I look at all of the undead that came out of that truck. We can do it. It's not that many. Glenn, Carl, and I could handle that. Hell, we already did, in the tunnels. I turn my head left to look at Carl, who's waiting for me to say something.

"Let's go, you back me up, and I'll do the same for you," I say. "What do you think?"

He has a funny look on his face, like he's deciding something. We don't have time for doing nothing, we have to help out with the new walker problem.

"Yeah, got it," Carl holds his gun and motions me out first, like our plan.

I come out from the safety of the lunch table, and run to one of the walkers turned away from me. When I'm ten feet away, I pull my gun up in front of me, and aim to kill. I'm used to the small kickback my handgun gives me. The gun no longers feels as heavy as it used to, like when I was holding one for the first time.

I'm standing in the middle of the basketball courts, pretty much open to anything around me. The Governor and his men are gone, so I don't worry about his men shooting me down.

To my left, there are walkers going after Rick, pinning him up against the gate, and he doesn't shoot them. He's struggling to get them off him, and I see someone else come near him. But the new one doesn't act like walkers. The person raises up something, and shoots it with an arrow, thus getting the walkers off Rick.

Daryl?! I think to myself. I can't see the details on his face, but I assume it's him. Another man runs out of the forest surrounding the prison wildly and kills walkers with his arm.

And that's Merle. I don't like Merle, but he's Daryl's brother, and now that their reunited, does that mean Merle's on our side?

My thoughts are pushed away when I notice Carl shooting at a small group of five walkers coming towards us.

"Destiny!" Carl yells at me, and I run up and start shooting them down with him. It goes much faster than planned, and I look around to see more walkers flooding in through the broken gate. Hershel takes one of the out with his crutch, and it's whacked down, dead. There are more coming his way, and I see Glenn's truck pull in from when he left a little ago. Glenn stops the truck by Hershel and jumps out. Hershel practically hops over to Glenn, who helps Hershel get into the truck. I turn back and look at Carl, who's looking at me with his gun aimed at the ground, as if asking, what now?

The walkers were all gone, and we should use this moment to regroup inside.


Rick put Merle in a cell and locked him in there, not knowing what else to do because Glenn wanted to hurt Merle after what he did. Daryl tried to reason with Rick that Merle wasn't a dog that needed to be caged.

I didn't really like Merle, considering what he's done to me and Maggie and Glenn, but he is Daryl's brother, and Merle does have a respect for Daryl and will protect Daryl.

We all sat in the same room with Merle behind bars telling us about the Governor and how much of a threat he actually poses to us.

"You might have the walls," He says, looking around at the white cement walls protecting us, "But he has the numbers and the guns to take you down."

Maggie was getting fed up with him basically telling us that we didn't stand a chance against the Governor and his people. I was too for that matter, but I wasn't going to be the first to say something.

"Can we put him in another cell block?" Maggie said, "I don't want to hear any more of him."

Daryl walked over to her, "No, he has a point."

"No! I'm not dealing with him!" Maggie frustratedly said, "It's your problem he's here, I don't want to see him."

"Stop arguing," Beth said, honestly not helping this situation.

"I don't mean to butt in," I say calmly, unlike the voices and attitude in the room, "But what are we going to do?"

Everyone looks at me, as if they forgot that I am not just some dumb teen, that I can have an input too.

Hershel says, "I think we should leave. We can't just stay, the Governor has us where he wants us. Trapped."

Rick looks at Hershel, then turns around, and walks away.

Hershel immediately stands up from the stairs on his crutches.

"Get back here, Rick!" He yells, seemingly pissed off.

I've never heard Hershel mad like that. We all stood, wide eyed at both Rick and Hershel. Hershel maneuvers over to Rick. Rick has his back turned to it when Hershel speaks again, with a less loud tone.

"You're slipping, Rick. We all see it. We all understand why. But now is now the time to shy away from us. You once said that this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that."

Rick now turns around, and looks at Hershel. I can't explain the emotion in Rick's eyes.

"I put my family's life in your hands," Hershel lowers his voice, "So get your head clear, and do something."