Despite his distrust of new survivors, Rick had a new problem as of now.
"Everyone, grab Dale! We have to carry him back!" Rick ordered.
Daryl ran to help Rick while Glenn and T-Dog were preoccupied with other things. Glenn just stood there, observing Dale's amputated leg in shock. T-Dog was focusing on the other survivors, staring at them with could have been malevolence.
"Glenn, T, we need your help, now!" Rick yelled.
Glenn shook out of his shock and ran to assist Rick and Daryl. T-Dog kept his pistol trained on the other survivors. Glenn, Rick, and Daryl carried Rick out of the room and T-Dog slowly backed away from the prisoners.
"Stay here, we'll deal with you later." T-Dog said, running after the group.
Carl had his weapon trained at the cell door, along with Hershel.
"What the hell was that?!" Lori yelled, holding her belly.
Hershel turned to Lori. "Keep calm, control your breathing. Beth, help calm her down please."
Beth walked up to Lori. "Come on, let's sit down, ok?"
Hershel and Carl heard rapid footsteps. Carl immediately pointed his pistol towards the footsteps. Hershel was a little slower. He didn't aim his pistol; instead, he looked through the cell door and saw Rick.
"Hurry, get him in here, quickly!" He heard Rick yell.
Hershel instinctively opened the cell door and the group came piling inside. Lori gasped in shock as she saw Dale, unconscious but alive.
"Hershel! We need your help!" Glenn yelled.
Hershel observed the wound. "Okay, we need to clean the wound. Maggie, grab some towels. I saw some in the cafeteria back there." Hershel said, pointing.
Maggie shook her head and ran quickly. Hershel turned to Rick.
"When she gets back, I need you to place pressure on the wound. If we do that, It will stop the bleeding after a while."
Rick nodded. "Okay, whatever you say."
Maggie ran into the room, carrying white towels. "Here, dad."
Hershel handed a towel to Rick, who immediately placed it on Dale's injury.
"We need to find a comfortable place for him."
"The cell beds." Rick said, quickly.
"Help me move him." Hershel said, grabbing Dale's arms.
Rick and Daryl assisted Hershel in placing Dale on a cell bed.
"Rick, keep pressure on the wound."
Rick nodded and continued to apply pressure. Hershel observed Dale, whose breathing was beginning to become labored. Hershel stared at Dale's chest, trying to see how slow he was breathing.
The cell door opened and T-Dog turned around to recognize the prisoners. He pointed his pistol at them. Daryl noticed them as well and pointed his crossbow. One of the prisoners pulled out a small revolver and pointed it at T-Dog.
"I don't think so, you want to die?" Daryl said, his crossbow fixed on the man.
Rick heard the commotion and looked at Hershel.
"Go, Rick."
Rick nodded and ran out into the cell block to see the prisoners. He pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the man pointing his own revolver.
"What are you doing here?" Rick said, staying away.
"We saw what you did to that old dude. We just wanted to help." A man with a goatee responded.
"Shut up, Axel. That's not why we're here." The man with the revolver barked.
"What's your name?" Rick said, concerned.
"Tomas. I'm the one in charge."
"See, that's not true. At least, not anymore. I'm in charge here, so go back to wherever you came from." Rick said, trying to push them back into the tombs.
"No, we can't go back there. I'm leavin' this place. If I have the chance to get out with my life, I'll take it."
Rick thought for a moment. "Fine, you can leave. You can all leave."
Tomas smiled. "I want to take some food with me and Andrew."
"Andrew?"
Tomas pointed an African-American man, "That guy."
"Yeah, that sounds fine. I'll come with you."
"No, I'll pack it myself. I don't need your help."
"See, I can't risk you taking all of that food."
"Why not? It shouldn't matter."
"Well, it does for my group."
"Why do you have a group here, anyway?"
Rick grew irritated. "You know what, fine. Grab your shit and leave."
Tomas eyed Rick, but turned around with Andrew close behind him. Rick turned to face the other prisoners.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Go!" Rick yelled.
"See, I'm not as stupid as I look. I know there's a problem." Axel said, his arms crossed.
"Yeah, I'm with him. You guys look like shit. We have plenty of food if you need it." The other black man said.
"And who are you?"
"Oscar, oh, and this is Big Tiny." Oscar said, patting Big Tiny's back.
"I don't care, I just want you guys out of here."
"Please tell us what's going on. We've been locked in there for over a year. I lost count. I know there's somethin' wrong."
Rick sighed. "Okay, if you really want to know, there's an apocalypse out there. The dead have risen to eat the flesh of the living. Quite frankly, it's hard to trust strangers."
"Look, you can trust us. Yes, we were prisoners, but that doesn't mean we're bad people now."
"I'm sorry, I can't take the risk."
Tomas and Andrew entered the room. Their eyes were wide open.
"What the hell did you just tell them?" Tomas asked, with anger rising.
"You heard me."
Tomas dropped his bag of food and pointed his revolver at Rick. T-Dog and Daryl had their weapons trained on Tomas.
"You really want to kill me?" Rick said, trying not to act scared.
"No, not you." Tomas said, his eyes pointing towards the pregnant woman.
As Tomas was distracted, Rick quickly realized what he meant. He charged Tomas to the ground and a fight began to ensue. Rick pushed the revolver away, but in the process, his revolver was pushed away. T-Dog and Daryl knew they couldn't do anything. Rick began to beat Tomas into submission.
"Hey, Hey, that's enough!" Axel yelled. "Do something, Big Tiny!"
"Big Tiny, grab that asshole. Get him off of Tomas!" Andrew yelled.
Instead of grabbing Rick, Big Tiny grabbed Tomas and quickly pushed him away from Rick. Tomas hit his head on the wall and fell to the ground, unconscious. Rick looked at Andrew, who instinctively ran away. Rick picked up his revolver and began to pursue Andrew into the tombs, despite the pleas from his wife, as well as T-Dog. Andrew exited a door that led to the courtyard, but it was closed in, with walkers scattered about. Andrew tried to run back in, but Rick locked the door. He turned his head away when he heard Andrew screaming. I'm not a monster. Rick walked back to the cell block to see the group staring at him.
"What's done is done." Rick said, with a look of malice.
