Okay, a little angst here, Jamie feels left out, and they meet the convicts. Please review!
The next day was packed. They distracted walkers while Glenn, Maggie, Daryl and Rick cleared the courtyard, dragged bodies over to burn with T-Dog, and did everything.
Still, Jamie couldn't help but feel a stab of regret when she saw Beth and Carl together.
They took cell block D, and started choosing cells.
Daryl looked around, disgusted. "I ain't sleepin' in no cage..."
"I'll take the floor." Jamie said, finding her place under the staircase. She set her bow down and dropped her quiver, taking off her belt and sat back against the wall, smiling.
"I'll take the perch." Daryl said, climbing up.
Jamie watched as Beth and Carl laughed. It looked like they'd take a cell together, until Hershel came in and Carl quickly left.
Rick was already talking with Daryl as they cleared out a cell with the most intact tolite and sink.
"We'll use this as a community bathroom..." Rick was saying. Jamie entered and looked around. There was blood EVERYWHERE.
"Somebody clearly don't know how to use a damn tampon." she muttered, looking around,and Daryl started to laugh.
Jamie shrugged. "What? Looks like some chick bled all over the place..."
Maggie chuckled at her observation, and Jamie sighed, walking out, back to her place under the stairs. She liked it- it was cozy. Everyone was busy dragging walker bodies out, and she noticed Beth was alone in her cell. She took advantage of the opportunity, entering quietly.
Beth looked up from where she'd been scrawling something down in what looked like a journal, smiling.
"Hi Jamie. You need something?" She asked in her normal, good-natured way.
She nodded, leaning against the door frame. No one was listening, and she spoke quietly.
"It's about Carl."
"Carl? What?" Beth asked, looking confused.
"He's- look, I've seen the looks you've been giving each other. I'm not blind. And it's nice. Nice you found each other, I mean. But... On the farm... He was like that with me too."
Beth looked confused, and she sighed. Normal, good natured Beth, always seeing the best in people.
"What I'm trying to say is... Just be careful, alright? He kissed me and stuff, but apparently it didn't mean much, since he moved on... Just... Ugg. This is so hard to explain." Jamie said, looking frustrated. Beth was looking at her, forehead creased as she tried to understand, listening intently.
"Carl is nice. Don't get me wrong. But hormones and shit... They do things to his people. I don't wanna see anyone get hurt, is all, so... Be careful."
Beth smiled. "I appreciate your concern, Jamie, but Carl would never hurt ANYONE..."
"That's what you think, Beth. Not what you know. And you're so nice to everyone, just... Don't let anyone take advantage of you. Promise me."
Beth still looked confused, but she nodded. "Sure, if you want me to, I'll be careful..."
"Thanks for hearing me out. Just wanted to be sure you knew." She said, before she turned and left the cell.
She could already see Rick, Daryl, T-Dog, Maggie, Glenn, and Hershel gearing up to go down into the tombs.
"Carl- take care of them." Rick ordered. Hershel was heading towards Beth's cell to kiss her goodbye.
"Jamie. Take care of Carol." Daryl ordered. Jamie nodded, embracing him and burying her face in his chest for a moment.
"Don't be like that. I'll be back soon. Look out for them." Daryl said, and she nodded. And then they'd descended into the tombs, and they were alone.
Jamie looked around. Alone, really alone, with Lori, Carol, Beth, and Carl, the ones who would be more of a hindrance than a help. Well, accept her and Carl, maybe. But someone had to protect the weak.
She looked around. Bullets were dwindling, they were running out of food... How was she supposed to protect these people from a horde if they didn't have any ammo? Arrows could only go so far.
And that was when it hit her. Prisons had armories. Armories had bullets. And by the looks of things, they REALLY needed bullets. She looked over. Carl could handle things here, she decided...
She slipped up into cell block A. It was silent here, all silent, until... a walker that only had a torso dragged itself towards her, and she strode forward, stepping on it's head, squishing the brains out...
And then the thunder of moans. Walkers from the cells all approaching, fast. Hands reached out, trying to get to her, walkers, all walkers. They frothed at the mouth, bloody drool poured onto the floors... Decaying hands reached towards her, it was a wall of horror...
She was off and running, then, away from the awful cells. She didn't stop until she was away from the reaching walkers. She stared, shocked, before finally standing, back against the door to the next room, gasping.
It was okay. It was safe. They were behind bars, they couldn't reach her...
The door behind her swung back, suddenly, she was stumbling into a walker's grasp...
The hand on her shoulder went to pull her back but she whirled, sinking her knife into it's head. She breathed heavily, gasping... She was towards the administrative building, which was adjoined to the building...
She grabbed her bow, notching an arrow and moving carefully...
Another walker came crawling, and she stomped it's head in. There was the office door, now...
She kicked it open and locked eyes with the walker sitting at the desk, firing off the arrow into his head before he could move. Two guards stood in front of a door, and she fired another arrow at the first walker, kicking the other back and bringing her knife into it.
She shut the door and barricaded it with a chair, looking down at the walkers. She found a handgun on each guard and moved towards the door they'd been guarding. The armory. It was locked, but she found the key on the first walker she'd killed and opened the door.
She stared. 4 Handguns, 1 semi-automatic rifle, 2 shotguns, a few cans of mace and bullets... She grabbed a duffel bag and loaded it all into it, zipping it... It was heavy, she loaded a pistol and shoved it into her back pocket, moving into the room with dead walkers before moving.
Rick had locked the prisoners in the other room now, and hurried to attend to Hershel with the others... When they'd managed the bleeding, Daryl spoke up.
"Where's Jamie?"
She ducked out of the armory into the office, hearing the banging on the door she'd shoved the chair against.
She stared, draping her bow over her shoulder by the string and reaching to
The walkers stumbled in, at least four of them, and she let the bullets fly. When the walkers fell she moved, grabbing the gun bag and rushing towards the hallway. All the walkers in the building had heard her, now, they'd be behind her...
They all heard the shots.
"JAMIE!" Daryl yelled. He grabbed his crossbow, racing towards the door to Cell block A...
"Daryl!" Rick tackled him to the ground. "We don't know what's in there!"
Jamie had heard Daryl's yell as she dragged the heavy gun bag behind her. The walkers were trailing her into the hallway, at least fifteen...
"Daryl!" She yelled, firing off a few more rounds into the walker's heads.
She came back to the hallway that led cell block A door. The walkers in the cells had heard the shots, arms and dead arms reached out from the cells, blocking her escape...
"Jamie!" Daryl screamed, horrified, as he stared through the wired door. He stared, horrified, at the sea of hands reaching from the bars...
"Open the door, Rick!" Daryl ordered, slightly frantic.
Rick fumbled with his keys, and Jamie crawled under the hands, gun bag dragging behind her, strap held in her teeth.
Daryl opened the door and dragged her through, and Jamie fumbled around, making sure the gun bag had made it.
"What the hell was that!?" Daryl demanded.
Jamie was covered in walker blood and catching her breath. She swallowed.
"I raided the armory." She got out.
Just then, the walkers that'd been trailing her through the hallway fought through the arms and reached the door, grabbing the wall and frothing...
Daryl turned his back to them, shielding Jamie as much as possible, moving away from the door.
Rick scooped up the gun bag and Daryl carried her down the stairs. Rick was going through the bag by the time he set her down.
"I told you to stay here! You could've died!" Daryl yelled.
"I was trying to grab some ammo- we were almost out." Jamie said, looking at him, confused.
"I don't give a damn! You see those walkers up there!? They could've got you!"
"Dad. Hershel won't stop bleeding!" Carl yelled.
"What? What happened to Hershel?" Jamie asked.
"Get in the cell. Don't come out until I tell you to." Daryl growled, frustrated.
She obeyed. The convicts had headed into the room between cell blocks, now, were looking around.
Rick bargained and they got half their food for helping them clear a cell block. She curled into a ball and cried quietly when she heard the clang of the prison door. Daryl had left her here, and he hadn't even said goodbye.