
"Shit happens!" Romeo yelled back, knocking a walker out with his pickaxe.
There had to be at least 20 walkers coming at us. We all started stabbing and mutilating them before they could get a chance get their hands on us. It had turned into chaos.
I backed away some to assess the scene, then saw one lumber towards Daryl. He didn't notice its presence.
Oh hell no! No one was turning into walker food on my watch!
I ran towards the thing, jamming my knife deep into its skull. It went down quickly and I pushed it away.
That's when I saw Romeo go after a walker…but when he swung a little too close to Rick, I thought it seemed weird. I kept my eyes on him.
I took down another walker that was going after T and looked back at Romeo and Rick. Romeo had clearly shoved a walker right into Rick, knocking him over. His weapon went flying somewhere, and he was utterly defenseless.
"Daryl!" I yelled, pointing to where Rick went down. He quickly killed the walker and helped Rick up.
Scrawny black guy killed the last walker and we waited for a moment. It seemed like we'd killed them all.
"It was coming at me, bro." Romeo said to Rick. I guess he was referring to him throwing a walker at our leader. Yeah, this guy was a complete douche bag. I was ready for him to die.
"Yeah, I get it. I get it. Shit happens." Rick said, eerily calm.
Romeo stood there, scanning his face. He obviously wasn't sure what our leader was planning. None of us knew for sure.
In one swift motion, Rick put his machete threw Romeo's head.
As he sank to the ground, scrawny screamed and attempted to go after Rick. I raised my bat, ready to take him out.
"I'd think twice about that if I were you!" I advised.
But he ignored me. He went right after our leader who kicked him in the chest, sending him flying to the ground.
"Easy now." Daryl told the guy.
He then took off running, and so did I. Before Rick could even speak I was already chasing the black guy down the corridors.
Rick followed while T and Daryl stayed behind.
I followed the guy to the boiler rooms, where he went out an emergency exit that led to a part of the courtyard our group hadn't touched yet. It was probably overrun with about fifty or more walkers.
Rick had caught up with me and we watched as the guy tried turning back.
"Shut the gate." He ordered. I nodded and locked the gate to get back in the building.
"Let me back in man! Let me back in!" He pleaded.
"You better run." Rick said coldly.
I saw the horror on the guys' face as he tried getting away from the hoard that were after him. He'd die there. That much was certain.
I shut the door, locking it in the process. "It's done. It was the right call." I told Rick.
He just nodded as we walked back to where the two other prisoners were.
"We didn't have nothing to do with that." The last black guy stated calmly. I seemed to buy his story so far. If he had been involved, he and the white guy would have tried to take us out already.
"You didn't know? You knew." Rick accused.
"Please, please listen to me! It was them that was bad. It wasn't us!"
"Oh that's convenient!" Rick snarled.
"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend." He said, nearing tears.
Then whitey turned to me. "Miss, you gotta see reason. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer."
I bit my lip, trying to think clearly. White guy was babbling so much I couldn't make heads or tales of anything else he was saying.
Rick then wheeled around to Oscar, the black guy. "What about you?" he asked.
Oscar seemed to stare right into Rick's eyes. "I ain't ever pleaded for my life. And I ain't about to start now." He said with thought. "So you do what you gotta do."
Rick just stood there, pointing the gun at the guy's head. Would he kill him? Honestly, I did believe their story. They didn't seem like killers.
Daryl slung open the door to cellblock B. Rick threw the white guy in and he stared in shock.
"Aw man. I-I knew these guys." He said quietly. "They were good men."
I looked at the guy with sympathy. I knew what he was going through. Most of my friends, before the world went to shit, had seen the inside of a jail cell. I considered most of them good people too. Hell, if the world hadn't ended, I'd probably be locked up too. Sometimes people just made mistakes.
Daryl glanced at me. I think he was thinking the same thing.
Rick then looked at us. "Let's go."
Oscar then spoke up. "You just gonna leave us in here? Man this is sick!"
"We're locking down this cellblock. From now on, this part of the prison's yours. Take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick said catatonically then he walked off.
"You think this is sick, you don't wanna know what's on the outside." Daryl said truthfully.
"Consider yourselves the lucky ones." Rick finished.
"Sorry bout your friends." Daryl said empathetically to the prisoners.
I gave them a bit of a sad smile. "Good luck."
I don't know why, but all this felt so solemn. I then looked to Daryl. He looked at me and took my hand, squeezing it gently.
Jamie's POV
I finally left my cell and stood watch with Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Beth, and Lori. They seemed a bit more hopeful now that we had the medical supplies.
Just then we heard the cellblock door open.
I looked and saw Rick and the others piling in. I took off running and waited for Clary and Daryl.
They walked in last, holding hands. Without thinking, I hugged both of them, beyond thankful that they both came back alive.
Clary smiled and hugged me back while Daryl ruffled my hair. "No excitement happen while we were gone?" He asked.
I shook my head, lying a little. "Nah, it was boring."
He chuckled a little. "Next time I go hunting, I'll take ya with me. Maybe you won't be so bored then."
I looked up at Clary who still had a hand around me. "That's between you two."
I then went with Clary to her spot on the perch while Daryl went to check on Hershel. Carl was still down there too.
"Clary, what happened? You look disgusting."
"Prisoners, walkers, basically shit hit the fan." She said, plopping down on her cot.
She then proceeded to tell me about everything that'd happened and asked how my day went. I bit my lip when I told her that nothing had happened, that I'd stayed in my cell most of the day. I hated lying to her. And lately I'd been doing that a lot. I'd been smoking, I lied about killing that walker on the farm last spring, and now I was lying about sneaking out of the cellblock and getting supplies.
She gave me another hug before grabbing her things to find a way to get a shower.
"I love you baby, you remember that." She said, kissing my forehead.
"I love you too." I said, hugging her.
I then walked back to my cell, plopped onto my cot, and proceeded to cry my eyes out.