I heard footsteps from the other rooms of the prison getting closer to us. Hershel came in on his crutches, and then Maggie and Beth.

"The tombs outside the boiler room are over run again," Glenn looks at Maggie and Hershel. I follow behind Glenn and tak

"I thought that section had been cleared," Beth says, having a confused look on her face. I shrug off my vest, and hold it in my arms along with the slightly, now-bent crowbar, and listen to the conversation.

"There's a steady stream of walkers coming from outside the building," I say, to no one particularly.

"We're wasting time," Hershel says, sitting down at a nearby table. He lies the crutches leaning up against the table as he speaks.

"The governor is supposedly on his way and we are stuck with walkers," He says. "We're trapped between a rock and a hard place."

Glenn looks fed up, "For the last time, running is not an option."

His nose is flaring, and we don't say anything to him.

Until Carol does for us, "Glenn, if the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time until they push in here."

"Or if a group of them comes and knocks one of the fences down," Beth speaks.

"Okay," Glenn says, and puts a hand through his hair, "We just need to scout the far side of the prison."

Hershel's eyes widen, "You're going out there?"

"Yes."

"Well then, take a car, and do it quick," Hershel says.

At that moment, Axel walks in, and he acts shy like he walked in on something he wasn't supposed to.

"Er- uh," He stumbles, fiddling with his hands, "Can I do anything to help?"

"Not concerning the walkers," Glenn tells him, "But you can help with the fortification needed. Take Maggie and Carl, I'll take Des," He says, looking at me.

I nod to him, and shrug the vest back on, and he and I take off.

Glen and I pass Maggie, and he nods to her, but she turns her back to him. What's going on between them? I would ask one of them but I felt it wasn't my business to ask. When we were outside, Glenn and I started to head towards the cars, but we heard the door we exited open again.

Hershel was running on his crutches, "Glenn," He yelled after us. Glenn didn't stop, though, he kept going, and grabbed my sleeve so I wouldn't stop either.

"Glenn," I hear Hershel say, "I know you're not going to the far side of the prison."

At this, Glenn let's me go and does turn around.

"Where would I be going, then?" He questions, with authority.

"To Woodbury, perhaps?" Hershel lifts a brow, "And you do not need to take more people with you on your revenge run."

I almost give Hershel a glare, because I hate it when people try to leave me out of things, but I realize it's for my own good. He's right, Glenn is out for revenge, and whoever is with him will risk.

"Destiny, go inside, please," Hershel asks me, and I nod and leave. I walk off, and hear Glenn race off in a grey truck.

I spot Carl sitting on one of the benches in the courts. He seems like he's thinking about something, judging by the faraway look in his eyes.

I contemplate whether or not to say anything to him. He almost looks at peace, all things considered.

I remember the conversation that Carl and Glenn had not too long ago… Maybe I should bring it up? I tripped on the concrete, and lose my footing. I yelped, and Carl looks over and smiles.

White hair falls in front of my eyes, and I blush behind them, hoping Carl wouldn't notice my embarrassed face.

"That was smooth," Carl laughs and tells me. I notice I like his laugh. Why didn't I notice it before? "Graceful as a falling snowflake."

I shove the hair out of my face, not caring anymore about the blush. I stand there awkwardly and kick a small rock that lands few feet away from me. I fiddle with the necklace that Carl gave me not too long ago. I think back about the day after, with Glenn and Carl talking, and Glenn telling me Carl liked me.

"So, how are you lately?" I ask, looking down at my feet. Should I bring it up?

"As good as I can be, I guess," He shrugs, "What about you? I heard about the things the governor did to Maggie and Glenn, did he do anything to you?" He asks, concern in his voice.

I shake my head, "He set a walker on me, and I had to, uh, use my ability to kill it."

"Oh, Sorry."

There was silence.

"So," I started, "Do you remember the night of my birthday, and I kinda spaced out?"

Carl stiffened, "Yeah, and how you wouldn't tell me who hurt you?"

Oh god, this isn't going the way I planned.

"Anyway," I said, looking away from his gaze, "I'm sorry I held out from you, I'm just not ready to tell anyone yet. It's, private, and hard to talk about. But I know you wanted to say more, and I shut you out after that."

He was going to tell me he liked me, according to Glenn.

"What about it?" Carl asked, obviously wondering if I knew that he was going to tell me. Why does this have to be so hard to say? I mean really!

"You know what?" I say, getting frustrated with myself for not being straight forward, "Screw beating around the bush. I'm trying to say, I like you, but there's no easy way to say it. So I'll just be blunt. I like you, and I've heard you liked me, and, well, that works out for both of us. I'm no good about being smooth with my words, so you do what you want with that information."

Carl looks at me, stunned. His wide blue eyes tell me wasn't expecting that at all, and when I realize what I said, I'm mentally smacking myself.

Well I had to get it out at some point right? I try to tell myself.

"Uh," Carl starts, a blush covering his face. He looks down at the ground, and his long bangs hang down over his eyes. "I-,"

He's interrupted by multiple bullets wizzing past us, I heard one right by my ear, and I knew I would've gotten killed if it came any closer. I grab Carl by the arm and yank him down behind the bench we were at. I pull out my handgun and keep it close to my body, barrel facing the up. My pointer finger isn't quite on the trigger, but will be in less than a millisecond if I need it to be.

More and more gunshots come flying at us and everyone else. I figure out the area they are coming from and look carefully around the table to see who's shooting.

Through the fence, about 100 yards away, is a man. He has an eye patch over his right eye, has a large machine gun and it rapidly firing at us.

Even with the patch covering half his face, I still know who it is.

The Governor.

I sit back down, using the bench as cover, while I see Carl trying to shoot at one of the Governor's henchmen that saw me before, but I know Carl doesn't recognize him. He wasn't there.

"Carl," I say, "Stop shooting for a second," I have to speak loud enough for him to hear, but not too loud so others hear. He looks at me with a confused expression, but nods, and sits back next to me.

Full of adrenaline, we both are unable to simply sit. I have my back leaning up on the bench, so I turn around and peek over it to see who's still shooting. There are less gunshots, but I had a sliver of hope in my mind that someone managed to kill the Governor.

When I looked over, however, I saw him, still shooting, but at someone else. I turned my gaze to the area he was shooting and saw Rick take a dive into some of the long grass outside the fence. Is he shot? There's shuffling of grass, but Rick seems to be crawling in it, away from the attackers.

The shooting stops for a few seconds, then three lone shots from a pistol sound in the air. Does it mean they're done with their attack?

A moving truck is coming towards the prison at an alarming rate of speed. It doesn't slow when it comes the the fence, and when I was hoping it would stop, it went faster, knocking the prison fence door down. It stops midway into the field, waits, and then the back swings down like a ramp, and walkers come out. Ten to twenty of the all come out of the moving truck, and the truck trunk door swings back up and pulls out.

We are now vulnerable to new walkers coming in, and the ones that have now been dropped off in here.