AN: So I started reading "Divergent" yesterday. It is so awesome, and I honestly had to make myself take a break from reading so that I could write this for y'all. Reviews would make it worth it :)

Hershel was alive. Nobody could promise that he could stay that way, but Charlotte had done the best that she could to stop the bleeding and it had been pretty successful.

"I'm going to go check on things if you all want to keep an eye on him," Charlotte said to Maggie, Beth, and Glenn. She had yet to see Daryl, but she heard Rick's voice outside of the cell. She walked out and saw him talking to Carl. He handed his son his handcuffs and Carl went back into the cell.

"How is he?" Rick asked.

"I'm not really sure...I tried everything that I could," she replied. "I'm hoping he'll be okay..." she kept her voice low, so that Maggie and Beth wouldn't hear. She didn't want to give them any negativity. "Is Daryl okay?" she asked, changing the subject.

"He's fine, he's not in here 'cause there's still prisoners in here...Live ones."

"What? How?"

"They've been livin' in the cafeteria apparently. Shane's out there keepin' an eye on them with Daryl...we're gonna take 'em to clear out their own cell block."

"I wanna help," Charlotte said. She didn't like sitting back and doing nothing. Shane could stay here and she had done all she could with Hershel and she didn't want to be there if something went wrong. That had always been the most difficult part of being a nurse, loosing a patient and then having to see the family react.

"Why don't you stay here?"

"Why should I?"

"Look, these guys are prisoners," Rick said. "You're a woman, I don' see it endin' too well. Besides, Shane's comin'."

"Fine, but next time, I'm going and he's staying."

"I'll tell him you said so," Rick replied.

"Ya tol' me ya'd make it look good," Daryl said, walking into what was now his and Charlotte's room. She was putting things where she wanted him when he walked in.

"I did," she agreed. "What do you think?"
"'S nice, I like it."

"How did things go? Did you guy take care of things?"
Daryl nodded. "The two of 'em 're in D now."

"Two?"

"Were five...Walker got one. Other two tried to kill us..."

"What?" Charlotte asked in surprise.

"We took care a it," he said, seeing her worry. He hated to see that look on her face, she would knit her brow and look at him with this...this look in her eyes that he couldn't really explain. She just had a different look whenever somebody close to her was put in danger and she couldn't do anything about it.

"What if those two turn out to be like the others?" Charlotte asked. "I don't know if I can feel safe, knowing that..."

"'S taken care of. Those two prolly can't hurt a fly," Daryl said. He knew they couldn't the one with the mustache was kind of pathetic. It was the other two that were now dead that made Daryl uneasy. They seemed like the dangerous type.

"How can you be so sure?"

"I jus' am, Charlotte. Nothin's happened to ya or the kids so far, has it?" she shook her head. "Ya gotta trust our judgement...Rick an' Shane agreed."

The fact that all three of them agreed to let the prisoners live made her feel a little better. Those three didn't share the same views on pretty much anything. "Okay..." she said. "Let's get some sleep then...I'm sure we're gonna have a busy day tomorrow..." she didn't know why, but it seemed like the coming days would be very eventful.

They were trying to get the dead walkers burned and out of the way. It had been about a weeks since Hershel had lost the bottom half of his leg. It was nothing short of a miracle that he was alive.

Rick, Shane, Daryl, and Glenn were working to move the pile of dead walkers that the rest of the group had already dragged down there into the fire. Everybody else was in the court yard doing various things. Charlotte was speaking with Grace.

"I think I should go lie down...I'm tired..." Grace said softly.

"I'll walk you in there," Charlotte offered. "I think they'll be okay without me...It's not like I'm doing much anyway."

"You don't have to...You can if you want."

"I want to, Sweetie," Charlotte said. She and Grace began walking inside when a voice called them back.

"Charlotte, Grace," Patrick called. They waited for him to catch up and he began walking inside together. "Do you think you could help me with some shooting a little later? Maybe Naomi too?" he asked Charlotte.

"Uh, sure," she said. "That should be a problem..." She forgot that he wasn't the best shot, especially since the first time that they met he had greeted them with a shot gun.

"Thanks," he replied. "Naomi really should carry a gun...since almost all the other kids do..."

"I agree," Charlotte replied. They continued on into the cell block and Grace led the way to her cell on the second floor.

Grace reached out and put her hand on her cell door. She went to open it but this awful wailing caught their attention. Charlotte whipped around and pulled out her gun, not having a clue where the sirens could be coming from. She looked over the railing and saw walkers...inside the prison!

"Go, get in the cell, now," Charlotte commanded Patrick and Grace. Walkers were like cockroaches, when you saw one, ten more would be lurking around the corner. Her theory was that if they got in there now, quietly and kept the sliding door closed, they would be okay. She could only hope that her theory would be okay was correct, otherwise they would die today.

All hell broke loose outside. The walkers came in like a flood. It was like the dam had broken and now they had to fight their way through and not die.

Rick, Shane, Daryl, and Glenn were far away from the rest of the rest of the group when the dam broke. They ran as fast as they could to get back and do something...anything to help.

Once they finally got to the group, they were each scanning the group for their families. They all cared about the rest of the group, but their families would always come first, it was just human nature.

Shane and Daryl shared a look when they didn't see Charlotte or Grace. Aidan and Naomi ran over to the two older men. "I don't know where mom and Grace are! They were here before!" Though Charlotte had simply walked Grace to go take a nap, she didn't tell anybody and Aidan hadn't known that she left because he was busy playing with the other children.

"Patrick's gone too," Naomi said.

"We'll find 'em," Shane said confidently. He was looking for Nora, Suri, and Joey still. He saw them with Beth and Hershel, climbing the stairs to go behind a fenced in area. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they were at least safe.

"Be quiet," Charlotte warned. She pulled her knees up to her chest and sat against the wall. She was sure that the walkers could smell them, if they tried, but they were on the second level and the walkers wouldn't have much of a reason to come up there.

"I just heard the door down there open..." Grace whispered lowly. Charlotte held her finger to her lips. She knew how dangerous it would be to see how it had opened. As much as she hated it, she couldn't make anybody else her priority. Grace was pregnant and she didn't want to risk the safety of Patrick or her daughter. She could only hope that whoever had opened the cell door would be okay. She hoped that the rest of group would be okay...

AN: It's short again. Sorry. As I said before, I'm reading "Divergent" and I really, really, really want to get back to it! But, I felt the need to update today so I did...Please review!