The next day, I went out early to the fence and used my knife to take out walkers trying to get in on the other side. I was about to go back in to have breakfast, because it had to have been no later than eight o'clock in the morning, but I saw Rick running outside to something. He unlocked the first gate, looked around, and then went through the second gate. He takes in his surroundings, and walks over the edge of the prison property. I lose sight of him.

Michonne notices his weird action as well. She looks at me, asking me silently if I knew what was wrong. I shook my head.

What does he see?

"We ought to go inside," Michonne says to me, "We should leave him to himself. He has things to work out."

I agree and we head back inside the prison. We find everybody in the cafeteria where Glenn is drawing a map of the prison on the floor with chalk. Carl is across from him, helping him with the map.

"So this is where you found them?" Glenn points at a part of the map, and Carl nods to him.

"We secured this, though," Glenn notes to himself.

Carl points at the map, "He thought he came through here."

Glenn nods and looks up at the rest of us.

"It means there's another breach," Glenn isn't too happy about this, "So it seems like the whole front of the prison is vulnerable to attack. If walkers just strolled in, then it's going to be a piece of cake for a group of armed men."

Beth steps to the front to talk to Glenn, "Why are we so sure he's going to attack us? Maybe you scared him off?" she suggests hopefully.

Everyone looks to Michonne when she speaks, "He had fish tanks full of heads. Some of them were walkers, some of them were human. They were his trophies… Trust me, he'll be coming."

"What if we hit him now," I say, "He won't be expecting it."

Glenn seemed to like my idea, he said, "We sneak back in, and put a bullet in his head."

Carol, who's sitting at the table, says, "We're not assassins."

Glenn stands up and walks over to Michonne, "You know where his apartment is," he lowers his voice to a whisper, "You and I could end this tonight. Or, I can do it myself."

Michonne eyes him down, looking for something in his eyes. She then nods to him.

A ghost of a smile occurs on Glenn's face, as if he were already planning his sweet revenge.

"He didn't know you were coming last time, and look what happened," Hershel says, looking Glenn in the eye, "You were almost killed, Daryl was captured, and you and Maggie," He looks over at his daughter, "were almost executed."

Glenn walks over to Hershel, about to tell him what for. I almost walked over to stop him. Glenn was a ticking time bomb right now, and if he didn't get what he wanted, someone was going to pay.

"You can't stop me," Glenn says through his teeth.

Hershel tries to stop Glenn, "Rick would never allow this."

This causes Glenn to get even more mad, "You think he's in any position to make that kind of choice? His wife is dead, and he can't think straight."

Hershel almost pleads, "Please, let's think about this clearly, T-dog lost his life here, Lori too, and the other men who were here. It isn't worth any more killing. What are we waiting for? If he were really on his way, we should be out of here by now."

"And go where?" Glenn drawls out.

"We lived on the road all winter," Hershel points out.

He interrupted, "Yeah, back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby."

"We can't stay here."

"We can't run, either."

There's silence, everyone taking in our options. Should we stay, and risk the governor coming? Or should we leave, and take our chances on the road?

After Glenn seems to be thinking about his choices, he says, "Alright, we'll stay put. But we are going to defend this place with all we've got. We're making a stand."

He sits back down and looks at the chalk map again, "Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs, we need to figure out where the breach is."

"You got it," Carl says simply.

"You'll need some help," I speak up, after standing quietly for so long. It was bugging me, and I want to get around moving and helping out. "How about I go with you?"

"Me as well," Michonne says, "You might need more help than you and two kids can handle."

"I'm not a kid," Carl and I say, at the same time.

I laugh, and Michonne cracks a smile, "I know," she says, "I just wanted to see your reaction," She smiles slyly.

The tension in the room lessens, but only slightly.

"But I am serious about helping-," Michonne is cut off by Glenn.

"No, we have enough help, and we need you up here just in case something happens."

He looks around at all of us, as if taking a head count.

"Who's on watch?" He asks.

No one replies.

"Damnit," he mutters, and gets up to go get guns. I look at Carl, who shrugs, then he and I catch up with Glenn.

We follow him into the weapons room, where he grabs three of the four bullet proof vests and gives each of us one. He reaches on a shelf and takes off a machete and a crowbar. He hands the crowbar to me, and the machete to Carl. I'm barely disappointed, because I think a crowbar is simple and does the job.

Glenn also gives both of us a gun, and grabs one hanging on the wall, where a coat would normally go, for himself.

"Let's go, guys," Glenn says, and we leave there to head to the tombs, as Glenn called them.

It was dark, and Glenn kept hold of the flashlight. I followed in the back just in case walkers came up behind us in the many surrounding hallways.

Nothing too eventful happened, we knew what was coming; the huge hole in the prison wall where more walkers have been infiltrating. I think I killed about ten walkers myself, with Glenn and Carl doing about the same. The area there was a hole, there were many walkers trying to climb with rubble of bricks leading into here, but only few managed.

"We need to figure out a way to block this area from them," Glenn tell us.

I look around me for anything to block the hole. I found a few busted pipes on the ground from whatever caused the big hole in the brick wall. An explosion, maybe? But why?

I left that mystery to be pondered for a later time, right now, Glenn, Carl and I had to try and close the wall.

"There are tools in the weapon room," Glenn says aloud, "We can bolt some of the pipes into the wall and barricade the hole-," He stops speaking when one of the walkers on the basketball courts tries to climb up the rubble into the prison.

Carl pulls his gun up, but I say, "No, it's not worth a bullet," and I walk with my crowbar in hand ready to swing. The walker tries to grab at me, and it opens it's mouth as if to chomp on my flesh. I swung my weapon at it's head, and with a sickening thus to it's face, it caves in and falls to the rubble, dead, for a second time. The corpse rolls down the rubble hill, and other walkers around seem to notice. They look to us, and start to shuffle towards us.

"Shit," Glenn mumbles, "We don't have enough time, or people to kill them all. Let's go, NOW!"

He takes Carl and I by the shoulders, and nudges us in front of him. He shoots some of the walkers that are right behind us, after climbing the rubble, and keeps shoving us in front of him.

I hear growls and footsteps. We are running now, and the walkers keep at a steady pace behind us, never tiring. I don't expect any of us to get tired after only running these halls, but we keep twisting and turning around corners, and it seems like more and more walkers are finding us. On the way down here, I know we didn't make that much noise, so we only came across the ones we killed. But it seems this area of the prison has a lot more halls walkers occupying them than we expected.

"There's the door!" Carl points ahead while running. The door's about 50 feet away, which isn't that bad, but the many walkers behind us maybe 10 feet are what make me run faster. We can't get in the prison without having at least a few seconds to open the door with keys. But I don't have them, Glenn does.

"The keys, Glenn!" I yell at him. He nods.

Glenn reaches into his pocket and runs funny during that time. His free arms swings as he runs but his hand in his pocket fumbles for the keys. I barely hear the clatter of the keys out of Glenn's pocket. I hear him shout a curse and he tries to turn on his foot to retrieve the keys on the ground.

The keys fell only a few feet in front of the walkers, and Glenn can't shoot them all down by himself.

"Carl, help me," I put my hand on his shoulder and stop him from running.

We both pull out our guns and shoot down the walkers so they don't get Glenn. I know I have ten shots, and I'll make them count. Glenn is already shooting some of the walkers. Our ears are receiving damage from the noise of gunshots, the small metal room echoes the noise which doesn't help our ears. The others in the prison must hear how close we are? Right? I look behind us at the door, and it's not moving. I guess we have to get the keys from the ground. The walkers are walking over the keys, and I can't see them in the initial place where Glenn dropped them. I shot down the walkers getting close to us, and I could see Glenn almost get bit on his forearm, but his gauntlets that came with the bulletproof vest were protecting him from getting bitten in those places. I remembered I had the same type of protection, and knew I could help at a closer distance. I made my way over to Glenn, and when my gun was empty of bullets, I used the crowbar. I smashed my way through walkers' heads, and my hair flew wildly around me, collecting blood splatters that will have to be washed out later. I shouted as I swung the crowbar at full force, and took two walkers down at that moment.

We were all fighting with our melee weapons now, and when I noticed around us that the herd of walkers was shrinking smaller and smaller, a smile crept it's way on my face, We were getting through this, the three of us against a herd of them.

Glenn killed the final walker, and we were left to look on the ground for the key. A walker kicked it from where it was before, and now we had to shuffle through the bodies to find it. The room smelled like dried blood and gore, a combined smell I've gotten used to for the past few years.

I kicked a walker over on it's stomach, and underneath it, was the small silver key that went into the door in front of us.

"Found it," I sighed happily, and gave Glenn the key. We walked silently to the door, gaining our breath. Glenn puts the keys in the door and with a click, the door opens. Light pours through the windows, and my eyes have to adjust to the lighting. But it is nice to be in the safety of the prison.

A.N.: Hey! So I know none of you really care, but I just got my first hate comment on this story, and I have to be honest, I laughed my butt off. A Mary Sue? Really? Lol, so that's just what's been on my mind.

P.S. Have a good July, and Summer! :)