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Four walkers stood in front of the doorway in an abandoned house. The doors were opened and Rick Grimes was the first one to enter the house, shooting one of the undead in the head with his silenced pistol while Chris McLean came over to another walker and slammed the back of his rifle against's head, knocking it down. He finished the walker off with a firm kick right at it's head.
T-Dog made his way to another walker and stabbed it right in the head with a firepicker as Alejandro walked over to the legless walker laying on the floor and got rid of it by placing his tomahawk right in it's forehead. The two looked at each other and exchanged quick nods.
Daryl, Duncan, Carl, Chef, Izzy, Heather, Harold entered the house right after. The juvie and the redneck went together in their own way, so did Izzy and Harold, as Carl and Chef made their way to Rick and Chris. The host of Total Drama and the sheriff deputy searched through the hallway closet, only to come across Alejandro, Heather and T-Dog on the other side of it, while Chef and Carl went into the kitchen, looking for any supplies or walkers.
Harold walked into the bathroom and searched through the cabinets, trying to find anything useful while Izzy remained on the guard in front of the entrance to the bathroom. The nerdy teenager eventually found a medicine in one of the cabinets and showed it off to Izzy to let her know that he found something useful to which the orange haired teen nodded her head.
Duncan and Daryl walked together up the stairs, heading towards another floor of the house to see if they could find anything useful there while Chef opened the door in the kitchen, letting Glenn, Maggie, Noah, Ezekiel and Gwen into the house. T-Dog slowly opened the door into the what seemed to be the girls room before this house was abandoned by it's owners and entered it along with Alejandro and Heather entering, only to find nothing.
Daryl entered one room on another floor and spotted an owl on a chair. He aimed his crossbow at it and slowly approached it, and was about to fire an arrow at it, but someone else shoot it before he had a chance to do so. He turned back to look at the person that killed it and saw Duncan. The juvie walked past him towards the now dead owl, sending the younger Dixon a smirk to which Daryl rolled his eyes.
The juvie took his arrow from now the dead own's body and picked it up from the chair slowly after. He threw it to Daryl who started picking it's feathers out as they started to head into the lower floor to met up with the rest of their group.
After making sure that the entire house was cleared out, Rick whistled and the rest of the group started to enter the house. Beth was the first one to come in, and was followed by Leshawna, DJ, Bridgette, Cody, Sierra, Carol, Hershel, and heavily pregnant Lori who had her right hand placed on her belly. She exchanged a look with her husband before entering the living room along with the rest of the group.
Glenn took a couple of crackers out from the bag, before giving Maggie one. He then held one out to Noah who gave him a grateful nod before taking the cracker from the asian man while everyone tried to get comfortable in a place where they were planning to spend the night.
Leshawna stared at Daryl who continued to pick the own's feathers out, before pulling out a tin of sardines from her backpack, knowing that this one owl wasn't going to be enough for their group. She opened it and took sardine out before handing the tin to Gwen who took one sardine out from it before handing the tin to Heather. Gwen, Leshawna and Heather decided to follow Duncan's and Harold's example and bury the hatchet a few days after the fall of the farm. The group continued to exchange the tin among themselves, until it completely ran out of the sardines.
Carl walked into the room and placed two cans of dog food on the floor before kneeling in front of it. He glanced over to Cody who handed him the can opener. Carl immediately used it to open the cans as Hershel and DJ stared at him in pity, knowing that the young boy was hungry. Rick came over to his son and picked one can up. He looked at the dog food in disgust before tossing it across the room in frustation.
It was when Chris clapped his hands two times and pointed at the window, which meant only one thing. That the group wasn't going to stay in this house for any second longer because the undead were heading right towards them. Everyone took their things and headed out of the house towards their vehicles.
Daryl and Duncan quickly hopped into their motorcycles and started them up, Maggie, Hershel, Glenn, Noah, and Beth went into the Hyundai, Chris and Chef got themselves into their large truck, Alejandro, Heather and T-Dog went into the blue truck, with Izzy, Ezekiel, Cody and Sierra hopping into the trunk of the same vehicle, DJ, Leshawna, Gwen, Bridgette and Harold got into the car that they got from the gas station, and Rick, Carl, Lori and Carol got into another vehicle.
The entire group quickly drove off, away from the house, before the walkers got any closer to them.
Everyone stopped their vehicles in the middle of the road when they made sure that they were in safe distance away from the walkers and they weren't going to reach them for now. The group started gathering around the Hyundai where they were going to plan their next step as Chef who took the map from the truck with him placed it on the front of the Hyundai.
Gwen sighed, looking down at the map, "That's a shame we couldn't stay in that house."
"Yeah." Cody nodded in agreement, stopping next to her along with Daryl.
"We got no place left to go." T-Dog stated, standing between Alejandro and Heather.
"When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off." Maggie stated, "We'll never make it South."
"How many of them was there?" DJ asked, turning to look at Daryl and Duncan.
"I and Daryl counted 150 heads." Duncan answered.
"That was last week." Noah pointed out, "It could be twice that by now."
"This river could have delayed them." Hershel said, pointing at the river on the map, "If we move fast,we might have a shot to tear right through there."
Alejandro pointed at one spot on the map, "Yeah, but if this group joins with that one, they could spill out this way."
"So, we're blocked." Bridgette stated with a sigh escaping her mouth.
"Only thing to do is double back at 27 and swing towards Greenville." Rick suggested.
"Yeah, we picked through that already." T-Dog stated, "It's like we spent the winter going in circles."
"Yeah,I know. I know. At Newnan we'll push west. Haven't been through there yet." Rick said in response as he turned to look at his wife who sat in the front of a car, "We can't keep going house to house. Need to find someplace to hole up for a few weeks."
T-Dog nodded his head, "All right."
"Someone should head out to that creek over here." Chef said, as he placed his finger on the map, "I shouldn't take long. We got to fill up on water. We can boil it later."
"He's right." T-Dog agreed with Chef, "I can go."
"I could try to catch a fish or two in that creek." Ezekiel added, as he pointed at his fishing rod in the trunk of the blue truck.
"Knock yourself out." Rick nodded his head, as everyone started to head out to do their own thing, leaving him with Hershel, Daryl, Chef and Chris.
"They can't take much more of this moving about." The farmer told Rick, watching how everyone walk away from them.
"What else can we do?" Rick asked, "Let them give birth on the run?"
Hershel placed his hand on Rick's shoulder, "Did you see a way around that?"
He removed his hand from Rick's shoulder and walked away from the sheriff deputy to talk with DJ and Bridgette who were having a conversation. The two of them became some sort of the doctors of the group along with the farmer. They learned a lot from him during all these months, but there was still a lot of learning ahead of them.
"Hey." Daryl called out to Rick, Chris and Chef who turned to look at him, "While the others, wash their panties, let's go hunt. That owl didn't exactly hit the spot."
Chef nodded his head to that, "Sounds good."
"Should I go and ask Duncan to join us?" Chris asked.
"I already send him hunting with Harold and Izzy." Daryl answered.
Rick, Chef and Chris nodded their heads as Daryl loaded an arrow into his crossbow and turned back, before heading into the woods. The three men followed him and the four of them spend the next several minutes walking through the forest, attempting to find even the smallest animal that their group could use as a meal, but unfortunely, he and Chef couldn't find any tracks. The only thing that they came across in the forest was a single walker which was easily taken out by Daryl who fired an arrow right between it's eyes.
They eventually found themselves on what appeared to be an old train tracks. They walked along the tracks for a few seconds before something in the distance caught their attention. They stopped immediately after spotting what appeared to be a huge abandoned prison and eyed it for a few seconds.
Chris looked through the scope on his rifle, taking a good look at the prison and shook his head, "It's filled with those things."
Daryl shook his head, "That's a shame."
"Yeah." Chris nodded in agreement.
"Let me take a look." Chef said to his fellow host, who instantly responded to his words and handed his rifle to him, allowing Chef to take a good look at the prison too.
"What do you think Rick?" Chris asked Rick, rubbing his growing beard.
Rick smiled, "I think it's home."
Rick, Chef, Chris and Daryl made their way back to the group and quickly informed them about what they found while they were hunting in the forest. Everyone had gotten themselves into their vehicles and drove in the direction of the prison. They stopped their vehicles several meters ahead of the prison and hopped out of them. They prepared everything they needed to clear this place out of walkers, and started making their way to the fence.
Rick and Chef started cutting two holes in the fence. After all it would be faster for their rather big group to enter the other side if there were two holes instead of one while everyone else took out the walkers that happened to be nearby. Glenn pinned one walker against the fence, allowing Noah to finish it off with a quick and simple stab to it's head while Gwen stabbed the approaching walker right in it's head, getting rid of it.
"Watch the backside." Daryl declared to the group.
Sierra nodded her head, "Got it."
It took Rick and Chef a few more seconds to cut the hole in the fence, and everyone from the group started coming through it to the other side. When the entire group made it, Daryl and Glenn started wrapping some wire around one hole while Duncan and Alejandro did the same to the other hole. One walker lunged for them immediately after they closed the holes, but it never had a chance to make it to them as the tall fence was stopping it.
The group pushed themselves into run and started making their way towards the main gate, earning the attention of a few the walkers infesting the field on the other side, but they didn't care about it.
Rick took a good look at the fields immediately after they made it to the main gate, "It's perfect. If we can shut that gate, prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We'll take the field by tonight."
"So how do we shut it?" Hershel asked.
"I'll do it." Glenn volunteered, "You guys cover me."
"It's a suicide ran." Maggie stated.
"I'm the fastest." Glenn pointed out.
"No, you, T-Dog, Maggie, Leshawna, Izzy, Bridgette, Noah, Heather, DJ, Sierra, Cody, Gwen and Beth draw as many as you can over there. Pop 'em through the fence." Rick explained, pointing at the fence to which all of the people he mentioned nodded, "Daryl, Chris, Zeke, Duncan, go back to the other tower." He turned to look at Carol, "Carol, you've become a pretty good shot. Take your time. We don't have a lot of ammo to waste." He turned to the few people from his group, and pointed at another tower, "Hershel, you, Harold, Alejandro, Chef, and Carl take this tower. I'll run for the gate."
Everyone started to getting in their positions. Several members of the group made their way to the fence and started slamming their weapons against it, earning attention of many walkers that ended up receiving a blade through their heads the moment they set slammed their bodies against the fence. Chef handed Rick a thing which the sheriff deputy was going to use to close the gate before heading into the tower along with Harold, Hershel, Chef and Carl.
Rick cocked his silenced pistol and walked over to the gate. He shared a look with his pregnant wife before the gate was opened by her. The sheriff deputy tightened his grip around his silenced pistol as he started to run towards the gate, killing one zombified prisoner as at the same time he started to receive some backup from the people on the towers.
Chris looked through the scope of his rifle as he aimed it right at the center of the head of one walker. He pulled the trigger and the undead laid dead on the ground just a second later while Daryl fired an arrow from his crossbow getting rid of a walker that stood right next to the one that Chris just killed. Rick was just meters away from the gate when stopped when he saw that someone almost shot him. He turned in the direction of the person that almost shot him and saw Carol holding a machine rifle.
"Sorry." Carol said in a bland tone since he couldn't hear her as Rick starte to make his way towards the gate again.
"Did you seriously almost shot him?" Duncan asked her, releasing an arrow from his bow to which Carol nodded her head in confirmation.
Rick got rid of one more walker as he finally made it to the gate. He grabbed it, intending to close it as fast as possible but stopped when one undead prisoner lunged at him. He kicked it, sending it a few meters backwards, before closing the gate. He binded the gates together to make sure that they weren't going to be opened before making his way to the watch tower next to him.
"He did it." Leshawna exchanged a grin with Gwen, "That crazy white boy actually did it!"
Daryl whistled, earning everyone's attention, "Fire up!"
The people that stood in front of the fence instantly responded to his words. They put their melee weapons aside and pulled out their guns. They started shooting down every walker on the other side of the fence, now that they were sure that more of them weren't going to join. Rick grinned as he got himself on top of the watch tower and started shooting the undead down with his pistol.
It was only a matter of time before the entire group found themselves staring on the field that was now filled with the bodies of the undead. Everyone stopped what they were doing and started making their way towards the gate.
"Fantastic." Carol smiled, walking with Chris, Daryl, Ezekiel and Duncan towards the gate. Hershel, Carl, Harold, Alejandro and Chef joined them shorty after.
Daryl glanced at her, "Nice shooting."
"I'm sure that Rick is going to say the same." Duncan send Carol a smirk, who rolled her eyes at his teasing, but continued to smile nevertheless.
"Eh, how long was it since we had so many space for ourselves?" Ezekiel asked.
Chris grinned, "I think since we left the farm."
"I never thought that I'll be happy at the thought of sleeping on a bunk bed again." Duncan stated.
"It's quite ironic that we're all willingly going to jail now." Harold stated, smilling.
Duncan nodded his head in agreement, "You can say that, Doris."
"How are you doing?" DJ asked Lori.
She responded with a nod of her head and a smile, "I haven't felt this good in weeks."
The rest of the group entered the field through the opened gate. Izzy finished off one walker that survived by placing her her hunting knife in it's brain, while the entire group could hear T-Dog whooing in excitement.
It was now night and most of the group was gathered around a camp fire, preparing some food for themselves while Daryl and Duncan were standing on the watch on top of the flipped vehicle.
"Mmm." Glenn said, trying some cooked fish that Ezekiel caught in the creek, "Just like mom used to make."
"After all it was made by DJ." Bridgette said as DJ simply grinned and waved it off.
"What are we going to do with the bodies?" Cody asked.
"We'll put all them together." T-Dog answered, "Want to keep them away from that way. Now, if we can dig a canal under the fence, we'll have plenty of fresh water."
"And this soil is good." Hershel added, smilling, "We could plant some seed, grow some tomatoes, cucumbers, soybeans."
"This place just keeps getting better." Sierra grinned.
Heather smiled, "I can't believe that I'm happy at the thought of staying in a real jail."
"You can say that again." Alejandro nodded his head in agreement as he sat next to her. He and Heather became close friends over past few months.
"That's his third time around." Chef spoke up as everyone turned their attention towards the co-host to see him staring at Rick who was patrolling the area, "If there was any part of it compromised, he'd have found it by now, but I can't blame him for being cautious."
Bridgette turned to look at Lori, "This'll be a good place to have the babies. Safe."
Daryl and Duncan remained on top of the vehicle when they heard someone climbing up to the top of it. They looked down and saw Carol, carrying some food for the younger Dixon and the juvie. They slouched their weapons over their shoulders and helped her climb up.
"That's not much." Carol said, now standing on top of the vehicle alon with them, holding out some food for them, "But if I don't bring you something, you won't eat at all."
Daryl took some food from her and placed it in his mouth, "I guess little Shane over there has quite the appetite."
Carol shook her head, "Don't be mean. Rick's gotten us a lot further than I ever thought he would, I'll give him that. Shane could never have done that."
"What's wrong?" Duncan asked Carol when he saw touch her shoulder, munching on the piece of fish that she brought him.
"It's that rifle." Carol answered, "The kickback. I'm just not used to it."
"You remind me of myself when Shane and Chef taught me and Izzy how to shot all kinds of weapons back in Atlanta." Duncan stated, giving her an assuring pat on her other shoulder, "It should last a week or two."
"Hold on." Daryl said, placing his hands on Carol's shoulder. He started to put some pressure on it, giving her a small massage for several seconds, "Better get back."
"It's pretty romantic." Carol said jokingly, turning to the redneck, "Want to screw around?"
Daryl snorted as Carol laughed. Duncan had to stop himself from bursting into laughter at the images that flew through his head, "I'm just trying to picture you both together."
"Do you still think about her?" Carol asked him.
The juvie sighed, knowing the person that Carol was referring to, "Sometimes."
"Do you think she's still out there?" Carol asked him another question.
"I don't know." Duncan answered, plain and true, "I don't know."
Back at the camp fire, Hershel turned to his younger daughter, "Bethy, sing Paddy Reilly for me. I haven't heard that,I think,since your mother was alive."
"Daddy, not that one, please." Maggie said, softly.
He thought for a moment, "How about "The Parting Glass"?"
"No one wants to hear." Beth stated.
"Why not?" Glenn asked her.
"...Okay." Beth said, uneasily. Then she started to sing. Everyone had their eyes on her as their listened to her angelic voice, as Rick, Duncan, Carol and Daryl were making their way back to the group from their spots. She paused for a second and looked at her sister, before they started singing together. Their voices merged beautifully, but unfortunely, as the song begun, they seemed to have finished it.
"Beautiful." Hershel smiled, earning a few nods of agreement from the group.
Sierra turned to look at Chris, "How about you sing something now?"
"What?" Chris asked the superfan, confused.
"Why should he sing?" Noah wanted to know, "I don't recall our favourite host having ability to sing."
"You don't know that Chris was in a boy band?" Sierra asked him in return.
"Wait a second." Glenn said, suprised by Sierra's words, "Chris was in a boy band?"
"Back in the eighties he was." Sierra confirmed with a nod of her head, before adding in a singing tone, "Making trouble is easy to do. But making you love me is painful!~"
Gwen turned to look at the host of Total Drama, her eyes wide in suprise, "You were in Fame Town?"
Chris eyed the crowd around him and could feel everyone's eyes on him. He just shrugged his shoulders at their questioning expressions. This answer was enough for them. It was just a matter of seconds before the sound of a lot of the members from the group bursting in laughter rang in his ears. He looked up at Chef to see that his fellow host was one of the ones laughing. Chris rolled his eyes, but smiled nevertheless.
"Better all turn in." Rick spoke up to his group, "I'll take watch over there. Got a big day tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Ezekiel asked.
"Look, I know we're all exhausted. This was a great win." Rick began, "But we've got to push just a little bit more. Most of the walkers are dressed as guards and prisoners. Looks like this place fell pretty early. It could mean the supplies may be intact. They'd have an infirmary, a commissary."
"What about the armory?" Heather wanted to know, "We could use some ammo."
"That would be outside the prison itself, but not too far away." Rick replied, "Warden's offices would have info on the location. Weapons, food, medicine. This place could be a gold mine. We will go in there hand to hand. After all we've been through, we can handle it, I know it. These assholes don't stand a chance."
The next day the group had prepared everything to take over the next part of the prison. Rick had selected the group that will go with him to take out walkers on the other side of the fence. This group consisted of him, Daryl, Chef, Glenn, Alejandro, T-Dog, Maggie, Duncan, and Izzy.
"Hey." T-Dog came up to Alejandro's side, slapping his back, earning the spanish teen attention, "Let's get this done."
"You don't need to tell it to me, twice, amigo." Alejandro nodded his head to that, tying his hair into a ponytail before taking out his tomahawk.
Rick unhinged the chains holding the gate and the entire group of people that he picked for this task entered the other side. Izzy quickly placed her hunting knife in the brain of the walker, Daryl doing the same with his own knife. Rick walked in front of the group as he took out one walker with his machete while Alejandro got rid of another undead with his tomahawk.
"Don't break rank!" Chef shouted as T-Dog left the huddle for a second. The dark skinned man picked up the riot shield and knocked one undead down with it.
They proceeded to make their way through the yard for a few more moments, taking out anything in their path until they reached one door. Rick took a quick peek at the area ahead of them and saw a huge group of walkers behind a gate. it was when he spotted a few walkers wearing riot armor walking towards them.
Duncan took his bow off his back and loaded an arrow into it before firing it at the undead, only to have the arrow deflected by it's armor. He, Rick, Chef and T-Dog moved towards them, intending to take out as fast as possible as a walker wearing a gas mask came through the doors. Izzy gritted her teeth as she tried to stab it, right in it's head, but didn't kill it, because the gas mask protected the undead from any harm.
"Daryl! Chef!" Rick cried out to the younger Dixon and the co-host of Total Drama as the walkers standing behind the gate noticed them and started moving towards them. They moved towards the gate, taking out three walkers on their way there and quickly closed the gate before more undead could approach them.
Izzy gritted her teeth as one of the walkers wearing riot gear lunged at her. She held it back, and glared at the undead which was showing it's rotting teeth to her, as the idea how to take it out popped into her mind. She grabbed the walker by it's helmet and stabbed it right in the bottom part of it's jaw, taking it out as it's lifeless corpse collapsed on the ground, landing in front of her.
She turned to face the other members of her group, "See that?"
Everyone quickly followed her example and started taking out the riot gear wearing walkers the same way as she did. Alejandro went over to the gas mask wearing one and knocked it to the ground. He pulled it's gas mask off it's face, accidently pulling the entire skin off his face. He cringed in disgust at the view of rotting skull before ending the undead's life once and for all.
The entire yard seemed to be cleared off and Glenn and Maggie were about to run over to the gate to let everyone else in, but Rick stopped them, "Stop."
"It looks secure." Glenn stated.
"Not from the look of that courtyard over there." Daryl answered, before pointing at one corpse, "And that's a civilian."
"So the interior could be overrun with walkers from outside the prison." Izzy assumed.
Duncan rolled his eyes, "Great."
"Something just had to happen." Alejandro stated to which Duncan nodded in agreement.
"Well, if there's walls down, what are we gonna do?" Glenn asked, "We can't rebuild this whole place."
"We can't risk a blind spot." Rick said, as he pointed at the entrance to the prison, "We have to push in."
They all made their way inside of the prison as quietly as they could, not to drag attention of any walkers that could be there. They proceeded to make their way through the building, making sure that everything around them was secure. Rick walked up the stairs to the small guard tower, to be greeted by the sight of a prison guard who commited suicide. He saw keys hanging from his pocket and the sheriff deputy made sure to take them with him, knowing that he was going to use them in a few seconds.
He came down to the rest of his group and used one key to open the gate leading to the cell block. The group split up in two groups and started making sure that there was no walkers in any of the cells. Maggie cringed and shook her head at the view of a rotting corpse of a prisoner in one of the cells as she checked the cells on the lower level along with Glenn, Izzy, T-Dog and Alejandro.
Chef, Rick, Duncan and Daryl walked up the stairs leading to the upper level and started checking cells, one by one, eventually finding two walkers in two separate cells that lunged for them the moment they set their eyes on them. Daryl exchanged a look with Duncan as they pulled out their knives, having only one intention of finishing these walkers once and for all.
Alejandro wiped his hands against one other as he threw one body of a prisoner over the railing, hearing it land on the floor with loud thump, which was followed by the sound of several people entering the cell block. They send Glenn and Maggie to bring the rest of the group here a few minutes ago.
Rick smiled at his group, "What do you think."
"Home sweet home." Gwen said.
"For the time being." Rick answered.
"It's secure?" Cody asked.
Rick nodded his head in confirmation, "This cellblock is."
"What about the rest of the prison?" Hershel wanted to know.
"You sure we won't get ambushed during the night?" DJ added.
"It's safe here." Chef answered, "We made sure of it."
"In the morning, we'll find the cafeteria and infirmary." Rick added.
"We sleep in the cells?" Beth asked.
Heather shrugged, "As long as bunk beds are comfortable, I'm fine with it."
"Comfy as any other place these days." Noah stated.
"I found keys on some guards. Daryl and Chef have a set, too." Rick explained.
"I ain't sleeping in no cage." Daryl said, "I'll take the perch."
The group split up in several direction and started choosing their own cells on both floors.
"Pretty gross." Beth chuckled as Carl stood behind her.
"Yeah." He nodded his head, "Remember the storage units?"
Beth sat down on the lower bunk bed, and bouced down and up a bit, "it's actually comfortable. Check it out."
Carl went over to the upper matress and touched it. She was right. It was comfortable. It was when he heard a familiar voice say to him, "You find your cell yet?"
The young Grimes turned to the farmer, not excepting him, "Yeah, I was just making sure Beth was safe. See you tomorrow."
He quickly walked out of the cell as Hershel turned to his daughter with a smile. Beth rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile.
Heather choose one of the cells on the upper level for herself. She entered it and smiled at the view of the bunk bed in front of her. She threw her things on the upper bunk before laying down on the lower bunk. She put her hands behind her head, relaxing on the best sleeping spot she's had in months.
Alejandro appeared in the doorway, "How is your new bed?"
"You already know my answer." Heather answered, "At least I won't wake up with someones dirty shoe in front of my face."
Alejandro chuckled, "Blame T-Dog for that, not me."
"Did you picked one for yourself?" Heather asked him.
"I'm still trying to find one." Alejandro replied. Heather nodded her head as Alejandro headed out, looking for a cell for himself. He eventually came across a cell which T-Dog found for himself. The spanish teen looked at the dark skinned man, "I see that you're making yourself at home, amigo."
"Damn straight." T-Dog responded with a smile and a thumb ups, before Alejandro took two steps forward, stopping in front of the empty cell next to T-Dog's. He shrugged his shoulders and entered it, choosing it for himself as his own cell.
Maggie and Glenn stumbled in front of cell to be greeted by the sight of Noah who was laying on the bunk as if it was the first bed he ever laid on in his entire life.
Glenn smiled at his friend, "I see that you already like your new home, man."
"Considering that for the last few months we had to sleep in cars or on the ground, it's great." Noah answered.
The asian man and Maggie turned away from the bookworm and entered the cell next to his. Maggie placed her things on the upper bunk, not even caring about dirty sheets, "I'm so exhausted, I don't even care."
The couple sat down on the lower bunk. Glenn started moving his fingers across her shoulder and back, "Here, let me see."
"What you doing?" She asked him.
"Checking for scratches." Glenn answered, before kissing her shoulder, "You're okay."
Daryl with Duncan's help dragged a matress out of the cell and placed it on the porch. He laid down on it, placing his hands behind his hand as he looked up at the juvie, "What about you? Cage or the floor?"
Duncan shrugged his shoulders, "I already slept on a bunk bed, even before Total Drama, in the juvie, so I think you already know the answer."
Daryl nodded his head as Duncan walked away from him towards the cell that the juvie choose for himself, hearing how Harold was talking with Leshawna and Gwen under him before entering it. The entire group settled down in their own cells and slowly drifted into sleep.
A black skinned woman with long dreadlocks hanging down her back looked around herself before moving into a small building in front of her to be greeted by the sight of two jawless and armless walkers tied into a table. She walked past them and entered another room. She looked around the room and saw that the two people she was with for the past months were missing.
She reached for her blade and but quickly let go off it when she entered another room, because she saw Andrea and Courtney laying on the floor, "What are you two doing here?"
"Oh." Courtney said, her voice was so weak, "Hey, Michonne."
"We needed some light." Andrea answered, sounding as weak as Courtney.
Michonne knelt down in front of them. At first helped Courtney to sat up from the CIT's laying position, before helping Andrea as well. She pulled out some aspirin pills that she found while she was out in the town and gave it to them.
"How is it out there?" Andrea asked her.
"Same." Michonne answered, "It's quiet."
Courtney weakly shook her head, "You're lying."
"We should go in a few days." Michonne told them.
"They're coming." Andrea stated, "You should go."
Michonne shook her head, "No."
"I and Andrea discussed this while you were out there." Courtney said, "We're holding you back."
Andrea coughed, "We won't have you dying for us. Good soldier won't leave your post."
"We'll go in a few days." Michonne repeated herself, standing up.
"If we stay...I and Andrea will die here." Courtney pointed out.
Michonne knew that unfortunely the CIT was right about that. She decided to listen to them and head out earlier than she originally planned. She walked ahead of them, with her walkers on the chain walking closely behind her while Andrea and Courtney slowly walked behind them.
Rick, Chef, Daryl, Chris, Hershel, T-Dog, Izzy, Harold, Alejandro, Duncan and Hershel placed the equipment that they found on the table, checking it they could use it to clear out the rest of the prison.
"Not bad." Daryl stated.
"Flashbangs, CS Triple-Chasers." Chef said, "Not sure how they'd work on walkers, but we'll take 'em."
Duncan picked up a disgusting helmet, "There's no way I'll be wearing that."
"I don't think that's even safe for anyone to wear." Harold stated.
"We could boil 'em." T-Dog suggested.
"Ain't enough firewood in the whole forest, Dog." Duncan stated, "Besides, we made it this far without 'em, right?"
"Who will be going with you?" Chris asked.
"We're going to need a few more people to the group." Rick answered, "Hershel will be going with us because we'll be cleaning out the infirmary."
"Do you have anyone beside him in mind?" T-Dog asked.
Rick shook his head, "No. I'm going to ask who will want to go."
"I can talk with Gwen." Harold said, "I and Leshawna talked with her yesterday and she said that she was going to ask you guys if she could come with you."
Duncan nodded his head in confirmation, "I heard them talking about it when I was going into my cell."
"I can ask Heather." Alejandro added.
"I can come too." Chris added his part as well.
"Hershel." A familiar voice rang through their ears as everyone turned in the direction of it and saw Carol and Bridgette.
"We need your help with something." The surfer added.
"Everything all right?" Rick asked them.
"Yeah." Bridgette nodded her head, "It's nothing severe."
Hershel walked over to them and Carol and Bridgette lead him to the cell where Lori and DJ were wating for him. He knelt down in front of her as Lori told him, "It's the baby. I think I lost it."
"You haven't felt it move?" Hershel asked her.
"I asked her and she said nothing." DJ answered for her.
"At first I thought it was exhaustion or malnutrition." Lori said.
"You're anemic?" Hershel asked her another question.
"If we're all infected then so's the baby. So what if it's stillborn? What if it's dead inside me right now? What if it rips me apart?" Lori asked, in a terrified tone. It sounded like she was seconds away from crying.
"Lori, stop." Bridgette said, placing her hand on Lori's shoulder to comfort her, "I wish I could say that I could say that I know what you're going through right now, but I can't because I was never pregnant, and I don't feel like I'll be in a long time. There's one thing that I know what to say, though. You can't let fear take control of you."
Lori was now sobbing, tears spilled down her cheeks, "Okay. Then let's say it lives and I die during childbirth."
"That's not going to happen." Hershel assured her.
"Why not? How many women died in childbirth before modern medicine?" Lori continued, "If I come back,what if I attack it? Or you? Or Bridgette? Or DJ? Or Rick? Or Carl? If I do,if there is any chance,you put me down immediately. You don't hesitate. Me, the baby, if we're walkers, you don't hesitate and you don't try to save us. Okay? It might have been better if..."
She paused and Hershel quickly noticed this, "If what?"
Lori exhaled, "I'd never made it off the farm."
"You're exhausted, frightened..." Hershel attempted to say to her.
"Yeah, that's true." Lori said, "My son can't stand me. And my husband, after what I put him through..."
"Lori. We've all been carrying that weight. All winter." DJ assured her, trying to find a way how to comfort her.
"He hates me." Lori continued, now crying even more, "He's too good a man to say it, but I know. I put him and Shane at odds. I put that knife in his hand."
"You know who doesn't give a shit about that? This baby." Hershel said as Lori let out a bitter laugh, "Now let's make sure everything's all right."
Lori exhaled deeply after a moment, wiping tears from her cheeks, "Thank you, all three of you."
The group with was preparing to search the prison, putting body armor. There were a few additions to the people that cleared out the yard. Chris and Hershel were busy putting an armor over their bodies, Alejandro conviced Heather join them, and Harold went to inform Gwen that Rick was looking for volunteers for searching the prison to which the goth girl responded by coming to them.
Carl put a helmet over his head which Rick didn't fail to notice. He quickly walked over to his son and took it off, "You won't need that. I need you to stay put."
"You're kidding." Carl told him in response.
"We don't know what's in there." Rick explained, "I need you to handle things here."
Carl nodded his head, "Sure."
"Great." Rick held the keys out to him, "Let's go."
Daryl opened the gate leading into a hallway as the entire group consisting of him, Rick, Chef, Chris, Glenn, Hershel, Maggie, Hershel, T-Dog, Alejandro, Duncan, Izzy, Gwen and Heather entered huddled up together and entered the hallway. Chef, Glenn, Chris and Rick shined their flashlights, giving themselves and the rest a good look ahead of them as they walked through the hallway.
Gwen shook her head at the view of a few skeletons of prisoners ahead of them, "Walker must have got them."
"We need to watch out." Izzy said, "The walkers that got them may still be here."
They all nodded to that as they slowly and carefully moved forward. Rick turned to look at Duncan and nodded his head at him. The juvie pulled out a can of spray and painted something on the wall just in case if they got lost in these dark hallways. He moved back to the group, and his eyes snapped open when he walked into someone who happened to be Alejandro.
He breathed in a relieved sigh that it was Alejandro, not a walker, "Sorry, dude."
Alejandro gave him a short nod of his head in response as Duncan joined the rest of the group. The group proceeded to move further into the dark hallways of the prison, passing by more rotting bodies of the former prisoners, with the juvie making sure to paint something on the wall on every corner. Chris, Chef and Rick took a quick peek through a corner and saw a group of the undead, who immediately spotted them and started making their way towards them.
"Walkers!" Chris quietly declared.
"Get back!" Rick ordered, as everyone started backing away from the undead.
Everyone started running away from the walkers, making sure to get away from them as fast as possible, but unfortunely, Glenn, Maggie, Gwen and Chris at some point got separated from the group as the undead came out from another corner, cutting their way. They hid in a nearby room, getting practically squished inside but none of them cared, as they could hear the undead slamming their hands against the doors.
The rest of the group ducked in another room. Chef took a quick peek at where the walkers where and quickly got himself back on he knee, "They're still close."
"Do you think they saw us?" Heather quietly asked.
Chef shook his head, "I don't think so, but I can be wrong."
"Let's hope you're not." Daryl stated.
"Where's Glenn, Chris, Gwen and Maggie?" Rick asked.
"Walkers got in between them and us." Duncan explained.
"We have to go back." Hershel stated.
"But which way?" Alejandro asked.
Rick stood up from his knee and took a quick peek through the doors before exiting the room, followed by everyone else. They quickly started making their way through the hallways, searching for their missing group members, doing their best to not get spotted by the group of the undead that they saw earlier.
It was when they heard a familiar voice say, "Rick?"
He was followed by Chris' voice, "Guys?"
And another Gwen's, "Where are you?"
And Maggie's, "Daddy?"
Hershel heard their voices and stepped in the direction of them. He stepped over a dead walker, carefully not to trip over it, his attention was fully focused on his daughter's voice. He didn't even see how the walkers eyes snapped open. The undead lunged forward, grabbing Hershel's leg and bitting off a piece of flesh from the old's man leg. Hershel collapsed on the floor, letting out a painful scream.
Rick, Chef, Daryl, T-Dog, Alejandro, Heather, Duncan, and Izzy heard this agonizing scream and quickly made their way over to him, the sheriff deputy crying out, "No!"
He pulled out his Python and one bullet to the head was enough to end the walkers' life, not even thinking about the noise he just made. Saving Hershel's life is what mattered to him. Hershel continued to let out one painful groan after another as Maggie, Glenn, Chris and Gwen ran out from the corner, joining the rest of their group.
Maggie immediately broke into sobs and started panicking, "Daddy!"
Chef and Rick wrapped Hershel's arms around their shoulder, helping the farmer to get back on his feet, as the walkers came out from the corner, having a chance to hear the shot and Hershel's painful scream and groans.
"Guys!" Rick shouted to the rest.
Daryl, and Duncan quickly fired arrows from their weapons, getting rid of two walkers, as the group started to move away, only to be forced to change direction when T-Dog spotted that the undead were coming from the hallway on their right as well, which left the with only one way to go. They started heading through the hallway in the middle, eventually coming across a doors to the cafeteria.
Chris quickly opened the doors, and everyone quickly ran into the cafeteria. Rick and Chef placed bitten Hershel on the floor, the latter crying out, "Someone shut the doors!"
Izzy quickly closed the doors, but she knew that it was going to be enough. The walkers started slammed themselves against the doors, attempting to open it as Izzy, Duncan, Chris, Gwen and Daryl were doing their best to not let them inside. T-Dog quickly found something and placed it between the handles, completely locking the doors, as the undead proceeded to smash themselves against it.
"Someone help us hold him down!" Chef shouted.
Daryl and Duncan went away from the doors, leaving Izzy, Chris, T-Dog and Gwen with the job of making sure that the walkers weren't going to enter the room and walked over to Hershel, kneeling down in front of the farmer, and holding him down to the floor, making sure that he wasn't going to move while Chef ripped his trousers around the bite, revealing it to everyone in the cafeteria.
Rick took off his belt and wrapped it around's Hershel's ankle as Maggie sobbed, knowing what was going to happen to her father. The sheriff deputy pulled out a hatchet, "Only one way to keep you alive."
He raised his hatchet in the air before quickly bringing it down on Hershel's leg, beginning to cut it out. Heather, Maggie, Gwen, Chris and Glenn all looked away, not wanting to see this as Rick proceeded to bring his hatchet down on Hershel's leg. The blood splattered around him, painting his clothes, but he didn't paid attention to it. He sliced one last time, hearing how the hatchet touched the floor instead of a bone which meant only one thing. He did it. He cut off Hershel's leg.
Hershel lost his consciousness as Rick placed his bloodied hatchet aside, "He's bleeding out."
"We need to get out of here because he is not going to make it if we'll stay here for long." Alejandro said.
"Uh, guys." Gwen said, as she and the people holding the doors saw that someone was watching them for this whole time.
"There's someone here." T-Dog added.
Everyone turned in the direction that Gwen, Chris, T-Dog and Izzy were looking at and saw five men wearing blue jumpsuits standing on the other side of the room. Daryl, Chef, Alejandro and Duncan immediately rose up from the floor and aimed their weapons at the prisoners who proceeded to stare at what just happened in shock.
One of the prisoners finally spoke up. The only words that left his mouth were, "Oh, shit."
Here we go with season 3!
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.