The sound of them banging against the door has stopped and I try and push it open to get out but something is blocking it. My mind flashes back to the hospital when I was with Rick in a similar situation. I feel defeated remembering I was only able to get out with his help. Even then, my body was stronger then it is now and I'd be lucky to even budge this thing enough to get my leg through. I decide to keep pushing at it, hoping someone comes looking for us. Us, T-dog and I. If I do get found, I get to break the sad news to everyone. It's just me here. He furthered his death so I can live, and if he wasn't so selfless I may have died in the process. I start to loathe myself, thinking of all the people I've hurt. The door to the little room springs open and I'm partially blinded by the light. A rough hand soon comes to my face, turning it forward and I recognize him "Daryl" I whisper out, my mouth dry with thirst. He scoops me up off the floor and leaves the old closet.

He places me on a bunk and I sit back against the wall, I grab some water from an old bottle and chug it down as he leaves the room

He places me on a bunk and I sit back against the wall, I grab some water from an old bottle and chug it down as he leaves the room. A few moments pass and Rick comes to the door. His eyes glimmer with something "Oh. Thank God!" He smiles softly and moves into the cell towards me for a hug. I hug him in return, happy he's here and alright, happy they are all here and alright "Thank God" he says again, burying his head into my shoulder and holding me tightly.

He lets me go and moves aside slightly, Hershel crutches a step forward to the bed and I lean in to hug him as well "how?" he asks as I hug.

"Poor thing fought her way into a cell" Daryl responds for me. I let go of Hershel and look at him with kindness "must have passed out, dehydrated." he adds.

My eyes flutter to Beth and Carol behind her and I see the little thing wrapped in her arms! My heart warms at the sight and a smile crosses my face as I stand to see it closer. I look to Rick, wondering about Lori. His faces says everything the instant they meet my eyes. Tears fall from both our eyes "I'm sorry" I whisper to him, grabbing a hold of his face. "Oh, God" I cry, turning back to the baby. "Can I?" I ask Beth, now standing by the door. She nods and hands her over to me. I rock the already sleeping baby in my arms "Hi princess" I coo to her.

I wait outside the prison with the others, most of them packing up the car to go after Glenn and Maggie. Beth informed me that a women came to the prison around the time Daryl found me, she had baby supplies with her. She informed us that Maggie and Glenn were taken to a town called Mayberry, run by someone named the governor. She doesn't know much else. I coo the baby with a song, the only one I can think of at that moment.

"Are you there, are you watching me? As I lie here on this floor.

They save, you feel what I do, they say you're here.. every moment."

Daryl comes up behind me, hand on my shoulder "stay safe" he tells me "princess" he adds on with a wink before walking off

Daryl comes up behind me, hand on my shoulder "stay safe" he tells me "princess" he adds on with a wink before walking off.

"Hey.." I call out to him and he turns "find me when you get back?" I nod to him, waiting for assurance that he will. He nods in return and gets in the car.

The day turns to night quickly, and we wait in the cell block for their return. Carol and Axel stand guard in the tower and the rest of us hang together watching over Judith. "Finally got Judith to sleep." Hershel comes into the main area were we sit.

"How are we with formula?" I ask, worried for the little one.

"We have enough to last us another month." He informs us.

Carl pauses what he's doing "i'll take Carol for some more at the end of the week."

"Your dad and the others will be back by then." Beth says with some pep in her voice. It may just be for Carl's benefit, but she's usually optimistic anyway. I put my hand on her back, assuring her she's right about that.

"We don't know that." Carl responds lowly. "Right now, Judith is the only family I got." He adds.

A scream echoes through the jail "what was that?" Beth asks worrying.

I say after her, letting them know what I know "that was from inside."

"Was that Carol?" Beth asks.

Hershel tells us "she's out keeping watch in the guard tower with Axel."

"What if they came back in for something? What if they're in trouble?" Beth questions.

"Let's check the tower, see if she's there." Hershel says calmly.

I ask "How could anyone else get in?"

"The tombs are filled with walkers that wandered in from outside. Someone else could have done the same thing." Hershel explains.

Carl stands "I'm going."

Hershel blocks him with one of his crutches "I can't let you go down there."

"My father would go." Carl stares him in the eyes. Hershel reluctantly lowers the crutch.

"I'll check the tower" I follow Carl out of the cell block and we split directions.

After informing Carol and Axel what happened, I go back into the prison. As I get inside with Beth and Hershel, I hear the sounds of more people. Carl comes back with 5 others. One of the men places a women on the ground, her arm obviously bitten into. Another man weeps over her and Carl cocks his gun "first things first" but the man stops him.

Another man weeps over her and Carl cocks his gun "first things first" but the man stops him

"No" I hear him explain "we take care of our own." Carl nods and he lowers his weapon. He walks back in where we are and closes the door as the man raises his hand to take care of the women.

"No, Tyreese!" one pretests back.

"I gotta do it" He responds. "Look, just take Ben and lean against the wall. It'll be quick."

"Hey, what are you doing?" The women asks before coming to the locked gate.

"Kid, did you just lock us in here?" The man with the hammer, Tyreese asks.

"Open the door." The women comes to the gate.

"This room is secure. You'll be safe." I inform them as gently as I can.

Carl adds on "you have food and water."

"Open this door." the women bangs against it with anger.

"I can't." Carl responds.

"Come on, man. We're not animals. Don't do this." The women protests "Hey! You can't just leave us in here! Open this door! Open it! Now!" Her anger continues and she bangs against it loudly.

"Sasha!" The man pulls her away from it "back away from their door and let the man go." He pauses "look around you. This is the best we've had it in weeks. His house." He turns to the women on the ground "we got other things to do." His attention is back on Carl "we don't want any trouble."

"Shouldn't we help them?" Beth asks lowly.

Carl tells her "I did."

Some time passes before we decide to go in and talk with them. Hershel leads, tending to their wounds. He wants me to watch as he stitches, to learn more for the future. "You can take those stitches out yourself in a week or so." He explains, grabbing his crutches and leaving me to wrap it up.

"Thank you." He replies.

The man, Tyreese comments to us "pretty nice having medical training."

Hershel responds "It'll only get you so far."

He asks Hershel while nodding towards his leg "you were bit?" and Hershel just nods in return.

Beth walks in with Judith, getting ready to feed her again "how old is the baby?" The women, Sasha asks, getting up to see her.

I get nervous and also walk to Beth, standing next to her, pretending to help "barely a week." I say back.

"to be honest, we never thought we'd see another baby." Sasha says with a small smile looking at her. "Beautiful." Beth thanks her, prompting Sasha to ask "how are you feeling?"

Beth grows red, looking at her and the others "she's not mine." her head shakes.

"where's the mother?" She asks us. No one answers, letting silence fill her in "I'm sorry." she adds.

"Man, you people have been through the mill." Tyreese comments. We all begin to head back into our living space, letting them eat together.

"haven't we all?" Hershel says back.

"It's only getting worse out there." Tyreese says, grabbing our attention "dead are everywhere. And it's only making the living less like the living."

"You're the only decent folks we've come across." Sasha adds on.

"You've been out there all this time?" I ask them curious. They seem like survivors, people we may want with us as our group has thinned.

"Our neighbor Jerry, he was one of those survivalist nuts. Everybody on the block thought he was crazy. Always preparing for the end of the world." Tyreese explains.

"Who knew?" Hershel adds.

"Jerry knew." he says back quickly "he had a bunker under his shed in the backyard. Sasha and I stayed there until we ran out of supplies." He then looks to the other two "Allen and Ben were the first two people we ran into when we finally crawled up out of that hole around Jacksonville. Used to be a bunch of us. 25 at one point."

Sasha says sadly "our camp was overrun six, seven weeks ago."

Tyreese says "and- and Donna, she, uh..." he trails off.

"we'll see that she has a proper burial." Hershel tells them kindly.

"I appreciate you taking care of us. For a while, we didn't know who we were dealing with." Tyreese says towards us.

Hershel heads out of the room now "neither did we." I say back.

"We've had our problems with people. I must be the first brother in history to break into prison." Tyreese jokes.

Axel jokes back "makes me the first white boy that didn't want to break out."

"Like I said, we have a much larger group." Hershel comments at the gate now "a close-knit group. I wouldn't get too comfortable here."

"We wouldn't be a problem." Tyreese informs him.

"It's not up to me." Hershel responds.

"Then who?" But Hershel just walks away, Carl closing the door behind us. "Please, you can see what kind of people we are." But none of us respond.