ICh. 10

Sam grinned to himself as he and T-Dog hauled half of the food stuffs back to the cells.

"Foods has arrived!" Sam said, eyes the cans and packages excitedly.

"What did you get?" Carl excitedly asked.

"Canned meat, canned vegetables, Canned Cans!" T-Dog said as he tossed can to Carl.

"Any crackers?!" Sophia was practically pulling Sam down to her level so she could see what was inside of the box he was carrying.

"I think there might have been one or two!" He handed her a small packet and she ran off.

They set them down and T-Dog began organizing them while Sam walked over to where Hershel had been put to recover. He felt his palms moisten and his throat suddenly went dry. He turned the corner and saw Beth, Lori, Carol, and Maggie sitting by Hershel's
/bedside.

The man himself was so pale, his breathing sounded shallow and spaced too far apart.

He knocked on the cell bars and the four girls looked up at him. Beth flashed him a weak teary eyed smiled before she looked back at her father.

"Any change?" He asked softly, sensing the need to whisper even though it made no sense to him.

Lori and Carol shoot their heads and Sam closed his eyes. "Anything I can do?"

They shook their heads once more and Sam nodded.

Beth looked up at him again and smiled softly. He motioned for her to meet him outside the cell before he walked out.

He walked over to the metal stairs that led to the second level and sat down, waiting for Beth.

She exited the cell and walked over to him slowly. He could see her eyes were red, and her hand had a slight tremor to it. She took a seat next to him and he could hear her sniffling.

"I'm sorry," he told her. "I promised you that your dad and I would come back safe."

She gave him a confused look and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Do you think I blame you?"

"Well… no. I just felt guilty, I broke my promise, and well, I just keep thinking that maybe if I had been looking out for him a bit more then he wouldn't have let his damn leg," she sighed and grabbed his hand before leaning on his shoulder.

"It was not your fault Samuel Conall. Daddy went in there knowing what could happen, you all did," she turned his head and looked him in the eye. "He's gonna be fine. You hear me? Maggie told me that it was you that told Rick what needed to be done. You
/saved my daddy's life."

Sam hugged her and the two of them sat there on the stairs. Holding each other at the end of the world.

The sound of a whetstone against a machete was a pleasant noise to Sam. It reminded him of when he and his brother would go fishing. Sam would sit on the shore with his pole in the water while his brother would sharpen his knife so they could gut it.

Pleasant memories from a dead world.

Daryl and T-Dog brought the prisoners just outside our cell block to prepare for the next cell block clear out. The group had put several weapons that, while decent at taking out walkers, would be hard to use on them should the prisoners get any ideas.

"Sam, over here," Sam followed Rick over to a corner where he began telling him in hushed tones, "If they try anything- "

"I'll kill 'em," he told the former sheriff. "I don't care. You're not the only one trying to protect people Rick. Those people in there. They're like family to me. If they try anything, I'll put a bullet in each one of them myself."

Sam and Rick walked back and Sam could see Rick send a discreet nod to Daryl.

The prisoners looked over the weapons, but Tomas looked to Rick as he picked up a crowbar. "Why do I need this, when I've got this" he said cockily, pulling out his gun from his pants.

"You don't fire guns, not unless your back's up against a wall," Daryl grunted at Tomas. "Noise attracts 'em, really riles 'em up."

"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with T-Dog. I'll bring up the rear with you," Rick pointed at Sam who immediately saw the soundness in the plan. The inmates get any ideas they have nowhere to go. "Stay tight, hold formation. No matter how
/close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down. Anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe to the head."

"And that's where you aim. These things only go down with a head shot." Daryl informed them.

Tomas laughed and spun his weapon in his hand. "Ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man."

"And here I was wondering what you were doing here?" Sam said sarcastically. "Don' Fuck it up. You get one chance inmate, one chance to swing right then you're dead."

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they moved through the tombs of cell block D.

"Gotta hold it up high, out in front of you." Daryl told the inmates, whose weapons were being held low to the ground. "You're gonna hear 'em before you see 'em."

They crept down the hallway slowly and quietly. There were a few snarls and groans from the front of the column.

"It's comin'!" the inmate known as Axel shouted as the rest of them raised their weapons.

They quickly shushed him just as two walkers emerged from around the corner.

Daryl raised three fingers and slowly began lowering them. As his first finger lowered the inmates rushed the walkers, screaming profanities and yelling their battle cries.

Sam was surprised that they even managed to get one onto the ground, but groaned in frustration as they began kicking it in the torso. Big Tiny had one in his arms as Axel was shanking it in the stomach.

"Oh, that is jus'... pitiful," Sam said as he observed the scene in front of him. He wasn't sure if he would be glad that they were this incompetent or horrified.

Eventually the group stepped in and dealt with the Walkers. Tomas and Andrew claimed that they had it handed while Rick just glared at them and ordered them to move.

They went around another corner where more Walkers were lurking. Daryl lifted up his crossbow, aiming at the nearest one and released an arrow into its head. "It's gotta be the brain. Not the stomach, no the heart - the brain"

A walker was nearly on them, but Oscar brought down his crowbar and smashed its head open. Axel got another one by stabbing it in the face.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap!" Rick shouted at them.

The Walkers began coming out of nowhere, but with the added manpower the group was taking them down quickly and efficiently. When the Walkers were all dead, the group noticed that Big Tiny wasn't behind them. They spread out and began looking and found
/him around a corner fighting two Walkers and Rick quickly took one down, but had to duck after Tomas shot three bullets into the other, nearly taking Rick down.

Sam Reached for his pistol but Daryl grabbed his hand and shook his head.

Big Tiny was touching his arm and when he pulled it back, blood dripped from his hand. Rick got him to move his jumpsuit to take a look. The scratch was about the size of a person's palm that enveloped the man's shoulder blade.

"I'm telling you, I don't feel anything. It's just a scratch," Big Tiny defended himself.

"I'm sorry, man," Rick apologized, his hand resting on his holster.

"I can keep fighting!" Big Tiny began to panic.

"You cut that old guy's leg off to save his life," Andrew suggested desperately.

"Look at where the bite is!" Daryl told the shorter man.

"Guys, I'm fine! I'm fine!" He told Rick. "Look at me, I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something we can do. We could just lock him up," Oscar said, they seemed to want to try anything, grabbing ay shred of hope there was that Big Tiny could live.

"Quarantine him!" Axel suggested.

"Why you just standing there? You gotta save him!" Andrew yelled.

"There's nothing we can do," Rick's voice was low and sharp.

"You son of a bitch!" Andrew spat.

"I'm alri-" Big Tiny was cut off by a whack to the head. When he hit the floor, Tomas stood over him and started swinging his blunted weapon into Big Tiny's head over and over. Blood splashed up covering Tomas in the crimson fluid and up the wall behind
/him.

They entered the laundry room, which appeared to be abandoned and spared most of the prisons downfall, and Tomas was already waiting by the second door. The doors might have been thick, but it couldn't block out the noise of all the bangs and groans on
/the other side.

Daryl threw the keys at Tomas's feet, and he stared at Daryl. "I ain't openin' that!"

"Yes, you are. Because you want this cell block," Rick explained to him, a grim smile on his face. "You're gonna open that door, just the one. Not both of them, because we need to control this."

Tomas sighed and picked up the keys. Sam saw the look he shared with Andrew and felt his stomach drop. He knew that this plan would come to blows eventually but now? Right at that moment? Wrong fucking timing.

Tomas struggled for a moment and then turned to the group., "You bitches ready?" then both doors swung open and the walkers poured in.

"I said one door!" Rick yelled at him.

"Shit happens!" He yelled back before taking down a walker.

Sam brought down his machete and took a few steps back as the Walkers began swarming the room. Sam's vision narrowed and he swung again, hacking off the head of another Walker before he turned his attention to another. Over and over he swung his blade,
/the smell of rotting corpses and blood ran rich in the air and the small room would carry the scent for a long time.

When the last of the Walkers were dealt with Sam turned and saw that the others were cleaning up. But his hand went for his gun when he saw Tomas take a swing at Rick. He then pushed a Walker onto him, and Rick fell to the ground.

Sam dashed forward, machete in one hand, pistol in the other, and hacked the head off of the Walker trapping Rick on the ground. Rick got up and squared up to Tomas a little.

Tomas shrugged his shoulders "It was comin' at me, bro."

"Yeah, I get it," Rick laughed once sarcastically before his face became stone. "Shit happens."

Sam looked over the inmates and after a quick calculation decided that if things went as he knew they were he would aim at Oscar. He was big, armed and probably one of the smartest of the four inmates.

There twitch in Rick's arm and Sam aimed his gun at Oscar just as Rick's machete landed in Tomas's head, causing his lifeless body to collapse to the floor.

"No!" Andrew screamed as he swung his baseball bat at Rick who just sent the man sprawling on the floor with little effort.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened. Tell him, Oscar!" Axel begged.

Oscar shook his head. "Stop talking, man."

Axel bowed his head and began to quietly cry.

The group didn't move until Rick returned. He went over to Oscar, pulling out his gun and resting it between Oscar's eyes. "Look, we didn't have anything to do with that." Oscar's voice was calm and collected.

"You didn't know? You knew." Rick accused. "Daryl, Sam let's end this now!" Rick yelled as he pointed his gun at Axel's head.

Axel began to panic. "Sir, please listen to me! It was them that was bad. It wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient." Rick growled.

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm not killer. Oscar here, he's a B&E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please I swear to God! I
/wanna live!" He begged as he cried.

Rick turned back to Oscar, who didn't flinch at the gun being pointed between his eyes. "What about you?"

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I ain't about to start now. So, you do what you gotta do." Oscar didn't take his eyes off the gun.

"Sam?"

Sam looked down at the inmates and analyzed them. When he had been… a raider, was the best word, he had to become a good judge of people. Which were likely to fight back, which would surrender without a fight. And which would beg. He needed to learn the
/difference between fake begging and actual begging. And Axel was, without a doubt actually begging. And when people like him began speaking when a gun was to their heads, it was always the truth.

"Let 'em go," he said, holstering his gun. "He's telling the truth."

Rick stared at him for a moment, and then his arm fell to his side. He signaled for the group to get them back to their feet, Daryl had Oscar and T-Dog grabbed Axel by the arm.

There were no encounters with walkers on the rest of the walk to cell block B. The main housing area had bodies zipped tied behind their backs and neat holes going through their heads.

"I knew these guys," Axel said as he looked down the line of bodies, horrified. "They were good men."

"Let's go." Rick began to leave.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here? Man, this is sick." Oscar frowned at Rick.

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours. Take it or leave it. That was the deal."

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl told them.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"A word of advice - take those bodies outside and burn them." T-Dog advised. Then they left, closing the door behind them.

When they got back to the cell block, Carl and Glenn were standing outside Hershel's cell.

"Hershel stopped breathing. Mom saved him," Carl reported to his father.

"It's true," Glenn confirmed.

Rick entered and Sam followed. He stood next to Beth and put his hand on her shoulder. She who gave him a quick smile before turning her attention back to her father.

Sam looked down at Hershel, his breathing was still ragged and slow and his face was pale. There was a gurgling noise and the air that passed from Hershel's lips sounded as his there were words.

Maggie shot right to his side and waited, but nothing came and everyone slumped. All of a sudden, his eyes slowly flickered open. "Daddy?" Maggie was crying.

"Daddy!" Beth smiled and went to his side. Rick undid the handcuffs and Hershel's Rick arm fell.

Hershel's eyes were searching, and when they found what they were looking for, he reached his right hand out. Rick grabbed it and he knelt down to his side. Beth and Maggie were crying and holding on to each other.

Sam went to Hershel who looked at him and nodded. "Glad you're back old man," Sam whispered to him, "Wouldn' have been the same without you."

"Okay, let's get the other car in. We'll park 'em in the west entry of the yard" Rick was giving out orders as most of the group entered the outer yard. They had begun bringing the cars in and moving corpses so they could be burned. "After that, we need
/to load up these corpses so we can burn 'em"

"Let me guess, T-Dog and I are on the movin' the Walker corpse job?" Sam asked sarcastically.

T-Dog actually laughed at that. "Gonna be a long day"

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help," Carol asked.

"Up in the guard tower," Daryl said as he pointed to the Northern Guard Tower.

"Guard tower? They were just up there last night," they all smiled a bit, even Rick cracked a grin.

Daryl cupped his mouth. "Glenn! Maggie!"

Sam could see shadows in the tinted glass and smiled as he saw the figure that he had guessed was Glenn struggling to pull on his pants. Glenn popped his head out, still shirtless and having a bit of trouble buttoning his jeans.

"Hey, what's up, guys?" He said a bit awkwardly, hoping that no one would comment on what he and Maggie had done the night before.

"You comin'?" Daryl shouted back up to him while the rest of the group began snickering amongst themselves.

"Yeah, we'll be right down," he went back inside to get dressed, red faced and awkward as can be.

"You know, I'm surprised. I mean we've been on the road together for months and this is the first time we've caught them," Sam said as he adjusted a hat he had found in the cell black. Though he had only put it on after thorough boiling and disinfection,
/lice was the last thing he needed.

"I'm surprised we haven't caught you and blondie," Daryl said causing the rest of the group to laugh and Sam to get red faced.

"We actually haven'… wait no! Why am I tellin' you this?!"

" 'Cause you're a dumbass," well Sam couldn't fault Daryl for that one.

"Hey, Rick" T-Dog called behind them.

They turned and looked to where T-Dog was looking, Axel and Oscar were at the gate watching them. As if a switch had been thrown Rick immediately stopped smiling and the group began making their way to the fence.

"That's close enough," Rick warned them, his hand drifting towards his gun. "We had an agreement"

"Please, mister. We know that. We made a deal." Axel squinted in the sunlight, nervously crossing his arms. "But you gotta understand. We can't live in that place another minute, you follow me? All the bodies. People we knew. Blood, brains everywhere.
/There's ghosts!"

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl sounded fed up.

"You should be burning them." T-Dog told them.

"We tried, we did!" Axel tried explaining.

"The fence is down the far side of the prison. Every time we dragged a body out, those things just lined up," Oscar added. "So, we lump in a body and then just run back inside."

"Look, we had nothin' to do with Thomas and Andrew, nothin'! You tryin' to prove a point? You proved it, bro! We'll do whatever it takes to be a part of your group, just please, please, don't make us live in that place!" Axel sounded desperate and the
/fact that Oscar was letting him speak said that he was filled with the same desperation.

"Our deal is not negotiable." Rick explained harshly. "You either live in your cell block, or you leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time," Oscar told Axel before turning his attention back to Rick. "They ain't no different from the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends' corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw 'em out, like-"
/he stopped himself and sighed. "These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in the joint, like Thomas and Andrew. We've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I ain't gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe
/me, we've paid our due. Enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

They both stared at each other and then Rick looked behind him at Daryl, who shook his head.

"Are you serious? You want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waitin' for a chance to grab our weapons," Rick told T-Dog who was dead set on letting the convicts stay. "You want to go back to sleepin' with one eye open?"

"I never stopped." T-Dog told him. "Bring them into the fold."

"If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves," Sam told him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn worried.

"He's harmless. He couldn't defend himself let alone orchestrate our murders. Oscar, he's smart though. But he's smart enough to know that there's strength in numbers in this New World."

"After all we've been through? We fought so hard for all of this, what if they decide to take it? It's just been us for so long," Carol said, worried that she or her daughter could be sent out onto the road.

"I get it, guys, but I know how to read people. Let's be honest, if these guys wanted to kill us they would have attacked. They know the prison better than us, setting up an ambush would have been easy for them," Sam pointed out.

"I don't- it feels weird all of a sudden to have these people around," It was Maggie's turn to disagree.

"You all let me in," Sam told her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a lost little girl, not a murderer."

"You realize that I was a murderer, right? You guys could have treated me like you are them, but you didn'!"

"Yeah but you proved you could be trusted," Glenn added.

"Then let them do the same."

"They're convicts, bottom line," Rick said, his mind already made.

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands than we do," T-Dog frowned.

"Oh, I'm sure of it," Sam muttered.

"I get guys like this, hell I grew up with 'em. They're degenerates, but they ain't psychos. I could have been with them just as easy as I'm out here with you, guys," Daryl told us.

"So, are you with us?" T-Dog asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road, just like we did."

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Wanted for stabbin' his girlfriend. The kid blubbered like a baby durin' the interrogation, durin' the trial- suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and 2 weeks later shot another girl.
/We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands," They all walked away after that, their minds made up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard, point them facing out. They'll be out-of-the-way but ready to go if we ever need to bail," Rick barked his orders, handing the keys to Glenn.

Sam and T-Dog had already rounded up several bodies and placed them in a pile and were now working on clearing the ones from the upper yard.

Rick called after Sam and T-Dog. "We'll get the prisoners, a week's worth of supplies for the road."

"It might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice."

"Not really." Sam muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"Hey!" Rick snapped. "Whose blood would you rather have on your hands? Maggie's, Glenn's, Beth's? Or theirs?"

"If only there was a way that they could stay." Sam said before making his way into the cell block.

T-Dog had told him before they had made it up to the yard to get them both water so they weren't passing out.

Hershel was up on his feet, or foot, holding his crutches with Lori and Beth at either side. "Well I'll be damned! Looks like Hershel might make it after all!" Sam grinned at the sight of Hershel hobbling along.

"It'll take more than a Walker's bite to get me." Hershel boasted.

"Hershel, I think it would take an entire army of Walkers and them some to take you down," Sam laughed.

"And don't you forget it. In fact, make sure that Glenn doesn't either."

"Yes sir."

They made their way to the yard, careful with each step, making sure that Hershel didn't fall while getting used to the crutches.

"Take your time, daddy," Beth told him as he began speeding up on level ground.

"Yes sweetheart," He told her, slowing down a bit. "You cleared all those bodies out?"

"Yeah, T-Dog and I dumped 'em out in the yard," Sam told him, "We're gonna burn them right now, so maybe you should head inside, the smell tends to turn stomachs."

"It's starting to look like a place we can really live in," he admired the view as they walked, slowly, towards the yard.

Daryl, Glenn and Rick were down by the tear in the fence bringing in firewood before they all stopped and watched as Hershel began walking.

"All right, Hershel!" Glenn cheered across the prison, but then fell silent when Daryl told him something.

"You're doin' great, daddy" Beth smiled.

"You ready to race, Hershel?" Carl asked him.

"You give me another day, I'll take you on."

Sam smiled and slowed down so he could walk beside Beth. "He's doin' great."

She smiled and wrapped her hand around his. "Well hopefully he gets used to it. Though he was complaining that the crutches hurt his arms."

"I'll keep an eye out for a wheelchair next time we're out on a run," Sam told her and she gave him a grateful smile. "Who knows, it could be pretty badass too. Put a machine gun on there, a few spikes on the wheels, Hell I might want to lose a leg soI
could use it."

Beth swatted his chest. "Don't joke like that."

Sam shrugged and kissed her. "Never."

"Walkers!" Carl screamed and Sam immediately spun around putting Beth behind him. He drew his pistol and began shooting the Walkers as they appeared. The Walkers advance was getting close to them so Maggie, Carl, and Lori went back into the cell blockjust
as walkers swarmed the cage that led to C block.

"Get to the cage that leads to D-block!" Sam told them as he fired into another Walker.

Beth and Hershel led to the small cage under the deafening sound of all of the gunfire. Sam's ear drums were ringing and with each pull of the trigger they began to ring louder and louder.

Sam turned and checked to see if Beth and Hershel had made it to the cage but as they got to the steps, a Walker came behind Hershel and tried to bite on his leg. Sam aimed and pulled the trigger, but the click of the gun instead of the bang told himthat
it was empty.

"Fuck!" Sam drew his machete and charged the Walker. Hershel had pushed it back with his crutches but the angle with which he was pushing it back at was an awkward one and he obviously didn't have much fight left. Sam raised his machete and brought itdown
quickly burying the blade into the Walker's head splitting it open. "Go!"

They quickly entered the cage and Sam turnback to the oncoming mass of Walkers and fired just as the speakers around the prison began ringing over and over.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Sam looked back to Beth ad Hershel. "You two! Stay in that cage!"

Sam ran to where the Walkers were the thickest and began firing into their heads. He spotted Carol and Sophia trying to get away from a group of Walkers while T-Dog was busy trying to close the fence that they Walkers were pouring in through.

"Carol! Sophia!" Sam shouted as he aimed for the Walkers around them.

"Sammy! Help!" Sophia begged. Carol had pulled out her gun and began shooting at the incoming Walkers with pinpoint accuracy.

Sam ran to them and hacked off a Walkers head before he grabbed Sophia. "Follow me!" He shouted at Carol as the threeof them began to run towards the cage.

"Wait!" Carol said. Sam stopped briefly to see her running towards T-Dog who was bleeding badly from his shoulder. A few Walkers cut them off and Carol shouted for Sam to get Sophia to safety before she and T-Dog ran into the prison.

Sam got Sophia into the cage just as Rick, Daryl, and Glenn showed up with the convicts in tow and began shooting out the speakers and Walkers.

"What the hell happened?!" Rick screamed up at us over the noise.

"The gate was open!" Beth called down to him.

"Where's Lori, Carl, everyone else?!"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into the C block!" Hershel shouted.

"T got bit, he took Carol inside," Samtold him.

"Anyone else?"

"No!" Sam came out of the cage. "We need to shut those sirens off, or the walkers are gonna tear those fences down."

"It has to be the backup generators," Oscar explained.

"Any idea on how to turn 'em off?!" Rick demanded.

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. They had shut them all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the main gates electronically with full power?"

"I only worked in there a few days, I guess it might be possible."

Rick grabbed Oscar by his collar "Come with us!" and then they began sprinting into the prison.

They entered the cell block that they had been living in and found that the back cell door had been opened for Walkers. They quickly dispatched them and began searching for any sign of Lori, Maggie, and Carl.

"There's no sign of Lori or any of them," Rick panicked.

"They must have been pushed back into the prison," Glenn told him.

"Somebody is playin' games!" Rick yelled. "We'll split up and look for the others, whoever gets to the generators first, shut 'em down!"

Glenn, Axel, and Daryl went off together while Sam, Rick, and Oscar went off in a different direction.

They navigated the maze of the C-Block tombs killing Walkers until they eventually made it to the generator room. There were a few Walkers behind them so Sam was forced to hold the door.

"How do you shut these down?!" Sam heard Rick yell.

"I got it!" He heard Oscar yell a second after.

Sam's feet began struggling and sliding as he held the door shut. But just as he got a solid grip on the door he heard the sounds of fighting. Sam began to grow nervous as he heard Rick grunt from the blows that were either landing on him, or that he
/was landing on his assailant.

Sam heard the fighting begin to die down and so he opened the door, knife ready. The first Walker he slammed his knife into, then threw its body into the two that were right behind it. He backed up and kicked one onto the ground before he jammed his left
/forearm under the Walkers chin and pushed up. He sent his knife into its skull and twisted. It fell to the ground dead allowing Sam to finish off the one that was on the ground.

"Shoot him, we can take back this prison!" Sam snuck around one of the generators and saw Oscar pointing Rick's gun at its owner while Andrew was stood behind him, out of breath and too confident for Sam's taste.

Sam held his knife in a reverse grip and prepared to jump in and take out Oscar if it came to it. But Oscar simply adjusted his aim from Rick to Andrew, and killed the son of a bitch. He moved his aim to Rick only briefly and spun the gun, offering it
/to Rick. Sam sheathed his knife and Rick shut off the generator, and then there was silence.

They made their way through the dark hallways, already exhausted from the day of killing Walkers. Sam knew there would be more bodies to bury the next day.

Once outside they gave Beth, Sophia, and Hershel the all clear to come out.

Beth immediately ran over and hugged Sam. He returned it a bit slowly, his body tired from the day's events, but smiled nonetheless. They stayed like that, ignoring almost everything else, until they heard the cry of a baby.

They broke apart and saw Carl and Maggie coming from the C block entrance. Maggie held a baby in her arms, blood covering her arms and tears falling freely from her eyes.

Rick began to walk over to them, dropping the axe he was holding. He shook his head out of disbelief. He began stuttering out half completed questions of, where is she? But all it did was make Maggie cry harder.

He looked at Carl, who refused to look up. He simply kept his eyes down and his gun, in his quivering right hand.

Beth Sniffled and Sam pulled her closer. They had lost to many people that day.

AN: Here you go guys! Hope you can forgive a few spelling mistakes and please review, I love 'em! Anyway, I'll see you guys next time! ~Pacco1