The Killer Within
Ingrid was holding her tongue as the group continued with their cleaning project, hauling dead bodies to and fro. She continuously stole glances around the prison yard, trying to find the man she had decided she loved, but was taken aback when she saw Hershel and a group of assistants emerging from the prison. For a few moments, things started to look up as Hershel took a few tentative steps with his newly-amputated leg (not without help from crutches). Then everything turned to shit very quickly. All at once alarms were blaring and a herd of Walkers was descending upon the prison yard. Before she knew what was happening, Ingrid was running up the stairs with Beth, Hershel right behind them as he beat a Walker with one of his crutches. Still more capable of somehow shooting one of her own than the Walkers, Ingrid elected not to try and fight, as the others seemed to have them under control. She wasn't quite sure what was happening because her ears were covered, but she was pretty sure that what followed was chaos.
Felicia and Shane had ended up not making a daring escape just yet, partially because Andrea and Michonne hadn't left yet, either (they had reunited with one of their former companions and they were going to stick together, dammit!) and partially because Felicia hadn't had scrambled eggs in a long time.
Shane and Felicia were now wandering the town, Shane with an arm slung around her shoulders casually, but glaring. Merle had already made several comments about her ass and said something about not minding "beating that rug a few times"- whatever the hell that meant. But she supposed Shane was intimidating enough to keep the harassment to a minimum.
Michonne had more than once voiced misgivings, trying to communicate her suspicions about the Governor and his mission to the military base, but the two of them couldn't take anything for granted. Shane obviously had his doubts, but on the off chance that Woodbury really was the oasis it looked like, they needed to at least hang around, if only until Andrea wanted to leave. For now, this was all they could do.
Ingrid watched as the battered prison survivors emerged from the building, doing a mental tally of who was still there as each person emerged. Suspense gave way to grief when one of the groups confirmed the deaths of Carol and T-Dog, at which Ingrid, ears ringing, burst into tears. Staggering down the steps and waving off Beth's well-intentioned condolences, she sagged against the wall, sliding onto the ground and curling up into a ball. Daryl wordlessly sat down beside her, not moving to comfort her but not making it worse.
Maggie and Carl followed soon after, the former clutching a tiny, blanket-wrapped object that turned out to be a baby. That could only mean one thing. As the truth about Lori came out, now it was Rick's turn to have a meltdown. There was nothing to be done as the group collectively mourned its newest casualties.