I don't own Total Drama and The Walking Dead.

Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.

wood21: No problem :)

Brendan: He is wearing the same prison jumpsuit that he wore when Rick and his group found him and other inmates in the cafeteria :)


Alejandro's eyes opened as he awoke from his slumber in his cell. He let out an exhale and he rubbed his hands against his face. Another day at the prison has just begun. He carefully got up from his bunk, making sure to not awake Heather who was sleeping next to him before coming over to his cells mirror. He rubbed his growing beard as he glanced at his reflection, knowing that it was time to prepare himself for the day.

It took him a few minutes to prepare himself for the day and once he was done with it, he reached for his tomahawk and picked it up. He put it where he usually places it after waking up in the morning before reaching out for his machine rifle. He slouched it over his shoulder, now ready to head out of his cell.

He turned to look at Heather, and send his sleeping girlfriend one last look before walking out of their cell, deciding to not wake her up. She let him sleep a bit longer yesterday, not it was time for him to return the favor. He exited his cell and walked over to the stairs. He came down to the lower level, exchanging a greeting nod with Leshawna who just like him awoke from her slumber and was ready for the day.

He made his way out of the cellblock and exhaled softly, taking a breath of fresh morning air. He started walking through the yard and saw Duncan and Daryl sitting together around one of the tables. Daryl was not really doing anything while Duncan was preparing bunch of arrows for his bow, sharpening sticks which he must have found somewhere in the woods.

"Morning." Duncan greeted him, taking his eyes off his arrows for a second as Daryl offered Alejandro a nod.

The spanish young man offered him a nod in response, "Morning, both of you."

He walked past the duo, without sharing more words with them. The situation between him and Duncan wasn't as awkward as it was back when Courtney died, even though Duncan assured him that he doesn't blame him for his brother's doings, but they didn't really spoke with each other that much since their last clash with the Governor's group.

He started making his way towards the fence, sending a quick glance to the vehicles that his group used. The blue truck was gone which meant only one thing. Ezekiel, Izzy, Noah and Cody have already went out to go on their daily morning fishing trip. He wondered if Rick was already out of his bed and was doing his farmer work. He chuckled to himself. He never excepted Rick to become a farmer back when Glenn and Tyler introduced the sheriff deputy to him and the rest of the people that were on the supply run on that day.

He stopped in front of the fence and shook his head once he saw how many undead were already gathered in front of the fence which was separating forest from the prison. He let out a sigh, knowing how much work was ahead of Gwen and her group and if the amount of undead was already this huge at this time of the day, then perharps some people would have to volunteer to help them.

He turned his gaze away from where he was looking right now and looked at the area ahead of him. It was exactly the same place from where the Governor's fired at them during their first attack and killed Axel. It was when his brother, Jose who was firing at them alongside the one eyed psychopath flew through his mind.

He crossed his arms and could feel another sigh leaving his lips. He used to think a lot about Jose. It was mostly after the Governor completely disappeared after murdering most of his militia. He didn't thought about Jose that much these days, though. He just stopped thinking about him, because he didn't want to.

He despised Jose, for the way how he treated him before all of this started and for everything that he did when he and his group came across Woodbury, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of sympathy towards his brother, even though it was just a tiny bit that was burried somewhere within him. A tiny bit that could easily disappear.

Jose was still his brother, no matter what he did and what he has become and he was most likely the only surviving blood relative that he had left. He had no idea what happened with his parents. There could have been dead or alive or walking somewhere as the undead. Carlos was dead, Jose had to put him down after he was bitten by a walker.

There was one more thought that he had that was related to his brother and it wasn't the guilt caused by what Jose did. Alejandro knew that he was not responsible for what his brother did. It was a question of what what might have happen to him if he didn't end up in Atlanta with his current group, people that he thought of as his family now.

That question was what he would become, If he was with Jose when all of it started and would end up meeting the Governor and joining him. This question plagued him for some time now. Would he become a completely different person than he is right now?

He didn't want to know the answer to that question.

There was one thing that he was certain about though. If Jose would ever appear again, and try to kill or hurt anyone from his new family, then Alejandro knew what was he was going to do. He was going to do anything to stop his brother to prevent anyone from ending up like Courtney or even that one guy from Woodbury, Terry. Even if it meant killing his only blood relative left.

He shook his head when those thoughts flew through his mind, deciding to take his thoughts away from from Jose and the posibility of him appearing again and decided just to just enjoy the morning.

At least this day wasn't just to be just as bad as the last one when they lost Zach on the supply run, right?


Glenn watched from the watch tower how the blue truck with Izzy, Noah, Cody and Ezekiel inside drove into the prison as the group of four returned from their morning fishing trip. They all got themselves out of the truck, with Cody carrying the few fishes that they caught. Noah looked up at the watch tower and him staring down at him and the rest.

The asian man offered his friend a wave as a way of saying "Good Mornin" to which Noah offered a nod of his head. He turned his gaze away from the group of four and turned it towards his sleeping wife, smilling at the view of her, before an idea popped into his mind. He reached into his bag and pulled out polaroid camera.

He carefully made his way towards Maggie, not wanting to wake her up at this moment because it would ruin his idea. He sat down in front of his wife before taking the picture of her, waking her up from her sleep.

Maggie smiled up at him and shook her head, "Changing of the guard?"

"Yeah." Glenn nodded, "I'll bring you breakfast after perimeter check."

He leaned towards Maggie and the two of them shared a quick kiss before Maggie grabbed the picture that her husband just took of her and shook her head, "Oh, my God. Throw that away."

Glenn took the picture from her and eyed it for a second before shaking his head, "Yeah. Not gonna happen. It's mine."


At the same time Rick and Carl walked through the opened gate into the field and exchanged a look with Izzy, Ezekiel, Cody and Noah as the group of four walked past them and made their way into the yard. They turned their gaze towards Michonne who was moving towards the main gate with a horse as she was about to head out to search for the Governor again.

"Be careful out there." Rick said to the dark skinned woman.

"Always am." Michonne nodded, "Books? Comics? Some stale M&Ms?"

"You're the one that likes stale M&Ms." Carl pointed out in a joking manner, grinning.

"Then I'll definitely looking for some." Michonne gave him an assuring nod of her head, returning his grin before shifting her attention towards Carl's father, "I'll look for some stuff you like, too." She turned her attention back towards Carl, "Why don't you wear your hat anymore?"

"It's not a farming hat." Carl explained, "See you soon?"

Michonne nodded, "Pretty soon."

Rick smiled as he listened to their conversation as he and his son made their way to their farm. It was time to begun their daily farming. Rick put some gloves on his hands as Carl grabbed an empty bucket. They walked over weeds and started woring on getting rid of them. Rick knelt down in front of them and started ripping them out of the ground before throwing them into the bucket that Carl held in front of him.

Carl turned his gaze away from his father and turned it towards the group of the undead which was standing in front of the fence. He shook his head. There was a lot of work ahead of Gwen and her group, "They only took out one cluster yesterday. Probably gonna need more people today. Maybe we could help."

"I got other plans involving dirt and cucumbers and keeping people fed." Rick explained.

"Well, if you don't want to, maybe I could." Carl offered, "Could I?"

"We have other plans." Rick corrected himself as he stood up. He grabbed the weeds filled bucket and started walking towards the pig pen, "That's what I should have said."

He entered the pig pen and started pouring it into the trough as the piglets scurried towards their meal as Carl entered the pig pen. He held the now empty bucket out to his son who grabbed it from him.

"Dad, I'm sorry." He told his father, "I've been trying."

"Yeah, I know." Rick nodded, "And I'm proud."

"Dad, when can I have my gun back?" Carl wanted to know.

He didn't receive the answer to this question as a shot rang from the cellblocks, earning their attenton and everyone's else that was outside at this moment. Rick stopped everything what he was doing and started making his way towards the cellblocks.

"Stay close." He told his son who began following.

Alejandro turned his gaze towards the place from which the shooting came from as she reached for his tomahawk. He turned to look at Izzy who quickly jumped back into her feet from where she was sitting, her hunting knife in ready as Cody, Noah and Ezekiel arose as well, alarmed by someone firing their gun.

"Help! Help!" Lizzie cried out, running out of the cellblock with her sister, "Please, come quick!"

"Cell blocks?" Maggie yelled out from the watch tower.

"We don't know!" Noah answered, "We just heard it too, you know?"

"Get in the tower with Maggie." Rick told his son as they ran into the yard, "Don't argue, go!"

Carl nodded his head and started making his way towards the watch tower as Glenn explained what was going on to everyone as Lizzie and Mika just told him, "Walkers in D!"

"What about C?" Rick wanted to know, running towards him with Alejandro, Izzy, Ezekiel, Cody and Noah.

"Clear." Sasha answered, moving out of her cellblock with Daryl, Duncan, Carol, Harold, Chef, Chris, Gwen, Tyreese, Geoff and Eva, "We locked the gates to the tombs."

"We left Leshawna, Trent, Oscar and Heather on guard." Geoff added, holding his machete in ready.

"It ain't a breach." Eva stated, "Someone must have been infected."

Rick nodded his head, understanding everything that was going on right now, as he turned his gaze toward Alejandro, "Alejandro, stay here."

"Que?" Alejandro asked him, confused by his request.

"Michonne just headed out." Rick explained, "She could have heard the shots. She might be heading back here. Someone will have to let her in."

Alejandro nodded his head, now knowing why Rick would want him to stay outside, "I'll keep my eye out."

He ran towards the gate when a loud whistling could be heard coming from the woods. Rick was right. Michonne was heading back to the prison. He quickly ran through the opened gate, entering the fields and started running towards the main gate, intending to let Michonne in as fast as possbile. He opened the gate as Michonne started slowly riding into the safe area, not wanting to starle the horse.

After a few seconds, she hopped off the horse and it continued moving towards safety, as two walkers lunged for the dark skinned woman. The two undead were pressed against each other as Michonne tried to push them off, but she couldn't. The undead brought her down to the ground as Alejandro, knowing she was needing help rushed through the opened gate as Maggie and Carl made their way towards it.

Seeing that Alejandro was coming in her aid, Michonne kicked one of the walkers towards him and Alejandro quickly reached to that and placed his tomahawk in it's head, getting rid of it as Maggie came in her aid as well and took care of the other walker with a simple shot to it's head.

"C'mere." Maggie said, as she lifted Michonne up from the ground and wrapped her arm around her.

Alejandro ran over of them to them and wrapped Michonne's other arm around him, "Let's get you outta here."

In the meantime, the others made their way into the cellblock D and were greeted by utter panic from the people residing there as the undead were attacking them. An eldery man fired his shotgun at one walker, attempting to fight back before his weapon was snatched away from him by Chef who threw it to weaponless Rick.

"Are you bit?" Chris asked the eldery man as he ran into the cellblock. When the man shook his head, the host of Total Drama gestured towards the exit, "Get outta here! We'll tell you when it's safe to return!"

He didn't had to repeat himself. The old man ran out of the cellblock, followed by a few other people from the cellblock, passing by the rest of the group as they rushed into the cellblock. Izzy quickly charged at the nearest walker and placed the end of it right into it's brain, taking care of it as a shot ran behind her. Ezekiel aimed his handgun as the approaching walker and fired it, getting rid of one of them.

Luke crawled away from the walker that was feasting on the lifeless body of a man in panic as Daryl fired his crossbow at the said walker and the arrow hit it right in the brain, killing it. He picked Luke up from the floor and placed him in the cell where he was safe as Cody grabbed a little girl and hid her behind him, away from any of the undead in the cellblock while keeping his handgun in ready, not afraid to use it at any moment.

Glenn backed away from the walker that lunged for him and was about to finish it off by stabbing it with his blade but was stopped from doing so by Noah who already did the job for him. The two of them exchanged a nod with each other as they moved further into the cellblock, searching for every walker that caused all of this.

Geoff swung his machete at the walker and his weapon stopped right in the middle of it's head. The party animal pulled the machete out of it's head before swinging it again at it, this time, cutting the upper part of it's head off and finishing it off for good as an agonizing scream rang through his ears. He glanced in the direction of it and saw that one of the walkers had just bit into Ryan's hand.

He was about to run towards him and save him but stopped himself from doing so when Eva ran past him and slammed her hand right on the head of the walker that just bit Ryan. The walker was thrown backwards by the hit it received from Eva and landed on the floor. The jockeness took care of it once and for all by stepping on it's head with her right shoes.

"Karen!" She heard how Tyreese ran past her, worried for his girlfriend when she grabbed Ryan by his shoulder and lifted him up from the floor. She turned her gaze towards him and saw Karen coming out of her cell, safe and alive. He embraced her in a hug, happy that she was safe.

Carol ran towards Eva and placed her hand on Ryan's other shoulder, "Help the others. I'll help him."

Eva nodded her head as she let go off Ryan and rushed over to the others. Carol grabbed Ryan and led him into one of the cells and laid him down on the bunk. She grabbed the belt that was hanging from the wall and started wrapping it around Ryan's bitten arm.

"I'm gonna have to amputate your arm to stop the infection from spreading." She told him, wrapping the belt aroud his bitten arm as Ryan groaned in pain, glancing down at his fresh wound.

"Check all of 'em- every cell." Rick declared to his group as Sasha stepped on the head of crawling walker, making it's head explode into pieces.

Carol picked up a rag and held it to Ryan, "I have to do it now. I want you to bite this."

Ryan nodded and placed the rag in his mouth, to prevent himself from screaming in pain when Carol will amputate his hand. She pulled out her knife, ready to use it and grabbed him by the back of his neck. It was when she felt something there. She leaned her head towards it and saw that Ryan was bitten on his neck too. The fact that the bite was very small was the only reason why he didn't bled out to death by now. She sighed and removed her hand from Ryan's neck, knowing that there was nothing she could to save him.

"Are we clear down here?" Rick asked everyone from his group that was on the lower level.

Gwen nodded, "Yeah."

"Guys." Duncan who was on the upper level called out to Chef, Duncan, Noah and Glenn, "You need to see this."

The group of five moved towards him and Chef sighed when he saw that body that Duncan was staring at, "It's Patrick."

"You think that's all of them?" Daryl asked them.

"I'm not hearing any grunting or snarling." Noah turned his gaze away from Patrick's body. He placed his hands on the railing as Hershel, Dr. Stevens, Bob, Bridgette and DJ entered the cellblock, intending to check on the people who were there when the attack happened, "We should be fine. At least as much fine as we can be at this moment, which is not very that good if you ask me."

"I'll go and get Dr. S and Hershel." Duncan declared, "I'll have them take a look at Patrick's body. Rick should take a look at this too."

Daryl, Chef, Noah and Glenn nodded in response as the juvie started making his way towards the stairs which were leading to the lower level of the cellblock. Karen walked over to the cell when she heard sobbing inside of it. She took a look inside it and saw a woman sobbing over the sheat covered body. She placed her hand over her mouth as Tyreese and Geoff approached her. Tyreese placed his hand on her shoulder as Geoff looked at the sobbing woman with saddened look on his face.

Ryan let out a sigh, as Carol was unwrapping the belt around his bitten arm, "It's happening, isn't it?"

"You're in shock, okay? I want you just to lay back." Carol told him, taking the belt off his arm.

Ryan nodded his head as he looked up at the upper bunk, knowing that he didn't had much time left, "Lizzie and Mika, you care about them. I've seen it. I don't have anybody else. Kids on their own, they don't have a chance. Can you look out for them? Like they're yours?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, I can. I will." Carol nodded her head after a moment of silence, "You're gonna have to let them say goodbye. Okay?"

"Okay." Ryan nodded.

Chef and Daryl were looking down at Patrick's body as Duncan led Rick, Hershel and Dr. Stevens into the cell, leaving DJ, Bridgette and Bob alone to take care of the people from the cellblock. The two of them took a good look as Patrick's pale lifeless corpse as Chef shook his head, "No bites. No wounds. I think he just died."

"Horribly, too." Dr. Stevens shook her head. Patrick was a good kid. He didn't deserve to die like this, "Pleurisy aspiration."

"Choked to death on his own blood." Hershel stated, watching Patrick's body, "Caused those trails down his face."

"I've seen them before on a walker outside the fences." Rick spoke up, recalling seeing something like that not that long ago.

"I saw them on Patrick, too." Daryl added, pointing at the corpse in front of him.

"They're from the internal lung pressure building up- like if you shake a soda can and pop the top." Dr. Stevens explained, causing everyone to shift their attention towards her, "Only imagine your eyes, ears, nose, and throat are the top."

"It's a sickness from the walkers?" Duncan wanted to be sure if the theory that just formed in his mind was correct.

Dr. Stevens shook her head, "No, these things happened before they were around. Could be pneumococcal. Most likely an aggressive flu strain."

"Someone locked him in just in time." Hershel stated.

"No." Chef shook his head, "He locked himself in."

"He was just eating barbecue yesterday and he looked perfectly fine." Daryl stated to which Duncan nodded in agreement, "How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?"

"I had a sick pig, it died quick." Rick explained, "Saw a sick boar in the woods."

"Pigs and birds. That's how these things spread in the past." Hershel pointed out, "We need to do something about those hogs."

"Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it." Dr. Stevens said, even though she didn't believe that herself.

Duncan let out a humorless laugh, "Haven't seen anybody be lucky in a long time, Dr.S."

"Bugs like to run through close quarters." Hershel stated, "Doesn't get any closer than this."

Chef sighed, knowing that it meant, "All of us in here, we've all been exposed."


Carol led Lizzie and Mika into the cell where they saw their bitten dad laying on the bunk. The two girls slowly approached the bunk with their wounded father and Mika could already feel tears forming in her eyes at the view of her father in this state.

She turned to look at Carol, "We have to go get Dr. S."

"Honey, he's been bit." Carol explained, sadly, "The doctor won't help."

Lizzie clutched her dad's hand into hers and turned to look at her younger sister who slowly moved her hand towards Ryan's and clutched it as well. Ryan slightly opened his eyes and looked up at his little girls. Even though he felt horrible for having to leave them all alone in this world, he was happy that he had a chance to see them one last time in his life.

"...You take care of your sister." He spoke up to Lizzie, before closing his eyes, for the last time.

Noticing her dad's silence, Lizzie leaned towards him, calling out in worry, "Dad?" Her dad remained silent, "Dad?" She was once again met with silence, "Dad!"

"Come on, it's time." Carol wrapped her arms around the two girls and led them to the exit from the from the cell, "You know what I have to do. What we're always supposed to do. You can wait outside if you want. Okay?"

She turned away from the girls and started walking towards Ryan, pulling out her knife. She stopped when she felt how one of the girls grabbed her arm. She turned around and saw that it was Lizzie, "We should be the ones."

Mika tearfully shook her head, "No. I can't."

"Lizzie, are you sure?" Carol asked Lizzie, wanting to be sure if the girl was sure about it.

Lizzie nodded in confirmation, "You taught us. I can do it.

"Okay." Carol nodded as she handed Lizzie her knife, "Well, you have to do it now. You need to do it right now because you have to do it before he turns. I'm gonna stay right here." Lizzie moved towards her father's body and stared at it and Carol stood behind her, just in case if the girl was going to back away from it, "You remember what I showed you?"

Lizzie looked over her shoulder and nodded her head. She turned her entire attention towards Ryan's body and slowly moved her skaking hand towards his head. It was when she let out a gasp, which was followed by another one and another one. She dropped the knife on the floor and started backing away from her dad's body as Carol grabbed her by her shoulder and made her look at her.

"Lizzie. It's okay, It's okay." Carol assured her that everything was okay, that she didn't blame her for backing out of it, before moving towards Ryan's corpse.

"Lizzie? Lizzie, it's okay. Breathe." Mika comforted her sister who was having a panic attack. She grabbed her by her shirt and made her look at the flower pot, "Look at the flowers. Count one, two, three with me."

Mika continued to comfort her sister as Carol picked the knife up from the floor and slowly placed it right in Ryan's brain. She pulled the knife out of his head as the two girls who heard it started sobbing. She moved towards them and gave them a comforting hug.


Alejandro, Maggie, Michonne and Carl walked together through the main yard. Michonne had her arms wrapped around Alejandro and Maggie as they helped her walk because she hurt herself when she was brought to the ground by the undead. They glanced at the entrance to the cellblock D and saw Trent, Oscar, Leshawna and Heather coming out of it.

Leshawna looked at Michonne in worry, "What happened to you, girl?"

"It's nothing." Michonne answered, "I should be fine."

"Do you know what happened?" Maggie asked them, referring to the other block.

"All we know is that the walkers were in the other cellblock." Alejandro added.

"We don't know, man." Oscar shook his head.

"We were keeping our block safe to make sure none of them made it there." Trent explained, "We have no idea what happened in the other cellblock. We were coming out to check it out because we heard that the shooting stopped."

Carl narrowed his eyes when he spotted a familiar figure walking toward sthem, "Dad!"

Seeing that his son was about to rush over to him, Rick pointed at him, "Hey, you might want to stay back."

"Why?" Carl asked him, confused.

"What happened in there?" Heather wanted to know as everyone shifted their attention towards a lone sobbing woman who was walking towards herself with a body wrapped in a white sheet.

Rick sighed before explaining to his son and the rest of his group what happened in the cellblock, "Patrick got sick last night. It's some kind of flu. It moves fast. We think he died and attacked the cell block." He turned his gaze towards his son. He wanted to give him a comforting hug, but he knew he couldn't, "Look, I know he was your friend and I'm sorry. He was a good kid. We lost a lot of good people. You shouldn't get too close to anyone that might have been exposed, at least for a little while. Carl. All of you."

Alejandro, Maggie, Carl, Leshawna, Michonne, Oscar, Trent, and Heather stared at him for a few seconds, as their minds just processed the recent information they got from him. They all gave him a nod of understanding making their way into their cellblock, aware that there were a few tough days ahead of them and their group.


Chef, Chris, Hershel, Daryl, Sasha, Carol and Glenn were gathered around one table as they were middle of the discussion about of how they should handle the situation that their group just found themselves in.

"Patrick was fine yesterday, and he died overnight." Carol eyed everyone around her, "Two people died that quick? We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed. How many people is that going to be?"

Chris shook his head with a sigh escaping his lips, "Too many. That's everyone in that cell block. That's everyone here. Maybe more."

"We know that this sickness can be lethal." Hershel said, "We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone else showing symptoms that we know of?"

"More people is going get sick if we just wait and see." Chef pointed out, his hands resting on the table.

"Not to mention there's children here." Carol agreed with him, "It isn't just the illness. If people die, they become a threat."

"We need a place for them to go. They can't stay in D." Hershel stated, "We can't risk going in there to clean it up."

"We can use cell block A." Chris suggested as he placed his hand on his chin, "It has a lot of free space for everyone."

"Death row?" Glenn shook his head, "I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."

Chef sighed, "We don't have any other options, soldier."

Chris looked at Hershel, "Will that work for Dr. Stevens?"

Hershel nodded, "I, DJ and Bridgette will help Anna get it set up."

Everyone turned their attention towards the exit from the room when they heard someone coughing as they walked past it. Everyone got themselves back on their feets from their seats and quickly made their way to the exit. They walked through it, entering the hallway and and saw Karen and Tyreese.

"You good?" Tyreese asked Karen as he had his arm wrapped around her. Karen coughed into her hand and nodded.

"You sure?" Carol asked, causing both of them to to look at her and the rest, "You don't sound so good."

"We're just taking her back to my cell so she can rest." Tyreese explained where he was heading with Karen.

"Tyreese, I don't think that's a good idea." Hershel told him.

"Why?" Karen asked, confused, "What's going on now?"

"We think it's a flu or something." Chef explained, "That's how Patrick died."

"Judith was in that cell block." Hershel pointed out, moving towards Karen and Tyreese, "She's vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away."

Karen titled her head, "It killed Patrick?"

"She's gonna be okay." Tyreese said, beginning to worry about Karen, "Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?"

"Don't panic. We're going to figure this out." Hershel assured him as he set his gaze on Karen, "But we should keep you separated in the meantime. We'll have Anna take a look at you. I, DJ and Bridgette will see what we have in the way of medications."

Karen nodded before revealing to them who was showing similiar symptoms to her, "David from the Decatur group, he's been coughing, too."

Glenn's reaction was instant, "I'll go get him."

"I'll go with you." Chris said, beginning to walk with Glenn to get David, "There's some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?"

Sasha nodded, "Yeah, we'll meet you there."


Lizzie and Mika were outside in the fields. Lizzie was crouching down in front of the fence, watching the woods and flowers on the other side of it while her sister was standing a few meters away from her, watching how the undead continued to pill in against the fence.

"Gonna bury your dad. You can visit, bring him flowers." Carol's voice rang through their ears as the short haired woman approached them. Mika turned to look at her, as Lizzie continued to watch what was ahead of her. Carol stopped in front of Lizzie and looked down at her, "Lizzie, we're gonna have to talk about what happened in there."

Lizzie stood up from her crouching position and moved away from Carol. She took a few steps forward, her gaze set on the other side of the fence as she was looking for something, or rather someone.

"Your daddy asked me to protect you like you're my own and I will." Carol walked over to Lizzie who stopped in front of the fence and saw how Max, the walkers that she and the other kids saw yesterday laid on the ground, dead. Carol grabbed Lizzie by her arm, making her look up at her, "It's time someone told you the truth. Honey, you're weak. You lost your nerve."

Lizzie sniffed as she turned away from Carol to look at Max's body again, "He's dead."

"I know, and I'm sorry." Carol said as she hugged Lizzie. She released her from the hug a few seconds later, "But if you want to live, you have to become strong."

"He's dead." Lizzie turned in the direction of Max's body again, "He's dead. He was special and now he's dead." She turned her gaze away from Max's body and turned it towards her sister, "Why'd they kill him? Why'd they kill Max?"

Mika's response to her sister's question was, "You're so stupid."

Lizzie pushed herself into run and started moving away from Carol and Mika as Carol looked in the direction where Lizzie was looking a second earlier, whispering to herself in confusion, "Max?"

"She's messed up." Mika said as Carol looked down at her, "She's not weak."


Daryl and Chef had their mouths covered by bandanas, to make sure they weren't going to get sick as the two of them were in the middle of digging the graves for everyone that their group lost today. A lot of work was ahead of them today. They lost a lot of their people today and so far they had only dug out three graves.

Daryl stopped digging for a second when he heard someone approach them. He looked up at the person and saw Rick, "Glad you were in there."

"Wasn't much use without my gun." Rick stated as Daryl and Chef removed bandanas from their mouths because Rick was with them in the cellblock earlier that day.

Chef nodded in agreement, "All this time you've been taking off, you earned it. Many of us wouldn't be here without you, Rick."

"It was all of us." Rick pointed out as he grabbed a shovel that was laying nearby, intending to help Daryl and Chef.

"No, it was you first." Daryl pointed out in return as he tipped the dirt over to the side, "You gonna help us figure this out?"

"I screwed up too many times. Those calls you got to make, I start down that road..." Rick paused for a second, "I almost lost my boy- who he was. Whatever else this place needs, I'm here for it."

"Like I said, you earned it." Chef told him as he got himself out of the grave he just burried, "But for what it's worth, you see mistakes..."

He wanted to say more but was cut off when Maggie's voice cried out, "Rick! Daryl! Chef!"

They turned in Maggie's direction and saw her pointing at the fence. They shifted their gaze towards it and saw a large of the undead pilled on it and that it was moments away from falling down.

"Shit!" Rick yelled out as he pushed himself into run, intending to prevent the fence from falling down. Chef and Daryl quickly followed him. Sasha, Tyreese, Glenn, Gwen, Harold, Geoff and Duncan who were alarmed by the shouting ran into the field and started making their way towards the fence once they saw how the undead were piled against it. They had to hurry otherwise the fence was going to fall.

Maggie was the first one to make her way to the front of the fence. She grabbed a crowbar which was one of the weapons that Gwen's group was using to take care of the undead on the other side of the fence before shifting her attention towards the rest.

"The noise drew 'em out and now this part's starting to give." She declared as everyone gathered in front of the fence, making sure to be away from Maggie because they didn't want to risk her getting infected, readying their melee weapons, intending to take the undead out as fast as they could.

Everyone quickly started taking out as many walkers as they could, but unfortunely, no matter how many walkers they killed, they just kept coming. There was simply no end to them. Harold clenched his teeth as he pulled out the edge of the metal rod he was using out of the walker's head before something next to him caught his attention. He walked over to it and his eye widened behind his glasses.

"Guys." He called out to the rest, earning their attention, "Am I blind or has someone been feeding those things?"

Gwen turned to look at the place at which Harold was pointing at and saw the bloody remains a few rats. It was quite obvious to say that someone has fed the walkers with them. She shook her head.

She turned her attention back towards the fence and felt how her eyes snapped open when she saw how the fence started leaning towards them under the pressure of so many walkers leaning against it, "Guys!"

Everyone turned their attention back towards the fence and saw how it was seconds from collapsing on them. They placed their hands on it and started pushing, trying to stop it from falling down, but it didn't seem to work. There was simply too many walkers. Everyone backed away from the fence when they realized that trying to push it forward was not going to work.

Sasha shook her head, "The fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it."

Rick sighed as an idea of how to take care of the walkers on the other side of the fence popped into his mind. He turned his gaze towards his farm, mostly the pig pen and spoke up, "Daryl, Chef, get the truck. I know what to do."

Daryl and Chef nodded and ran off to get the truck.


Michonne was sitting on the bunk in Beth's cell. Her gaze was set on the younger Greene who was wrapping a bandage around her feet while Judith who was in the cell along with them was playing with some red plastic cups in the corner.

"Did you see anything?" Beth asked her, looking up from her work at Michonne.

"All I know is tht they just started taking out the dead." Michonne replied, "You should ask your sister or Alejandro, or Heather, or Leshawna, or Trent, or Oscar. They might know more than I do because they're not getting fixed up right now."

"I don't need to know who yet. I don't want to." Beth set her gaze back on her work, "I'm glad you came back safe."

Michonne shook her head, "It was stupid. I was so stupid. When I fell on my ass, they should have just left me out there."

"Now that's stupid." Beth stated, looking up at her again, "We care about you."

"They could have gotten hurt." Michonne pointed out.

"When you care about people hurt is kind of part of the package." Beth pointed out in return before pausing for a second, debating with herself if she wanted to know the answer to this question or not, "...Were there any kids? Got all these widows and orphans, but what do you call someone who lost a child? You'd think someone would have given that a name..."

Michonne's avoided Beth's gaze, not wanting to add anything from herself to this conversation when the sound of a baby crying rang through their ears. They shifted their attention towards Judith. Michonne closed her eyes and looked away from Judith as Beth stood up from her seat and picked Judith up.

"You okay?" Beth asked Michonne who was looking away, her eyes closed.

"Does she always cry like that?" Michonne asked in return, keeping her gaze away from Judith.

"I and Bridgette came up with a theory that she senses people's moods." Beth explained before coming out of the cell, intending to make Judith stop crying.


Carl was sitting on the floor in the cellblock, as he was putting together a wooden cross which he was going to put on Patrick's grave. He heard how someone entered the cellblock, and turned in the direction of that person and saw Carol walking towards him.

He grabbed the cross and lifted it up to show it off to Carol who approached him, "You know if Patrick was Catholic?"

"He said he was a practicing atheist." Carol explained as Carl sighed and placed the cross back on the floor, "Did you tell your dad what you saw in the library yesterday?"

Carl shook his head, "Nope."

"Are you going to tell him?" Carol wanted to know, "I have to keep teaching those kids to survive. You know that."

"Did you tell their parents?" Carl asked her in return.

"No." Carol shook her head.

"Are you gonna tell them?" Carl asked her another question.

"If I do, maybe after this they'll understand." Carol responded, "But maybe they won't. I don't want to take that risk."

"That's between you and them." Carl stated.

"No. It's between you and me." Carol pointed out, "If you tell your dad, he'll tell them. And like I said, maybe they'll understand, maybe they won't."

"I don't want to lie to my dad." Carl told her.

"I'm not asking you to lie." Carol explained, "I'm asking you not to say anything."


Michonne laying on the floor in her cell as the sound of Beth's singing to Judith was ringing through her ears as the blond haired girl was pacing with the child back and forth across the hallway. She sat up when Beth walked right past her cell. She kept her eyes set on the entrance to her cell as Beth and Judith appeared in her gaze again shorty after.

Beth stopped singing and stopped in the doorway as Michonne looked up at her, "Some lullaby."

"I just sing her what I like. I figure it's better than ashes or cradles falling out of trees." Beth explained just a second before Judith barfed some carrots right at her clothes, "Oh, shoot. Can you hold her a second?"

Michonne's eyes widened as Beth who quickly made her way over to her, "No!" Beth looked at her in shock, shocked and confused by her sudden snap. Michonne stared at her for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and nodding her head at her.

"Thanks." Beth thanked Michonne, handing Judith over to her. She sprinted out of the cell to get herself cleaned up, leaving Judith alone with Michonne.

Michonne held the baby Judith and kept her gaze away from the crying child, not wanting to look at her but ultimately gave up and took a peek at her, now facing the baby. She took a good look at everything that Judith was doing and could feel a smile forming on her lips, and tears filling her eyelids. She brought the baby to her chest, as tears started falling down her cheeks.

She held the baby close to her chest, ignoring that it had stopped crying as Beth made her way back to the cell and saw Michonne crying as she pressed her head against Judith's cheek. She watched Michonne for a few seconds before stepping away from the cell, not wanting to interrupt whatever Michonne was doing.


Rick balanced himself on the back of the blue truck as Daryl drove it through the gate which was opened Duncan and Geoff. He turned his gaze towards the large box that was beside him and had four piglets from the pig pen inside. Daryl drove the vehicle towards the woods and stopped it several meters away from the group of the undead that was almost making the fence fall over.

"Rick!" Chef called out to him as he poked his head through window of the passanger's seat as the undead forgot about the fence and started making their way towards them, "Now is the time!"

Rick knelt down before reaching into the box and pulled out one piglet from there. The animal squeled as it attempted to break itself free from his grasp, as Rick reached out to his belt and pulled out his knife. He sliced the piglet as the animal started letting out louder squels, and this time they were more of an agony. He tossed the animal out of the truck and Daryl drove off.

The undead surrounded the pig and a few of them started feasting on the poor animal. Most of the walkers ignored the piglet, though because it was just a matter of seconds before there was almost nothing left of it and followed the blue truck as it drove through the field.

Sasha, Glenn, Harold, and Gwen watched it from their side of the fence and instantly knew what to do when they saw how Rick dropped left the piglet foe the undead. They started putting wooden pikes against the fence, hoping that it was going to make it more steady as Daryl stopped the vehicle again. Rick let out a sigh as he reached out for the second piglet and did the same thing as he did with the previous one.

He did the same thing with the third piglet a few moments later when Daryl stopped the vehicle again. He had to turn his his gaze away when the blood of the fourth and the last piglet painted the right side of his face. He threw the animal towards the approaching group of the undead and turned his gaze away from the place once they undead ganged up on the animal and tore it apart.

He wiped the bloodied side of face with his wrist which was rather uncovered until now as Daryl drove the vehicle away from the walkers.


Carol walked towards Lizzie and Mika who were standing in front of the fence, watching the walkers on the other side of it. She stopped in front of them. The two girls clutched onto the fence, with Mika occasionally sending her sister a quick glance.

"Lizzie, those are walkers. Max was a walker." Carol spoke up to the elder sister, crossing her arms, "You don't feel bad about that walker dying. You feel bad about your dad. You loved him and he's gone."

Lizzie was silent for a few seconds before replying with a short, "...Yeah."

Carol watched her for a second before unfolding her knives. She reached out for her knife and pulled it out before kneeling down between the two sisters. Lizzie and Mika looked down at Carol who sliced one of the small yellow flowers off. She got herself back on her feet and placed the flower behind Lizzie's ear, offering the girl a smile.

"There." She said as Lizzie smiled up at her.

She returned her smile as she turned her gaze towards the walkers on the other side of the fence. She felt how Lizzie grabbed her hand. Carol loosened her grip around it, allowing the girl to take it. She smiled to herself. Maybe those girls would turn out to be alright.


The pig pen was now just a pile of planks and boards put together. He picked up another plank and threw it towards the pile of planks and boards as he was destroying the pig pen because his group had no use to it anymore. He looked over his shoulder when he heard someone walking towards him.

His son stopped in front of him, "Think the pigs made them sick?"

"Or we made the pigs sick." Rick stated, "I think we should stay away from Judith a while. Just in case."

"Okay." Carl nodded.

"I don't like it, but..." Rick was cut off by his son.

"We have to protect her." Carl finished what he was saying, already knowing what his dad was going to say to him.

Rick looked at his son and nodded, "Yeah."

"Dad." Carl paused for a second to let out a sigh, "Carol's been teaching the kids... how to use weapons. How to kill. Their parents don't know and she doesn't want you to know. I think you should let her. I know you're gonna say it's not up to you. But it can be."

Rick bit his lips and picked up the canister. He started spilling the gasoline all over the pile of wood that he just formed. He stopped after a moment and came over to Carl's side, "Thank you for telling me."

"Yeah." Carl said as Rick placed the canister aside.

"I won't stop her." Rick told him, searching through his pockets for anything that he could use to lit up the wood, "I won't say anything."

He pulled out a spiel and lit it up before taking a few steps closer to the wood. He threw the spiel and the fire slowly started engulfing the pile as Rick took a few steps backwards, returning to his son's side. He didn't stay there for a long. He stepped away from Carl who just watched how the flames were slowly overcoming the remains of the pig pen.

"Carl." His dad called out to him.

He turned to the source of the voice and saw Rick kneeling down in front of the small light blue box. He approached his dad who opened the box and pulled out a pistol which was covered by a rag. Rick pulled the rag of the pistol and held the weapon out to him. Carl slowly took the pistol from him and placed it in his holster before offering his dad a nod.

He walked away from him as Rick knelt down again, pulling out his holster and Python from the box. He wrapped the holster around his hips before checking if the Python was loaded. It was. He holstered it and took a quick look down at his bloodied shirt. He quickly unbuttoned it and threw it into the fire. He turned away from the fire and looked at one particular side of the fence which caused so many problems today.


Tyreese smiled to himself as he walked through the hallway with a bouquet of yellow flowers in his hand. He wasn't a flower expert, but he was certain that he had picked the right flowers to give his beloved one. He made sure to not make himself look worried. He didn't want to see her worrying about him because of the situation she found herself in.

He stopped himself in front of the cell where Karen and placed and his smiled faded away and was replaced with confusion. Karen was not in the cell. It was empty. The cell was a complete mess. The sheets were scattered all around the bed and the pillow was covered in blood. A chair was knocked over to the side and the sharp remains of teacups were scattered all over the floor.

He glanced down at the floor and saw the trail of blood which was leading out of the cell into the hallway ahead of him. He kept his gaze on the trail as he followed it towards the place it was taking him. With each footstep he walked faster, becoming even more worried before the trail led him to a single doors.

He stepped through the doors which was followed by his eyes widening upon seeing what was there. He fell on his knees, doing his best to not burst into tears as he set his gaze on what was in front of him.

On the ground were laying torched bodies of Karen and David.


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