APOV
Daryl came up beside, aiming his crossbow, "Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are you?" One of them replied.
"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick stated. "Come around here. Put the pressure on his knee, hard!"
"Why don't you come on out of there. Slow and steady." Daryl ordered.
"What happened to him?" The first man asked.
"He got bit." I answered.
"Bit?" The Latino man took out his gun and T-Dog took out his.
"Whoa, whoa, easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl said.
"You have medical supplies?" Glenn asked as he went into the room where the inmates were previously.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" The Latino man asked. "Who the hell are you people anyways?"
"Don't look like no rescue team." The blonde said.
"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." Rick replied. "Come on, we gotta go."
Glenn brought out a metal table and him, Rick, and Maggie put Hershel on there.
"Holy jesus!" The blonde exclaimed before covering his eyes.
"T, Alexa, the door." Rick ordered.
"Are you crazy, don't open that!" A smaller dude exclaimed.
"We got this!" Rick exclaimed and I helped T-Dog with the walkers before we left.
RPOV
"Open the door! It's Hershel!" I heard Rick yell.
I quickly took the keys from Carl and opened the door as Rick, Maggie, and Glenn wheeled a one-legged Hershel in. Carl and I stood in the doorway as the put Hershel onto a bed.
"I need bandages." Carol said.
"We used everything we had." Glenn replied.
"Well, get more. Anything."
"Carl, Riley, go get the towels from the back, right next to my bed." Lori said.
We ran into Carol and Lori's room and grabbed the towels and rushed back.
"We need to just keep it dressed and let it heal on its own." Carol said.
I stepped out of the room, "Carl."
"What?" He asked.
"We need bandages." I told him.
"No kidding." Carl replied.
"The infirmary. They have to have loads of stuff in there. We've got the keys, we should go get it." I said.
He nodded, "We'll go in a bit. Dad's going out there again. Let's wait."
APOV
Daryl and I stood outside the cell block, waiting for the prisoners to arrive.
"That's far enough." I said once they stepped inside.
"Cell block C, cell 4, that's mine, chica. Let me in and I'll let you join me." The Latino replied.
"Today's you're lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go." Daryl said.
"What you got going on in there?"
"None of your damn business." I answered.
"Oh, I like them feisty."
"Shut your damn mouth!" Daryl yelled at him.
The Latino took out his gun again and Daryl walked closer to him, still aiming his crossbow.
"Chill, man. The dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why are we still in here?" The giant man said.
"The man's got a point." Daryl replied.
"Yeah, and I got to check on my old lady." Another said.
"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." The Latino said.
"Why don't you go find out?" I asked.
"Maybe we'll just be going now." The blonde cut in.
"Hey, we ain't leaving!"
"You ain't coming in either." T-Dog said, walking into the room with his gun raised.
"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please." The Latino said.
We began arguing with the Latino guy and Rick came in.
"Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this." Rick said.
"How many of you are in there?" The Latino asked.
"Too many for you to handle." Rick answered.
"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you guys take him to a hospital?"
"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" Rick asked.
"Going on like 10 months." The Latino answered.
"A riot broke out." The giant man said, "Never seen anything like it."
"Attica on speed, man."
"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life?" The short man asked. "Crazy."
"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us to sit tight, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back." The Latino said.
"Yeah, and that was 292 days ago." The taller black man continued.
"94 according to my calcula-"
"Shut up!"
"We were thinking that the Army or National Guard should be showing up any day now."
"There is no Army." Rick said.
"What do you mean?" The Latino asked.
"There's no government, no hospitals, no police. It's all gone." Rick said.
"For real?" The blonde asked and Rick nodded.
"What about my moms?"
"My kids? My old lady? Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?" The tall black man asked.
"You just don't get it, do you?" I asked, "No phones, no computers. As far as we can see, half the population has been wiped out, probably more."
"Ain't no way." The Latino replied.
"See for yourself." Rick responded, pointing towards the door.
The five of them walked outside and we followed.
"Damn, the sun feels good."
"Good Lord, they're all dead."
"Never thought I'd be so happy to see these fences."
"You never said, how the hell did you get in here in the first place?" Andrew asked.
"Cut a hole in the fence over there by that guard tower." Daryl answered, pointing towards the tower.
"That easy, huh?"
"Where there's a will, there's a way." I told him.
"Easy for you to say."
"So what is this, like a disease?" Big Tiny asked.
"Yeah, and we're all infected." Rick answered.
"What do you mean infected?" Axel questioned. "Like AIDS or somethin'?"
"If I was to kill you, shoot an arrow in your chest, you'd come back as one of these things." Daryl told him. "It's gonna happen to all of us."
"Ain't no way these Robin Hood cats are responsible for killing all of these freaks." Tomas stated.
"Must be 50 bodies out here."
"Where'd you come from?" Tomas asked Rick.
"Atlanta." He answered.
"Where are you headed?"
"For now, nowhere." Rick answered.
