It hasn't even been a day since the downfall of the prison, but it feels like it's been centuries.

It took me a solid hour to convince Kat to take us here. Understandably, I guess, she said that it was too dangerous, and we should go north, for whatever reason. But Isaac came to my defense, saying we could use the supplies. I think, though, that he wants to look for his dad.

I wish I still had hope of finding my dad.

Anyways, that's all in the past now, and now we're standing on the edge of the forest, staring at the ruin that is the prison. That crazy guy, The Governor, had a tank with him, and ran over the fences with it, leaving a giant hole in the fence, with walkers pouring in.

It all comes back to me in a flash.

I was inside my cell, reading with one of my friends, Carl, when we heard a giant BOOM, and the prison shook. We looked at each other, wondering what just happened. He told me he was going to go find his Dad, and swiftly walked out of my cell, but I heard him running once he was out of my sight. That was the last I saw of Carl that day.

All of the sudden, people were scrambling all over the place, going to get this or that, to see what was happening outside, gossiping. I wondered outside, and, down in the field right outside of the prison fences, saw this guy standing on a tank.

What.

I rushed into the courtyard, and pushed through the people, trying to get a better view. I saw some adults grab for the guns stockpiled in the carts next to the fence, and they started handing them out. I recognized Sasha, with her frizzy black hair, and Daryl, the hunter. They were both on the council. I didn't see Glenn, but he was sick, so he was inside. I didn't see Carol either, or Hershel.

I looked down at the guy on the tank again, with several other cars around him, and I saw two people kneeling on the ground infront of the tank. After squinting, I saw a black women with long brown hair, who looked vaugley familiar, and Hershel. What is this guy doing with Hershel?

"Alex! What's going on?!" I hear my younger brother, Connor ask as he runs up next to me, followed by my 14 year old sister, Ashley. They look confused. So does everyone else.

"I don't know, dude, but it looks pretty serious. Let's go inside. We can go to the library, Ash, and you can pick up some more books." I say, and start back for the prison.

"Hey, you kids. Come with me, we're going to the bus." A woman calls for us, and I turn around to see Glenn's wife, though I can't recall her name. Molly? Maggie? Macey?

"Why do we have to go to the bus, ma'am?" I ask, but she doesn't answer, and instead grabs my arm and pulls me along with her to the bus.

There's already a couple people inside, mostly old people and the sick. I spot Beth, who I had a crush on, but would never ever admit it, and sit down next to her. Connor and Ashley sit in the seat in front of us.

"Hey, what's going on?" I ask her. She checks to see if anyone is listening, and tells me everything-

"Alex?" Kat asks sharply, poking me hard in the shoulder.

"Huh, uh, what?" I say, clumsily.

"Did you like zone out or something? Show us how to get in here so we can get what we need and go. I don't want to be here a second longer than we need to be." She says sternly, and awaits my reply.

"Oh, yeah. Um, the back of the prison is destroyed. Like, there's entire chunks of wall missing and everything, and hardly any walkers over there since the fences were repaired. We should be able to sneak through there."

"And, uh, how do you know all of this?" Dave asks.

"My friend Carl showed me once. He was here way longer than I was."

I was expecting the inside to be destroyed, but it's remained almost completely untouched. Except for a giant hole high up in the wall by the courtyard, everything is right where it was when I left yesterday. When there were still people here.

"Damn, you guys had a sweet setup..how many people lived here?" Isaac asks, staring in awe.

"About 70, maybe more I guess." I say in a sad tone.

"Wait, you're telling me there are more cell blocks set up like this? Not just this one? Man, we could've really used this place." Isaac says again, and starts wondering around.

Yeah, and apparently The Governor really could have used this place, too, I think but don't say.

"Hey Alex, can we go to the library? PLEASE?" Ashley asks me, tugging on my arm. For somebody only a few months younger than me, she treats me like a parent. I guess I am the parent now, since both Mom and Dad are dead...

"Of course, Ash. Connor, you coming with us?"

"No, I wanna swing by my old cell, and pick up some stuff."

"Okay, we'll be back in a couple minutes. Stay within somebodies sight, okay? Promise me."

"I promise" Connor says with a sigh, and runs up the metal stairs to his cell that he shared with Ashley.

"Hold up. Where are you going?" Kat asks, coming out of one of the cells with some pillows and blankets.

"I'm taking my sister to the library. She loves to read." I say, and start to head out with Ash.

"Wait a minute, Alex, you just can't go wondering around here unprotected. What if something happens? We'll get to the library eventually."

I hate how she's talking about the prison as just another place to clean out for supplies. Even though that's why we're here, this was our home for a long time. Literally this time yesterday,

"Um, not to be disrespectful or anything, Kat, but I've lived here for the last couple months, I know this place better than any of you. So, I think i'll be just fine. It looks like none of the walkers got inside."

"Well, what if some did? I don't want to take any chances." She says quite sternly.

I'm getting annoyed now. "Kat, I get that you're worried, but I know this place like the back of my hand. I'll be just fine. I won't need any help, i've got this." I say, and pat the pistol strapped to my upper thigh. I found a gun holster in one of the tomb cells earlier.

"Take Dave with you." Kat says, and heads into another cell. I roll my eyes.

"Fine, c'mon then Dave, i'll give you a little tour since you're going along."I say, bitter, and walk out.

I'm not a little kid, Kat. I hope you know that. I've been watching over my brother and sister since before this all started, I think I can handle myself.

"I'm sorry about this place, kid. Must really suck to lose such a good place." Dave says sympathetically, and pats my shoulder.

"Thanks. This place means so much to me, you'd never understand." At least Dave understands, sort of, that this place is more than looting ground.

"Oh, I think i'd understand..." Dave says, his voice fading as he talks, as if reminiscing over an old memory. I'll ask him about it later.

Today might actually be a good day, I think.

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