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Chef, Duncan, Daryl and Alejandro quickly rose up from the floor and aimed their weapons at the prisoners that were just spotted by T-Dog, Gwen, Chris and Izzy while the unknown five men proceeded to stare at them in complete shock which was caused by the fact that they just witnessed how Rick cut Hershel's leg off.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl demanded to know, aiming his crossbow at the unknown men.

When none of them answered, the co-host of Total Drama spoke up, keeping his shotgun aimed at the jumpsuit wearing men, "My friend here asked you a question."

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick declared as he turned to look at Maggie, "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee."

Maggie did exactly as Rick told her to. She knelt down in front of her father's knee and started putting more pressure on it while the sheriff deputy, Glenn and Heather started to prepare everything to leave the cafeteria.

"Why don't you come on out of there?" Daryl ordered the prison who slowly started to come towards them from the other side of the cafeteria, "Slow and steady."

"What happened to him?" One of the prisoners, a mexican looking guy asked.

"The walker bit him." Duncan explained.

The same guy titled his head in confustion, "Bit?"

"You don't know how this works?" Duncan asked in return as the mexican guy reached out for his pistol and aimed it at the people surrounding him, "Hey, hey. Don't think about it."

"Easy now, amigo." Alejandro said, tightening his grip around his pistol, "We don't want to fight you. We already have enough problems to worry about now."

Heather pulled out a small towel from the bag and handed it Rick who then gave it to Maggie, "I need you to hold this. As hard as you can."

Maggie nodded her head and started pressing it against her dad's wound, "Okay."

Glenn stood up from his kneeling position and started heading towards the other side of the cafeteria, "You have medical supplies?"

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" The mexican guy asked, eyeing the group in front of him as the undead proceeded to slam their bodies against the exit from the cafeteria.

"Don't look like no rescue team." Another prisoner, a white skinned man with a small beard stated.

"It's because we're not one." Chef explained.

Rick and Maggie started picking up Hershel from the floor as Glenn walked out from the kitchen with a rolling table. They didn't waste more time and quickly placed the wounded old man right on top of it.

The sheriff deputy turned to look at T-Dog, "T, the door."

T-Dog nodded his head in response and made his way back to the exit from the cafeteria. Everyone from the group quickly turned their attention away from the prisoners and looked at the doors, readying themselves to face off the walkers from the hallway again.

"Are you crazy?" The youngest one from the prisoners spoke up as Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Heather started rolling the table with Hershel on top of it towards the doors, "Don't open that!"

"We got this." Rick told him in response.

T-Dog pulled out the thing that was holding the doors together and threw it aside. The first walker that entered the cafeteria was wearing body armour. The dark skinned man pushed the undead against the wall, pressing it against it, before finishing it off, once and for all. Another walker entered the cafeteria, this time it was a normal walker of a prisoner, which was taken out by Izzy without any problems.

Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Heaher started rolling the table out of the cafeteria and everyone else quickly followed them. Daryl, Chef, Duncan and Alejandro were the last ones to leave the cafeteria as they kept their weapons aimed at the prisoners, who just stared at them in total confusion.

The group proceeded to make their ways through the hallway, making sure to protect wounded Hershel and the people pushing the table with him on it from any danger. They followed everything that Duncan painted on the wall, trying to get back to the rest of their group as fast as possible. They stopped for a second when they heard the sound of several feets touching the floor. They turned in the direction of the sound, quickly seeing that those were just the prisoners that they found in the cafeteria.

They pushed themselves back into run right after making sure that the ones following them were the prisoners, not the walkers. It took them a few more moments to make their way to the entrance to the room leading straight to the cell block. Chris quickly opened it and everyone started to leave the hallways.

Maggie shook her head in panic, "He's losing too much blood."

"Open the door!" Rick cried out to his group.

"It's Hershel! He's in a bad shape!" Gwen added, running right behind them.

Harold took a quick peek and his eyes snapped open when he saw Hershel laying on the table. He quickly opened the entrance to the cell block, allowing Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Gwen, Chris, and most importantly Hershel to enter it, while Daryl, Chef, Duncan, Izzy, Heather, T-Dog and Alejandro remained in the back to make sure the prisoners weren't going to do anything to their group.

"Daddy!" Beth's eyes instantly began to water after seeing her father in such state.

"What happened to him?" DJ asked, looking down at wounded Hershel, worried for him as Rick, Chris and Glenn picked up Hershel from the table and placed him on the bunk bed in one of the cells.

Chris turned around to see everyone watching them. They owned them a quick explanation, "He was bitten."

"Oh, my god." The worst scenario instantly popped into Beth's mind.

"Is he's gonna turn?" Harold wanted to know, "Did you cut out his leg?"

Rick nodded his head in confirmation, "Yeah."

"Maybe you got it in time." Lori stated.

Bridgette knelt down in front of the bunk bed. She knew that she'll have to use everything she knew about medicine if she wanted to save Hershel's life, "I need bandages."

"We used everything we had." Glenn explained.

"I can go out and get more. There has to be an infirmary here." Harold instantly volunteered.

Bridgette turned to look at the nerdy teenager for a second, before her attention returned to Hershel, "You better return fast, Harold."

"Carl. Go get us any towels you can find." DJ said to Carl as Harold quickly nodded his head before running out from the cell. The giant didn't had to repeat himself. Carl instantly ran off to find towels for Hershel.

"We can burn the wound to clot the blood. I can start a fire." Glenn suggested.

Carol shook his head at his suggestion, kneeling down in front of Hershel along with Bridgette, "No, the shock could kill him. It's not gonna stop the arteries from bleeding. We need to just keep it dressed and let it heal on it's own."

It was when the sound of people arguing with each other rang through everyone's ears as it came from another room, starling them.

"What was that?" Cody asked.

"Prisoners, survivors." Rick explained, beginning to head towards the rest of the group with Chris and Gwen.

Glenn was about to follow them, but Noah stopped him from going any further, "Glenn, you shouldn't go. If Hershel dies, you need to be there for that. Maggie is going to need you."

The asian man nodded his head. His friend was right, "I got it."


In the other room, Daryl readied his crossbow, aiming it at the group of prisoners in front of him and his fellow members from the group who kept their guns aimed at them as well, not even thinking about lowering their guard, while Alejandro had a small conversation with all five of them. The spanish teen turned back to his group after a moment and went back to them, explaining that he learned what were their names. The mexican guy was Tomas, the bearded man was Axel, the large black guy was Big Tiny, the youngest one from them was Andrew, and the last one of them was Oscar.

"Cell Block C." Tomas said, taking a small step towards them, "Cell 4-that's mine, gringos. Let me in."

"Today's your lucky days, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia." Daryl told him in response.

"If you were really prisoners before all of this, then what crimes did you commit to end up here?" Heather wanted to know.

Tomas scoffed, "What is it to you and before all of what?"

"I don't know." Heather rolled her eyes at how stupid this question was, "Maybe it's because we don't know anything about you, except for the fact that you're prisoners and we all are aware what kind of things you have to do to find yourself in jail."

"I never thought that I'll say this, but Heather is right." Duncan agreed with her, as he turned to look at Chef, "We don't know for what crimes they're in for. It can be anything."

Chef couldn't help but feel proud of these two. He cocked his shotgun, "You heard them, what crimes did you commit?"

"Just to let you know, we don't like waiting." Daryl added to which Izzy and T-Dog nodded their heads.

"Armed robbery." Axel instantly replied.

Oscar was the next one who answered, "Breaking and entering."

"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people who were doing the wrong thing." Big Tiny answered, actually looking sorry for what he did.

"Drugs. Possesion, selling, stealing." Andrew explained, "I've done it all, but I'm clean now."

Tomas at first refused to answer, but when he saw everyone aiming their weapons at him, he responded, "...Drugs too, and what you got going on in there?"

"It ain't none of your concern." Chef answered. He could already say that this guy will cause them nothing but trouble.

Tomas reached out for his gun, "Don't be telling me what's my concern."

"Chill, man." Big Tiny spoke up to his fellow inmate, "Dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why are we still in here?"

"The man's got a point." Daryl stated.

"Yeah." Oscar nodded, "And I gotta check on my old lady."

Tomas didn't even thought about leaving. He quickly put everything together, "A group of civilians breaking in to a prison you got no business being in-got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go."

"Maybe you should go and see for yourself?" Duncan offered him.

"Maybe we'll just be going now." Axel stated.

Tomas turned to look at him, "Hey, we ain't leaving."

"You ain't coming in either." T-Dog told him.

"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please." Tomas snapped, aiming his pistol at them.

"Just try it, you maggot!" Chef said, "I won't hesitate."

"Be smart, amigo." Alejandro told him. "Do you really think it's going to end well for you? We're outnumbering you."

Rick came running from the cell block with Chris and Gwen, causing everyone to look at them, "Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this."

"How many of you are in there?" Tomas asked them.

"Too many of you to handle with just one pistol." Chris answered, aiming his rifle at him.

"You guys rob a bank or something?" Tomas asked another question, "Why don't you take him to a hospital?"

Rick exchanged a quick look with every member from his group that was in this room at this moment. These prisoners were really clueless about everything that happened to the world in the last months, "How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?"

"Going on like 10 months." Tomas answered.

"A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it." Big Tiny added.

"Attica on speed, man." Axel added his part as well.

"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy." Andrew stated.

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria." Tomas explained, "Told us sit tight, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back."

"Yeah." Oscar nodded his hea din confirmation, "And that was 292 days ago. We were thinking that the Army or the National Guard should be showing up any day now."

"There is no army." Rick told them.

"What do you mean?" Tomas wanted to know.

"Army has fallen a long time ago." Duncan explained.

"So did everything else." Izzy added, "Government, hospitals, police. It's all gone. It all fell apart in a matter of few weeks."

Axel's eyes snapped open in shock, "For real?"

"Believe me." Gwen said, "I wish they were lying."

Rick nodded his head, confirming what his group just said, "Serious."

"The groups of people who somehow managed to survive to this point are all that's left." Chef added.

Big Tiny looked down in worry, "What about my moms?"

"My kids? And my old lady?" Oscar took a step forward, "You got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?"

Tomas shook his head, his mind still trying to process everything that he had just heard, "There's no way."

Heather pointed at the exit from the cell block, "See for yourself."


Everyone slowly came out from the cell block, with the prisoners walking in the front. At first, all five of them clearly enjoyed the fact that they finally left the cafeteria for the first time in over ten months and were actually able to enjoy the shining sun, but this feeling was short lived because their eyes quickly caught their sight of the lifeless corpses of their fellow inmates covering the ground.

"Good lord." Axel spoke up, eyeing his surroundings, "They're all dead."

Tomas shook his head, "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 that fence over there by that guard tower." Chris explained.

Andrew titled his head towards the host of Total Drama, "That easy?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders, "There wasn't anyone alive protecting it."

Big Tiny poked one of the corpses, "So what is this, like a disease?"

"Yeah, and we're all infected." Rick answered, making the prisoners look at him.

"What do you mean infected?" Axel asked, "Like AIDS or something?"

"If you die, you change into one of those things." Izzy explained, "The way way how to prevent you from changing into one of them in destroying your brain."

"Where'd you come from?" Tomas asked, looking at Rick.

"Atlanta." Rick replied.

Tomas started to come closer to him, "Where are you headed?"

"For now, nowhere." Rick explained as Tomas stopped in front of him.

"We were wandering around aimlessly for a few months now." Alejandro added, standing behind Rick with T-Dog and Heather.

Tomas pointed at the fields on the other side of the fence, "I guess you can take that area down there near the water. Should be comfortable."

"We're using that field for crops." Rick told him.

"We'll help you move your gear out." Tomas offered.

Rick shook his head, "That won't be necessary. We took out these walkers. This prison is ours."

Andrew approached them and stopped by Tomas' side, "You snatched the locks off our doors."

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "We'll give you new locks, if that's how you want it."

Tomas gestured to the area around them, "This is our prison. We were here first."

"Locked in a broom closet?" Rick asked him, "We took it, set you free. It's ours. We spilled blood..."

Tomas cut him off, "We're moving back into our cell block."

"That's not happening." Chef told him, standing by Rick's side with Chris, "We already settled down there."

"It is mine." Tomas snapped, pulling out his pistol, making Rick's group aim their weapons at him, "I've still get personal artifacts in there. That's about as mine as it gets."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Axel attempted to calm down everyone down, "Maybe let's try to make this work out so everybody wins."

"I don't see that happening." Tomas stated.

"Neither do I." Rick stated.

"I ain't going back in that cafeteria for one more minute." Tomas declared.

"There are other cell blocks." Axel pointed out.

"You can always leave if you don't like it here." Daryl offered.

Duncan nodded his head, "Simple as that."

Tomas lowered his pistol, seeming to like the idea that Axel suggested, He nodded his head, "If all of these pussies can do all this, the least we can do is take out another cell block."

"With what?" Big Tiny asked.

"Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons." Tomas answered, looking at Rick, "Won't you, boss?"

"What about your cafeteria?" Chef asked, "It must have plenty of food. Five guys lasting almost a year without having to leave?"

"It sure as hell don't look like anybody's been starving." Alejandro remarked.

"There's only a little left." Tomas explained.

"How about we work some kind of exchange?" Chef asked, "You'll give us half and we'll help clear out a cell block."

"Didn't you hear him?" Andrew asked Chef, "There's only a little left."

Heather rolled her eyes, "It's probably still more than what we saw for the last few months."

"We'll clear out a block for you, then you keep to it." Chef added to the deal he wanted to do with these people, "And we don't want to see you anywhere near our group."

Tomas nodded his head after a moment of thought, "Deal."


Harold kept his shotgun in ready as he walked down the dark tunnels of the prison, trying to find the infirmary. He wasn't alone. He asked people around the group who wanted to come with him and Leshawna, Ezekiel, Cody and Sierra decided to come with him, while the others stayed with Hershel.

"Do you think we'll to find it?" Cody asked, trying to start a conversation as they proceeded to walk further into the hallways.

"I hope so." Leshawna said, holding a flashlight which was giving them a small source of light, "This place gives me creeps."

"Don't worry." Harold assured her, "As long we keep our guard up, nothing is going to happen."

"Eh, I just hope we don't come across a group of them that will be outnumbering us." Ezekiel stated.

Harold nodded his head to that, "That too, Zeke. If that happens we'll screwed."

Sierra's eyes caught the sight of something ahead of them. she opened her mouth to inform everyone about it, but a yawn escaping her mouth prevented her from doing so. She opened her mouth to speak again, "Guys. I see something."

Leshawna pointed her flashlight in the direction that Sierra was pointing at. A windowned doors with red cross drawn on it appeared in everyone's view. She smiled and send the superfan a smile, "Good eye, girl."

Harold cocked his shotgun and slowly approached the entrance to the infirmary. He turned to look at Ezekiel who nodded his head at him, readying his silenced pistol which was borrowed to him by Carl who wanted to go with them, but ended up staying behind. The nerd slowly opened the doors, and scanned his surroundings. He entered the infirmary and gestured for everyone for follow him, because the only real threat in this place were two walkers who were dressed in white.

"Zeke." He told the homeschooled kid.

Ezekiel nodded his head and aimed the pistol at one of the walkers. He pulled the trigger and the pistol fired, the bullet hitting the undead straight between it's eyes just a second later. The other walker was alarmed by it and turned around, seeing the five alive in front of it. It started to walk towards them, but Ezekiel easily got rid of it just a few seconds later.

The group split around the infirmary and started to look around, wanting to see what it had to offer. Leshawna could feel a huge smile forming on her lips, "Just look at that! Bandages, pills, medkits. this place has everything!"

Harold smiled and approached her, "This far more than what we need."

"It sure is, sugar baby." Leshawna nodded her head.

Cody spotted a duffel bag laying nearby. He went over to it and picked it up from the floor, "Let's pack everything in this bag."

The geek didn't had to repeat himself. Everyone started packing everything their group was needing right now or was going to need sooner or later. Harold had just packed a medkit into the bag, which was followed by Ezekiel placing bandages inside of it. They parted ways and started to take more things as Leshawna and Cody placed something in the bag as well.

Harold spotted that something was off with Sierra. She let out another yawn as she made her way to the bag, placing some pills in it, "Is everything alright, Sierra?"

"It's nothing." Sierra waved it off, "I was just having trouble falling asleep last night."

Harold gave her a small smile, "I'm sure you were just having trouble adjust to sleeping on a bunk bed instead of a car or the ground."

Sierra returned his smile, "Cody said the same thing to me. I guess it is the reason."

The nerdy teenager patted her shoulder, "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get enough sleep today."


The prisoners had just brought Rick, Chef, Chris, Duncan, Daryl, T-Dog, Izzy, Gwen, Heather and Alejandro back to the cafeteria, where they were going to split the supplies into two piles.

T-Dog looked around himself, "You never tried to break out of here?"

"Yeah, we tried to take the doors off. But if you make one peep in here, then those freaks'll be lined up outside the door growling,trying to get in." Oscar explained, "Windows got bars on there that He-Man couldn't get through."

"Bigger than a 5x8." Axel added.

Big Tiny nodded his head, "You won't find me complaining. Doing 15. My left leg can barely fit on one of those bunks."

"Yeah, they don't call him Big Tiny for nothing." Oscar said.

"You done jerking each other off?" Tomas asked, earning everyone's attention, "Sick of waiting back here."

He walked into the other side of the cafeteria as Rick placed his hand on his holstered Python, following him there along with the rest of his group. They couldn't help but stare in awe at how much supplies the prisoners had left.

"This definitely more than what we've seen during the last months." Heather stated, recalling what she said earlier.

Duncan looked at Tomas, "This what you call a little bit of food?"

"Goes fast." Tomas answered.

"This is probably a bit to them." Chris stated, "They didn't had to search through every house in the area, hoping to find even the smallest piece of food."

Izzy nodded in agreement, "Probably."

"You can have a bag of corn, some tuna fish..." Tomas began.

Rick cut him off, "We said half. That's the deal."

Alejandro spotted another doors in the back. He walked over to it and placed his hand on the handle, "What's in there?"

"Don't open it." Oscar warned him.

The spanish teen didn't listen to him. He opened the doors and instantly gagged at the terrible smell that came from there. He quickly closed it again, "I shouldn't have done that."

Tomas laughed, "You wanted to know."


Maggie watched tearfully how Carol, Lori, DJ and Bridgette were doing their best to save her father from dying before walking out of the cell towards her boyfriend. She embraced him tightly, "It was stupid of us to let him go."

"It could have happened to anyone." Glenn attempted to comfort her.

"What are we gonna do without him?" Maggie asked.

"Hey, stop it. All right?" Glenn told her, as they released themselves from the hug. He placed his hands on her shoulders, "He's still here."

"What if he does wake up? Then what? He can't even walk." Maggie pointed out, "All we do is run."

"Hey...this won't break him. Okay?" Glenn assured her, "He's got you and Beth."

Maggie shook her head, "Am I the only person living in reality here?"

"We've been through so much already." Glenn began.

Maggie cut him off, "You're expecting it, too."

"I'm not expecting, all right? I'm just preparing." Glenn explained, "Why don't you go check on Beth? Go on. I'll watch him."

Maggie sighed and walked off, heading towards her sister cell. The first thing that she spotted after entering it was Beth working on some trousers, "What are you doing?"

Beth looked up at her, "He's gonna have a hard time walking around with one side of his pants dragging on the ground. You know, he could trip or something."

"There's a good chance he won't wake up." Maggie pointed out as she knelt down in front of her sister.

"Why are you so eager to give up on him?" Beth asked her.

Maggie shook her head, "I'm not giving up."

"It sure sounds like it." Beth stated.

"I don't want you to get your hopes too high." Maggie explained, "We're not equipped to deal with something like this."

"We have Carol, Bridgette and DJ." Beth pointed out.

"The only one of them that had medical training before all of this is Bridgette." Maggie pointed out in return, "And it was still a basic one."

It was when a familiar voice that belonged to T-Dog rang through their ears, "Food's here."

Carl walked over to the entrance to the cell block and opened it, allowing everyone else to enter it. He looked up at T-Dog who was carrying two boxes of food, "What you got?"

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans." T-Dog answered, "There's a lot more where this came from."

"Much more." Alejandro added, carryin two boxes of food as well.

Rick walked over to Noah who stood nearby, "Any change?"

"They got bleeding is under control and he has no fever, but his breath is labored and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet." Noah explained.

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick said to which Noah nodded in understanding. He was intending to tell Rick to give him his handcuffs before the sheriff deputy apparently had the same idea, "I'm not taking any chances."

Lori approached them as Noah took Rick's cuffs walked away from him to put the sheriff's deputy cuffs on Hershel, "So what about those prisoners?"

Rick sighed, "We're gonna help them clear out their own cell block, and then they'll be there and we'll be here."

"Living beside each other." Lori stated.

"I'm not giving up this prison." Rick told her.

"Do they have guns?" Lori wanted to know.

"I only saw one." Rick answered before rubbing his forehead, "Yeah, I don't know it's gonna work."

"Well, what are your options?" Lori asked him another question.

"Kill them." Rick answered, plain and true.

"If that's what you think is best." Lori shrugged.

Rick shook his head, "You s-you say this now..."

"Look, I know that I'm a shitty wife." Lori began, "And I'm not winning any Mother of the Year awards, but I need you to know that...not for one second do I think there is malice in your heart. You're not a killer, and I know that. I know that, so do whatever you gotta do to keep this group safe. And do it with a clear conscience."


Rick, Daryl, T-Dog, Chef, Chris, Duncan, Alejandro, Izzy, Tomas, Oscar, Andrew, Axel and Big Tiny were gathered around the table. The prisoners were picking weapons for themselves which they were going to use to clear out the cell block for themselves. Heather and Gwen weren't with them, because Rick ordered them to stay with Hershel in case if something will happen.

Tomas picked up a crowbar and eyed it, "Why do I need this?" He pulled out his pistol, "When I got this?"

"Noise attracts more them to your position, and once you'll get surrounded, there's no way out unless you're extremely lucky." Chris explained.

"That is why we're not using any guns unless they have us pinned against the wall." Chef explained.

"We'll go in four by four. Daryl will run point with T, Duncan and Alejandro." Rick began to explain his plan how to re-take another cell block from the undead to them, "I, Chef and Chris will bring up the rear with you. 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." Daryl added. "These things only go down with a head shot."

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man." Tomas told him.

"They're aren't people anymore." Duncan pointed out, "They're something else."

"Just remember to go for the brain." Rick reminded him, before everyone started to head towards their next destination, ready to take out the walkers from the cell block.


Daryl and Duncan walked in the front of the group as they were making their way through the dark hallways, their only source of light being two flashlights which were carried by T-Dog and Chris.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar stated, wielding an axe as he walked behind the redneck and the juvie.

Daryl looked over his shoulder at him, "Gotta hold it up high out in front of you."

"You're gonna hear them before you see them." Duncan added as Oscar nodded his head and lifted his axe up a bit.

They walked further into the hallways for a few seconds until they heard the undead heading towards them. Axel made sure to quickly declare, "It's coming!"

"Shhh!" Rick shushed him.

"You need to be more quiet." Chef told Axel, receiving a small nod in response from the bearded man.

Daryl and Duncan raised their hands in the air, telling the group following them to stop. The saw the shadow of was a walker on the wall in front of them. One walker came out from corner shorty after and immediately saw the people in front it. It started to head towards the group and it was quickly joined by another walker. The prisoners screamed as they charged at them, beginning to attack the walkers and hitting them across their bodies, not even aiming for the heads.

Rick, Daryl, T-Dog, Chef, Chris, Izzy, Alejandro and Duncan exchanged a look with each other as they simply watched how the prisoners proceeded to hit the undead over and over again.

"Should we do something?" Alejandro asked, staring weirdly at the prisoners.


Glenn wrapped the chain of a watch that Hershel gave to him back on the farm, as everyone that was in the cell block at this moment watched unconsciouss Hershel on the bunk bed. They turned their attention away from him when they heard someone enter the cell block. Harold, Leshawna, Ezekiel, Cody and Sierra had returned from their search for any medical supplies.

Ezekiel held the silenced pistol out to Carl, giving it back to him, "Thanks for borrowing it to me."

"No problem." Carl nodded his head at the homeschool, "Glad I could help in some way."

"Eh, I really need get something like that on my pistol." Ezekiel stated.

Bridgette stood up from her kneeling position and approached them, "You came back."

"Did you find anything?" Carol asked them, hoping that they found something.

Cody smiled as he dropped the duffel bag on the floor, making Carol gasp at the view of everything they brought from the infirmary, "We sure did."

Leshawna smiled as well, "The infirmary had everything we needed."

"Did you had any problems?" Gwen wanted to know

"Not really." Harold answered, "There were only two walkers there. Zeke took them out in a matter of seconds."

Sierra pointed at Hershel, "How is he doing? Did something changed about his state?"

DJ shook his head sadly, "We managed to stop the bleeding but he's still not waking up."

"Good thing you returned with this stuff." Bridgette said, pulling out a bandage from the bag. She started wrapping it around Hershel's wound, "We're going to need it."


The group that was clearing out another cell block continued to make their way through the hallway. They stopped and readied themselves for another fight with the undead when they heard another group coming their way.

Izzy held her hunting knife in ready as she said, "Remember to aim for the brain."

One walker came out from the corner and Daryl fired his arrow right towards it's hide, getting rid of the undead to demostrate the prisoners what to do, "Not the stomach, not the heart-the brain."

"I hear you two." Axel nodded his head, "The brain."

Another walker approached them and Oscar stepped towards it, placing his axe in the middle of it's head, before moving back to the group, "Like that?"

Izzy nodded in confirmation, "Yes."

More walkers started heading their way. Axel quickly made his way to one to one of them and stabbed the undead right through it's head with his metal rod as Alejandro placed his tomahawk right in the middle of the head of another walker. Duncan loaded an arrow into his bow just seconds before firing the arrow at the walker, hitting it right in the head as Chris moved past him towards another walker, placing his knife right in it's brain.

Rick stepped forward and stabbed another walker through it's head before moving back to his group, "Stay in tight formation. No more prison riot crap."

A group of walkers came towards them and everyone started attacking them, doing their best to take them out as fast as they could. Only one person remained in the back, not doing anything. Big Tiny watched how his fellow prisoners and a group of people that he just met fought off the undead before stepping away from them. He spotted another walker approaching him from the other side and he quickly slammed his hammer right on top of it's head, making it stumble backwards.

Another walker approached him as Big Tiny slammed his hammer right on it's head. The walker stumbled backwards a bit, before moving towards the giant prisoner again. Big Tiny hit it in the head with his hammer, once again, this time killing it as the walker he attacked earlier rose up from the ground, pulling his hand free from the handcuffs, ending up ripping his entire hand in the procees.

Big Tiny didn't had a chance to spot it in time as the walker ran his hand through his shoulder, brusing it, making the giant prisoner wince in pain as Chef came in his rescue and finished the walker off. Big Tiny send him a grateful nod and touched his shoulder, only to see some blood on his hand.


DJ had just finished wrapping bandage around Hershel's leg, as she turned to look at everyone else in the cell, "These bandages will help prevent infection."

"It's good." Noah nodded his head at the lovable giant, "It's good that he taught you all this stuff."

"He didn't teach me everything." DJ answered, sadly.

Bridgette looked at Carol and the two of them shared a quick look with each other. The short haired woman nodded her head at the surfer who stood up, "Glenn, Noah, I need your help with something."

"Now?" Noah asked her, "Not the best time."

The surfer nodded her head, "Now."

She stood up from the floor and walked out of the cell, walking past Glenn and Noah who followed her, the asian man asking, "What is it?"

"There's something I need to practice before Lori will go into labor." Bridgette explained.


Chris shined his flashlight right at Big Tiny's wound, allowing Rick to take a good look at it. The sheriff deputy quickly realized that it was the scratch was placed on a part of the body that couldn't be amputated, without resulting in the death of the giant prisoner.

Big Tiny turned around to look at them, panic was obvious in his voice, "I'm telling you, I don't feel anything. It's just a scratch."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick shook his head.

"I can keep fighting!" Big Tiny told him.

"You cut that old guy's leg off to save his life." Andrew pointed out.

Chris shook his head, "You saw where is bite is. "

"If we'll try to cut it out, we may end up killing him." Izzy pointed out, standing next to Andrew.

"Guys, I'm fine! I'm fine." Big Tiny insisted, shaking his head in panic, "Look at me-I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look,man, there has to be something we can do." Oscar stated, "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel suggested.

"We gotta do something." Andrew declared as he looked at Rick, "Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"You heard them." Rick told the youngest prisoner, "There's nothing we can do."

Andrew glared at him, "You son of a bitch."

"I'm all ri..." Big Tiny didn't had a chance to finish as Tomas slammed his crowbar right on top of his head. The giant prisoner collapsed on the floor as Tomas proceeded to bring his crowbar down on his head, while the others just watched in completely silence. Tomas stopped when there was nothing but a bloody mush left of Big Tiny's head. His entire face was covered in blook as he looked at Rick, heavy breaths leaving his mouth.


Bridgette, Glenn and Noah were outside of the prison, walking along the fence, earning attention of a few walkers that attempted to approach them, but were stopped by the fence.

The surfer eyed the walkers, and pointed at the one wearing yellow dress, "That one."

"Are you sure about this?" Glenn asked her.

"Just the thought of what I am about to do makes me feel sick in my stomach, but this is something I have to do." Bridgette told him, "She had Carl by C-section. She's probably gonna have to have this one the same way. Hershel had a little bit of experience with this kind of thing, but he's not gonna be able to do it anymore. After him, I'm the one with the most medical experience, I need experience and we have plenty of cadavers."

Noah turned away from the walker at the surfer, "Do you think you can do it?"

"I hope so." Bridgette nodded his head to that, "I need to learn how to cut through the abdomen and the uterus without cutting the baby."

The bookworm moved towards the walker that Bridgette pointed and stuck his knife through the fence, killing it, as Glenn started distracting the other undead away from Noah and Bridgette who quickly started to untie the wire that was holding the fence together.


Everyone walked along the hallway. Rick, Daryl, Chef and Chris walked together in the back, having a small talk about Tomas.

"You see the look on his face?" Daryl asked to which Rick nodded in response.

"This guy is a danger to us all." Chris stated.

"He makes one move, just give one of us a signal." Chef added.

T-Dog looked behind him at Alejandro, Izzy and Duncan and nodded his head at them, telling them to get teady. He opened the doors to the laundry room, and all four of them entered it right after, ready to face off every walker in their way, but luckilly, the laundry room was completely empty. The others quickly followed them inside and made their way to the locked doors.

Daryl pulled out some keys and tossed them to Tomas, "I ain't opening that."

"Yes, you are. If you want this cell block, you're gonna open that door." Chef told him.

"Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this." Rick explained.

Tomas picked up the keys and exchanged a look with Andrew, before moving towards the locked doors. Everyone started readying themselves while Tomas unlocked the doors, "You bitches ready?"

He grabbed the handles and opened both of the doors, not just one like Rick told him to, "I said one door!"

"Shit happens!" Tomas answered as the undead began entering the laundry room.

Everyone started to fight them off, taking out every walker heading towards them. There weren't having much of a trouble with them until Tomas swung his crowbar dangerously close to Rick who barely managed to avoid it. It wasn't over. One walker lunged for Tomas who pushed it off himself towards Chris who was taken by suprise. The host of Total Drama struggled against the undead as it brought him to the floor, until Izzy came in his rescue and placed her knife right in the walkers head.

Chris pushed the now dead walker off him as Izzy held her hand out to him. He accepted it, and brought himself back on his feet with the help of the orange haired teenager, glaring at Tomas who brought his crowbar down on the head of approaching walker while the rest of the group took out all of the walkers.

Rick walked over to Tomas who shifted his attention between him and host of Total Drama, "Sorry, guys. It was coming at me."

"I get it." Rick glared at him, "Shit happens."

He was about to reach for his machete but stopped when when a shot echoed across the laundry room and Tomas' body fell on the floor, with a hole right between his eyes. Everyone turned in the direction from which the shot came from and saw Chris holding his now smoking Glock out. The host of Total Drama didn't had any seconds thoughts about what he just did. He did that to protect his group, just like a few months ago when he had to kill a man to protect Glenn, Hershel and DJ. Tomas was a danger to all of them.

Rick wasn't going to do anything about it. He was going to do the same thing, anyway. He heard Andrew scream and move towards Chris, with only one intention of attacking him, but the sheriff deputy stopped him in time. He kicked the youngest prisoner in the stomach, bringing him to the floor.

Chef aimed his shotgun at Andrew, "Easy now. Don't do anything stupid like your friend did."

Andrew quickly got himself back on his feet and ran into the hallways as Rick broke himself into run after him, "I got him."

"Get down on your knees." Daryl ordered, aiming his crossbow at Oscar. T-Dog, Chef, Chris, Duncan, Alejandro and Izzy aimed their weapons at the remaining prisoners as well.

Oscar got himself on his knees, not saying anything. Axel fell on his knees too, but unlike his inmate, didn't kept his mouth shut, "We don't have no affiliation to what just happened. Tell him, Oscar."

"Stop talking, man." Oscar told him.

Andrew continued to run through the hallways, knowing that Rick was just meters away from him. The sheriff deputy thought he had lost the young prisoner for a second, but quickly got back on his trail when he heard him open some doors on his left. He quickly went in the direction from which the sound came from, hearing how Andrew shut the doors behind him, as the sheriff deputy ran up a set of stairs.

He quickly opened the doors, and saw Andrew running into a closed area with a few walkers. The young prisoner looked around himself, and quickly turned back to the doors, beginning to run towards it, but he never made it through the doors as Rick closed it before he had a chance.

"Let me back in, man." Andrew pleaded him, "Let me back in!"

"You better run." Rick simply told him.

Andrew turned away from and started running away from the undead as Rick started to make his way back to his group, hearing the young prisoner screaming for a few seconds behind him. The screams stopped and Rick quickly got an idea of what happened to Andrew.


Maggie, Carol, Lori and DJ were kneeling in front of Hershel, watching him, before all of them noticed that something was wrong with him. DJ pressed his hand against Hershel's lungs, and his eyes widened when he saw that Hershel was not breathing.

"Guys." He turned to them, "He's not breathing."

"What?" Beth asked, running into the cell panic. He placed her hand on Hershel's lungs, to find out that DJ was not wrong, "Do something! Somebody help!"

Lori instantly reacted to that and started doing the first thing that came into her mind. She placed hand on Hershel's chin, opening his mouth. She pressed her mouth against his lips and started to breath in, perfoming a CPR on him. She then placed her hands together, and started to press them against Hershel's chest. She pressed her hands several times, before moving towards Hershel's mouth again, intending to breathe in two times.

Her eyes snapped open when Hershel jolted awake, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as everyone in the room panicked. Lori quickly freed herself from his grasp. She stepped away from him along with DJ, Carol, Maggie and Beth as Carl aimed his pistol at Hershel, just in case as the farmer began breathing again.


Rick made his way back to the a laundry room where his group was waiting for him. All of them kept their weapons aimed at Axel and Oscar who were still on their knees.

"What are we going to do with them?" Alejandro asked as Rick entered the laundry room, keeping his pistol aimed at Axel.

"We had nothing to do with that." Oscar said, as Chef was aiming his shotgun right at his forehead.

"You didn't know? You knew." Rick stated, approaching Chef's side, "Guys, let's end this now."

"Sir, sir, you gotta listen to me, please!" Axel scremaed in pure panic, "It was them that was bad. It wasn't us!"

"Oh, ain't convenient." Rick stated, looking over his shoulder at Axel.

"You saw what he did to Tiny. He was my friend." Axel sounded on the verge of tears, "Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer. Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent kind, they were! Please, I swear to god! I wanna live!"

Rick turned his attention back to Oscar as Chef was waiting for him to give him a signal, "What about you?"

"I ain't never pleaded for my life." Oscar responded, suprisingly calm, "And I ain't about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Rick turned to look at Chef. He shook his head and Chef knew what he meant by that. The co-host of Total Drama lowered his shotgun, and everyone followed his example and lowered their guns too. Axel let out a massive sigh of relief.


Everyone went straight to the cell block which they cleared out for the prisoner as part of the dell. Daryl opened the new cell block for the surviving prisoners as Rick pushed Axel in, the bearded man almost tripping on the floor as everyone else entered the cell block shorty after.

Duncan eyed his surroundings and saw several prisoners laying right in front of their cells, with bullet holes in their forehead, "What the hell happened here?"

Izzy shook her head, 'Nothing good."

"Good thing that our cell block didn't had anything like that." Alejandro stated.

"Oh, man." Axel said, his eyes wide in shock at the view of the corpses, "I knew these guys. These were good men."

Rick turned to face his group, "Let's go."

"So you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked as he looked at him, "Man,this is sick."

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

"You think this is sick?" Izzy asked them, turning to the exit from the cell block, "You don't wanna know what's outside. You didn't had to watch how these things torn your loved one apart as you couldn't do anything to stop it."

Chef patted Axel on the shoulder, "Sorry about your friends."

"A word of advice." T-Dog said as Oscar and Axel looked at him, "Take those bodies outside and burn them."


They all made their way back to the cell block and headed towards Hershel's cell, intending to check on old farmer.

"Hershel stopped breathing." Carl said as Rick approached the cell, "Mom saved him."

Cody nodded in confirmation, "It's true."

Rick entered the cell and took a good look at Hershel, as his wife told him, "Still no fever."

Her husband nodded his head to that. Everyone just stared at Hershel for several seconds until they saw him open his mouth. Maggie's eyes snapped open as she leaned in a bit, waiting for her father to open his eyes, to give them a sign that he was alive, not turning into a walker. His eyes slowly opened. He was alive.

"Daddy?" Maggie said, feeling how relief overcame her entire body.

Beth smiled, "Daddy."

DJ placed his hand on Hershel's shoulder. He was happy that his friend was still alive, "It's good to see you alive, man."

Rick quickly uncuffed Hershel as the old farmer lifted his hand out to him. Rick got himself on his knee and grabbed it, glancing over at Hershel's daughter who were crying tears of hapiness as they held each other close. The rest of the group could feel smiles forming on their lips, as they were simply happy that Hershel survived.


Rick and Lori stood together in front of the fence, watching the open fields of the prison and the forest in front them. The sheriff deputy spoke up to his wife, "We'll start cleaning tomorrow."

"Yeah." Lori nodded her head, "We'll give Carl a safe place to do whatever he does these days."

"For the record, I don't think you're a bad mother." Rick told her.

Lori looked down at her belly, letting out a small bittersweet, "Well, wife is a different story. For better or worse, right? I mean, what are we gonna do-hire lawyers and get divorced and split our assets? We got food, medicine, Hershel's alive. Today was a good day."

"He'd be dead if it weren't for you." Rick stated, turning to look at his wife.

"You're the one that acted fast." Lori pointed out, "If you hadn't done what you did, then...I thought maybe you were coming out here to talk about us. Maybe there's nothing to talk about anymore."

Rick placed his hand on Lori's shoulder, "We're awful grateful for what you did."


Sierra was having trouble falling asleep, once again. She didn't know why she was having so much trouble sleeping. Perharps Cody and Harold were right. Maybe it was really caused the fact that she was sleeping on a bunk bed instead of a car seat or the ground and she already gotten used to sleeping on either of those things.

She breathed in as she came out of the cell block, being greeted by the darkened sky of the night. Perharps a quick walk around the area that was secured by her group would be a good thing for her. Maybe it will make her fall asleep faster. She didn't left the cell block completely weaponless. She had her knife placed right in her pocket. She didn't took her pistol with herself because she was certain she won't have the need to use it during her short walk.

The superfan walked up the stairs leading to some sort of small bridge between the buildings of the prison. She stopped in the middle of the bridge and lifted her gaze up at the moon. She could hear how the walkers walked on the other side of the fence behind her, but she wasn't that worried about that. The gates were held together by a chain, and she knew that it was going to hold them for enough for her group to take care of the undead on the other side of it. After all, the same chain held the gate leading to the yard for the entire night, allowing her and her group to spend the night on the field.

Despise everything that happened today, Hershel getting bitten and almost dying, and the incident with the prisoners, she couldn't help but feel quite optimistic about this place. It had food, walls, fences, a lot of space for everyone, and if Hershel wasn't wrong, the soil was good, and they will be able to grow food. This place had everything her group needed to survive. This place had everything it needed to became their new home.

Sierra spend the next several minutes simply watching the moon. She knew that it was time to return to bed, or bunk bed in this situation. The group still had a lot of work ahead of them, and she'd like to help them secure their new place to live, in one way or another, even if it will be just cleaning the prison from the corpses of the undead.

She walked down the stairs and was about to head back to the cell block, but stopped when she heard a quiet voice say to her, "Hey."

She turned back and her eyes snapped open when she saw Andrew who was wielding a huge knife standing in front of her, instantly recalling Rick, Chef, Chris and Daryl telling her and the rest that the sheriff deputy had to kill him and Tomas. She quickly reached for her knife, but Andrew practically shoved herself at her in the exact moment when she grabbed it, causing her to drop her knife on the ground.

She clenched her teeth as she struggled against Andrew who pressed her against the wall, his hateful gaze staring right into her eyes. She was running out of options here and Andrew was much stronger than her, so she did he first thing that came into her mind. She headbutted him, making him stumble a few steps backwards.

She was about to break herself into run and cry out for help, but it unfortunely for her never happened. The superfan gasped for a breath, when she felt how Andrew's knife pierced through her neck. The last thing that Sierra ever saw was Andrew simply watching how blood started to paint her neck and his knife, before she closed her eyes, for the last time and never opened them again.

Andrew let out a deep exhale as he put his knife out from Sierra's neck. He simply watched how her lifeless body collapsed on the ground, her blood slowly painting it. He stabbed her in the head, making sure that she wasn't going to return as a walker. The prisoner made sure to pick up her knife and place it in one of the pockets of his jumpsuit, to not leave any evidence that she was there. Blood stains on the ground will surely be a problem but he'll find a way how to get rid of them. After all he had the entire night to prepare everything.

He grabbed her body by her shoulders and started dragging her body into more isolated area of the prison, knowing that he had to hide her body otherwise her group will find out about her fate faster than he wanted them to. It would only ruin his plans.

He will retake his home from the people that stole it from him and his fellow inmates and killed Tomas.

He will make sure of that...


Welp, Sierra is the next one to go. At first I was planning to kill her off during the fall of the farm (She'd be killed by the walkers in Dale's RV along with Jimmy), but I scrapped that idea and let her live two more chapters and reveal that Andrew is still alive and is planning re-take the prison from Rick's group and avenge Tomas' death, which will lead us to the events of episode 4.

Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.