We're at the prison, yay! As a heads up, I tried to look up any information of the prisoners they end up finding. I apologize if I offend anyone, I didn't use any nasty slangs but if I use the wrong terms, please correct me and I shall fix it. I tried looking up what nationality Tomas was, I found nothing, so I guessed he was of Hispanic descent. Anyway, enjoy!
The next day arrived fast for the new owners of the prison. Rick established jobs for everyone, listing who he wanted to enter the building with him. It would be Daryl, T-Dog, Maggie, Glenn, and Angela. The rest that stay behind would be the hecklers at the fence to attract the walkers. Melee weapons would be used at this, so T-Dog stuck with his fire poker, machetes for Rick and Maggie, a pipe for Glenn, hunting knife for Daryl, and a double sided hatchet for Angela. Number one rule Rick had for them was to stay in a tight formation, not to break rank.
"Ready?" Rick asked, they nodded.
He pushed the second main gate open, walkers nearby instantly made a beeline for them. T-Dog and Daryl took them down easily, letting the bodies lay to be taken care of later. All that mattered was to clear a path to the entrance. Hershel shut the gate once they were all in the courtyard.
They stabbed and sliced at any walker within their tight formation. Whatever walker fell but still breathed, Rick and Angela made sure they wouldn't get up.
"Get tight! Get tight!" Glenn barked as they ventured further to more crowded walkers.
The others started banged and yelling at the fence to get other walkers attention to help clear further that had walkers further from their tight rank. This would make sure no stranglers caught them by surprise. Reaching to an underpass of a catwalk, T-Dog spotted a riot guard shield.
"Don't break rank!" Rick barked at him.
"We need that!" T-Dog argued, grabbing the shield.
"T! T!"
He used the new defense to shove a nearby walker to the ground, Maggie ran over and stabbed it instantly in the head.
"Maggie!" Rick yelled, having her return to their grouping as they moved further to the back. "We're almost there."
Rick pushed a door open, finding no walker inside. But once he turned the corner, he found a whole lot of them staggering about. He hissed out a curse, pressing himself against the wall, urging the others as well not to get spotted. Angela panted at the progress of their work so far, but her eyes got something moving behind a dumpster.
"Rick." She whispered, pointing her axe to see walkers in riot gear emerging from the trash bin.
Daryl inched closer, his crossbow raised just as two more riot walkers came around and spotted them. He fired his bolt only to be deflected by the head wear, covering its face. Finding his weapon useless, Daryl stepped back as Rick and T-Dog took lead once more to take them out with their own weapons. Angela stepped back, only to hear a snarling behind her. She turned around, finding walker in a gas mask emerge from behind the door Rick had failed to check thoroughly. Maggie slammed her machete against the head, only to still be blocked by the head gear, then shoved it away from the blonde.
Rick and T-Dog found it impossible to each their skulls, the head gear was unable to be reached to lift it off without the risk of getting bit.
"Daryl!" Rick bellowed, knocking the riot walker down and making a break for the back gate that held too many walkers to deal with.
He ran over, just after stabbing a female walker and slammed it shut for Rick to secure it with chains. Maggie and Angela still wrestled with the riot walkers, they knew how to get to the skull, but found the procedure impossible. Angela held it back, managed against its heavy weight barely as Maggie finally reached it's head back. She stabbed her blade through the jaw and to the brain, letting it crumble to the ground before them.
T-Dog and Glenn were amazed as the women beamed at them. "See that?"
Taking the same idea as the girls did, Glenn lifted the head and T-Dog stabbed his poker into it's head. Angela smiled and turned, just as the third riot walker reached for her. His head was bent forward as Daryl stabbed it from the back and pushed it away from her. The two shared a look, clearly a thanks from one and a welcome from the other. Rick kicked the gas masked walker in the knee then in the chest to the ground. He ripped the mask off as the flesh went with it. With utter disgust at the sight of it, he stabbed his machete into its head, as it split into to and splatters its blood all over him. Maggie ran back to the back gate, taking out the final riot walker that Rick had tackled earlier.
The only walkers left to deal with for now were whatever was inside and against the back gate who clawed at the fencing for their flesh. They all took a breather, assessing the damage of the amount they had killed for the inner yard. Angela jogged to the front, seeing the building on the right called 'C Block' on the brick wall.
Glenn made a run to let the others in, who were eagerly waiting at the second main gate. "Stop." Rick ordered as they looked around waiting for any more walkers to come out.
"Well, it looks secure." Glenn said.
"Not from the look of that courtyard over there." Daryl told, pointing at the hungry walkers. Then down to the female walker he killed earlier. "N' that's a civilian."
Angela frowned, a walker not wearing prison or guard clothing. "Maybe a visitor at the time?" She inquired, wiping the blood and sweat off her face.
Daryl shook his head. "Don't seem right."
"So, the interior could be overrun with walkers from outside the prison." T-Dog concluded, though where was the question.
Glenn didn't like the sound of this once was secure place not as such. "Well, if there's walls down, what are we gonna do? We can't rebuild this whole place."
Angela shook her head, trying to stay optimistic of it. "It could just be a fencing or such, maybe an easy fix."
"We can't risk a blind spot." Rick told with a sigh. "We have to push in."
Rick made his way to the entrance of cell block C that Angela saw on the wall before. The others at the gate looked questioningly to where they were going. She held an index finger up to them, giving them the signal to wait. They walked up the steps, Rick and Daryl taking lead as the approached the door. Daryl sheathed his knife and rose his loaded crossbow, Rick gave the nod to open it. But once they did, they were met with a bars, as in a cell door. They slowly entered, Rick pushed the door opened as it echoed out a large creak of the hope to be empty area. Glenn shut the outside door behind them, as they took in the sight of Block C.
It was dark with only the sun to give them light shining through the large windows. Garbage and who knows what else was scattered along the ground and under the lunch tables. This must of been where the prisoners ate, Angela stepped down the stairs spotting the possible cells in the back. Her green eyes took in the room spotting a catwalk leading into a guard room where the prisoners were watched from above. In the corners were little fenced areas, possibly where storage was kept, Angela guessed.
She had never been in a prison before, it's been threatened many times in her rebellious teen years, but never had she entered one. Angela let her feet take her toward the cells, but saw the door was locked when she shook it. She looked to Daryl, who in turn looked to Rick to see if keys could be found. Rick pointed his machete toward the guard room, giving he was going to check there.. Glenn and Maggie checked two other cell doors on both ends of the rooms, finding them locked and secured. They all looked up, as Rick entered the room and froze to find a guardsman leaning back and blood on the glass behind his head. He poked its chest, waiting for a reaction, but proved that he had 'opted' out when no movement gained Rick's new attention, were a ring of keys hanging from his belt. He unclipped them, and rose up his hand to show them to the others, they had full access to the cells.
Rick came down the steps and approached the door, slipping his arm through to unlock it. Once the click was heard, they opened the door and walked in, checking for any walkers left inside there. Angela eyed the upper cells and lower cells, following Daryl up with her hatchet ready in her hand.
Any cells on the first floor that held bodies, they were dead already from a bullet to the head, not turned. Rick checked a cell door that was locked, deciding not to bother with it now. Daryl and Angela were up above, and heard a loud thud when Rick joined them. She nodded for them to check down further as she turned to check the other end.
The two men slowly walked, Daryl's crossbow ready for anything to jump out. Though, instead of something jumping out of the opened cells, a walker shot its arms out through a locked cell. They continued, finding a second one, locked in as well. The two looked to one another, someone had locked these two in and left them. Not needing to now why, they took their blades and sliced their heads in, letting them lean or fall against the doors.
"Glenn, Maggie." Rick called, who looked up at him from above. "Let the others know it's safe to enter." The two nodded and jogged out. "T-Dog, let's clear these bodies out."
Rick unlocked the cells and Daryl rolled the first body off the ledge and let it fall to the ground with a sickening thud. Angela came around, looking into each cell, feeling apprehensive of this suddenly.
Almost sensing her emotions, Daryl looked over to her. "Ya doin' okay?"
Angela smiled tiredly at him with a nod. "Yeah, I'm just glad we found a bed to sleep in." She shook her head at that. "Us I mean, as a group." She corrected.
Daryl nodded, ignoring her slip of the tongue. "It's no condo, but it'll do." He rolled the second body over as T-Dog started dragging it away to take outside.
Everyone filed in, their belongings and personal items carried in with them.
"What do you think?" Rick asked as they all came in.
"Home sweet home." Glenn grumbled, though it being out of tiredness or the choice of their home, it was unclear.
"For the time being." He replied.
Lori looked around, seeing Angela and Daryl up again leaning on the railings. "It's secure?" She asked.
"The cell block is." He told, watching her reaction to it all.
"What about the rest of the prison?" Hershel asked.
"In the morning, we'll find the cafeteria and infirmary." Rick told, walking over to them.
"We sleep in the cells?" Beth asked with hesitance as she eyed them up.
Rick looked to her, "I found keys on some guards. Daryl has a set, too."
"I ain't sleepin' in no cage." Daryl muttered, walking past Angela toward the stairs. "I'll take the perch."
She didn't blame him, she herself felt uncomfortable sleeping in what would be a cage for humans, essentially. Made to keep criminals locked up. Everyone started spanning out to find their cells, Angela looked down at Kaylee as she peeked into them.
"Up here sis, they got bunk beds." She called, earning a childish grin as she made her way up.
"I call top!" She told, earning a sigh from Angela. Kaylee walked over and entered the cell, tossing her things right onto the top bunk.
Angela leaned back against the railing watching her. "Find, but don't step on me when you climb down it." She chuckled, earning a laugh back as Kaylee climbed up to test the mattress.
Lori and Carol came up, giving smiles as they took the cell next to the sisters. "We promise not to be loud neighbors." Carol joked as she helped Lori unload their things.
A clatter was heard, Angela looked toward the perch seeing Daryl had dragged one of the mattress out of the cells to use as a bed. He took his poncho out and bunched it up to use as a pillow, plopping down onto the bed. He looked up, seeing her watching him as he made his bed like a bird creating a nest. The smile she sent was a soft gentle one, one he found himself admiring at times. Looking away, she felt her cheeks eat up at his baby blues staring and entered her cell. Through their times o the road, Angela had grown fond of being close to everyone. At night, sleeping against Carol, Kaylee, and at times found herself snuggled against the redneck. A small feeling in her stomach wanted her to share a cell with him, but didn't want to leave her sister alone nor crowd Daryl. Maybe he needed the space, now thinking it through.
Angela plopped down on the lower bunk, feeling the mattress wasn't the best, but it beat the cold dirt any day.
"It's no king mattress, but it works." She heard Kaylee said, as her weight shifted above her. "Maybe get some sleep finally, huh?"
"Yeah, finally." Angela mumbled, taking her beanie from out of her bag and sliding it on her head. Getting to her feet, she got out two blankets, tossing one to Kaylee. "Lay it over the mattress, god knows what's crawling in it."
Kay laughed, peering down at her sister who used the second blanket to cover her bed. "Don't mind your face in dirt, but this bothers you?"
Angela pointed a finger at Kay, "I'll take worms in my hair than maggots any day." she countered. Without another word, they laid in their bed and got comfortable to sleep for the night.
When the night came, Angela found herself wide awake and frustrated. Her body begged for sleep, but her mind refused to let it happen. Judging by the soft silence, everyone else had fallen asleep by this time. With a sigh, she sat up and passed his hands over her face. Her mind was now used to staying up late from the watching shifts she had taken, but something had been bugging her from the back of her mind. Something that kept her awake, and she couldn't figure out why.
Angela looked out her cell, tempted to go out, but she was sure Rick wouldn't allow it. With a sigh, she laid back down to stare at the mattress above her where her sister slept. A few times she rubbed her eyes, laid her arm over them to try and relax but nothing worked.
"C'mon, tomorrow is another big day." She whispered to herself, grinding her palms into her eye sockets.
The next day came, again, too fast for Angela. Everyone well rested, but her and possibly Rick. It was noticed he rubbed at his eyes now and again from taking watch last night- All night. The group had found some weapons and gear taken off the riot walkers the day before. They all gathered around the table to look them over, Angela picked up the weighed smoke grenades, nodding at the feel of them.
"Not bad." Daryl said, checking the flashlights that were much more powerful than their current ones.
"Flashbangs, CS Triple-Chasers." Rick looked over the items in his hands as they all looked to him. "Not sure how they'd work on walkers, but we'll take them."
"And the-" Angela heard the grotesque sound of gooey liquid spilling as Daryl turned over one of the riot helmet that oozed out the melted flesh. "Gear?"
"I ain't wearin' this shit." He told, dropping the helmet and checking if any got on his hand.
T-Dog held a glove that allowed more nasty ooze to drip out. "We could boil 'em."
"Hell, no." Angela told, shaking her head at him.
"Ain't enough firewood in the whole forest. No." Daryl refused, picking up a beating stick. He took a step back and swung it a few times to get a feel of it.
"I think my steel baton will be better." She told, patting it on her thigh.
"Hershel?" Everyone looked to Carol calling for him.
"Everything alright?" Rick asked, seeing it was the doctor of the group she was asking for.
"Yeah, nothing to worry about." She dismissed, leading Hershel to the cells.
Angela and Daryl looked to Rick, he didn't question it any further and continued checking the clips i the guns. She glanced to Daryl, as she shook the flashbangs by his head, she quickly lowered his arm.
"Careful, who knows how that goes off." She scolded, earning a look from him. Then again, she didn't know about it herself. "How does it work, anyway?"
He showed it to her, pointing at the pin that stuck out of the silver cylinder. "Won't go off unless ya pull that there." He told, hooking his finger around it. "Yank it hard n' toss it."
Angela nodded, picking up another. "Got it."
Rick looked to her, "Angela, I'm gonna have ya stay here." just as he expected she looked distasted at that notion. "Need you to stay by Lori, Hershel is gonna join us."
"The more the better, right?" She tried to convince, glancing to Daryl who had no word in on this decision.
"I already got Maggie and Glenn coming, Daryl too. Having Hershel will replace your spot." He tried to explain, Angela didn't want to be kept back and hasn't been yet. "You and Carol were trained to help Lori if anything happens, I rather both of you here than one or none of you."
Angela nodded, seeming to understand. "Got it, I'll keep track of Lori and the others."
Rick patted her shoulder in thanks as he shoved an extra gun in his back waistband. Angela had a feeling it could be from her recent exhaustion and lack of sleep, were there bags under her eyes? Has she been yawning too much and gave the idea that she needed a break?
Everyone started gearing themselves in the salvageable riot outfits they got. Rick was setting T-Dog up and Maggie setting her father up. Angela held up one to Daryl, who refused to put one on. She sighed and tossed it to the ground giving him a look. Kaylee and Beth giggled, looking to see Carl trying to wear one of the helmets that were excluded of walker skin and ooze. When he looked up, he saw the girls giggling, Carl blushed and smiled in return.
Rick noticed, and took it from his son who looked up in question. "You won't need that. I need you to stay put."
"You're kidding." Carl retorted at the order, placing his hat back on.
"We don't know what's in there." He tried to reason, gently yet sternly to him. "Something goes wrong, you could be the last man standing. I need you to handle things here."
With ease, Carl nodded in understanding. "Sure."
"Great." Rick handed him his set of keys, as Daryl had an extra set hanging from his hip. "Let's go."
Angela patting Daryl's arm, getting his attention as he made the move to leave first. "You're not wearing any protection, you better be safe in there." She told, holding a stern finger at his face.
Daryl scoffed her worry away, but saw how serious she was. He nodded, reaching up to pat her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "We'll be back in one piece."
She smiled reaching for his arm giving a gentle squeeze in return. They let each other go, as he and rest made their way to search for the cafeteria. Carl closed the door and locked it, as he, Beth and Carol watch them disappear around the corner. They all were worried, whenever they split up fear of something happening plague their minds.
"I'm surprised Rick said to stay behind." Kaylee mentioned, stepping behind her sister.
Angela turned to her. "You told him to do so." By the questioning look, that wasn't the case. "I thought, because of how tired I was-"
"Daryl told Rick to let you off today." Kaylee shrugged, "I overheard them this morning, he wanted you to get some sleep today." she confirmed.
Angela bit her lip, hands on her hips as she shook her head. "Gonna kill that man." Carol chuckled as she earned a look from Angela. "Shut up."
Earning a teasing group of giggles from them, Angela turned to go back to her cell to try and rest. She saw Lori leaning on the railing, their eyes met. Worry was shown in those brown eyes, Angela walked up to her with a soft smile.
"You doing okay?" She asked, earning a rushed nod from her. Angela tilted her head, leaning her elbows on the railing. "You sure?"
Lori sighed, "Just scared, I haven't felt the baby move in a while." she told.
Angela tried not to frown, it would worsen her fear of the baby's condition. Kids and teens, Angela was good at that. Pregnancies, not so much. "Any pain?"
She shook her head, earning a nod from Angela. "I don't know much on pregnancies, but they said if there is no pain or spotting, that's good. Right?"
Lori almost chuckled at her words, "I'm surprised." Angela frowned at her in question. "Ever thought on having kids, before this all happened?"
This conversation seemed to be calming Lori down from her fear, Angela decided to muse her for her sake. "Yes and no. Yes, that I always wanted my own kids. No, that I didn't want some man holding me down."
"Oh, that's what really kept it happening?" Angela nodded, tapping her thumb on the railing. "Did you have anyone special before?"
"Nah, there was this one fellow teacher that always wanted to try and get with me." Angela chuckled, shaking her head. "He may have looked clean cut, but he was a complete animal."
The two took in the silence, she sighed and turned to enter her cell. Angela followed, leaning against the doorway as Lori sat down on her bed. "I'm sorry for that time." She told, Angela tilted her head. "When I slapped you, back in Savannah. I-"
Angela raise a hand, stopping her. "I let that go, a while ago. Don't worry about it, I would've been the same way." She shrugged, "Hell, I was pretty unstable when you first met me." Angela joked.
Lori chuckled, nodding at her. "Go get some rest. There's nothing we can do but wait for them to get back."
Deciding to leave Lori, she turned to enter her cell right next door. Angela sighed, looking around the disgusting room. Some blood was still stained on the wall mixed with grime and dirt of the cell being uncared for. She kicked her bag out of the way and sat down on the bed, laying back with a soft groan. Shifting and rolling her shoulders, Angela folded her hands onto her stomach and closed her eyes to get some sleep.
Ten minutes went by, then twenty, about a half hour later and still couldn't sleep. Angela let out a frustrated growl and shot up, only to hit her head onto the bunk above her. She laid back down, rubbing her now aching forehead.
"Still can't sleep." Angela determined, slowly sitting up and getting to her feet.
Looking around, she didn't have the energy to clean, nor the feel to want to. Angela left her cell and made her way downstairs to check on the others. She saw Kaylee and Beth in her and Hershel's cell, Carl by the door talking with them. Carol was glued to the cell, not daring to move as she awaited their return. Angela got to the final step just as she heard yelling echoing in the distance.
"What's that?" Kay asked, poking her head out.
"Is it them?" Angela asked, approaching beside Carol as more yelling came closer.
"Open the door!" Hollered Rick, the sound of rushed steps and metal clattering against pavement was heard. "It's Hershel! Carl!"
Carl rushed right over to unlock the door. Everyone gasped in shock as they saw Hershel being wheeled in, his lower right leg missing! Beth screamed in horror, as Kay held her back so they could wheel him in. Them, Carol and Lori rushed after to help stop the bleeding. Angela saw Glenn and Maggie pushing the cart, then T-Dog rushing over slamming the door. But, where was Daryl?
"Stay there, keep it shut." T-Dog told her, and left her in a hurry.
As much as she wanted to listen, Angela opened the door and squeezed through, shutting it behind her. She removed her gun, wondering if walkers could be chasing them, thinking the men needed back up.
She came around, seeing Daryl perched by a table as he aimed his crossbow at the wide open door to where they had just emerged. Angela took silent side steps, hearing voices and footsteps echoing from the darkness. Seeing how the hunter wasn't in any rush to shut the door or keep anything at bay, proved it was not walkers coming toward them.
"Daryl?" Angela hissed softly, only to earn a shush from him. He kept his sights on the doorway but gave no indication of a bother she was there.
A man appeared, dark hair kept back in a messy ponytail and thin mustache above his lip. He wore a wife beater and had the prison uniform with the upper half tied around his waist. Angela slowly side stepped, seeing the confused but possibly threat of a man come in as more men followed after him. Her grip on her gun tightened, she slowly rose it up once she spotted the grip of a gun within his waist.
Two African-Americans emerged, one being thin and small while the other was build and tall. A white man with light blond hair looking something to be out of a biker gang with his facial hair cautiously followed. The last man was a third African-American holding a stick at his side, he was much bigger than the second dark man. Angela hadn't expected to actually find living people here, but seeing their clothing they were all prisoners here. That just made this encounter more dangerous.
"Cell block C." The first man that entered spoke. "Cell 4, that's mine, gringo." Judging by his choice of words, Angela guessed he was of possibly Spanish of some sort. "Let me in." He demanded.
"Today's yer lucky day, fellas." Daryl started, not moving an inch from his spot. "You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. Yer free to go."
"What you got going on in there?" The Spanish man asked.
"It doesn't concern you." Angela told, her voice as thick as Daryl's.
The man's dark eyes waved over her, not in a way that she welcomed. He reached down for his gun, "Don't be telling me what's my concern." he hissed.
She took a stance and aimed her gun up at his head as Daryl stepped off the seat and stood closer.
"Chill, man." The biggest black man said. "Dude's leg is messed up." He tried to reason. "Besides, we're free. Why are we still in here?"
"Man's got a point." Daryl agreed.
"Yeah, and I gotta go check on my old lady." The third one mentioned.
The Spanish man, clearly taking leader of their little prison group, glared at the Daryl and Angela. "A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in." He shrugged. "Got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go."
"Why don't ya go find out?" Daryl growled at him.
"Maybe we'll just be going." The blond man agreed, clearly not wanting any scuffle of any kind.
"Hey, we ain't leaving." The Hispanic leader barked.
"Never heard of prisoners actually wanting to stay." Angela scoffed earning a dark look from the man.
"Hows about you stay out of this before you get hurt, pretty girl." He offered, waving his gun that made Daryl tense.
Angela stayed in her spot, cocking her gun. "Wanna run that by me again?"
"You ain't coming in." T-Dog came around the corner, pointing his gun at the man to which he pointed right back.
"Hey, this is my house, I go where I damn well please." He barked, voice echoing around them.
"Times have changed, just take your leave while you can." Angela ordered them, nodding to the door that lead outside.
This time he aimed his gun at her, to which she evened the score with her own. "Stay out of this, bitch!"
Those who were tending to Hershel's bleeding leg had heard the yelling. "What was that?" Beth questioned, as she hadn't heard those voices before.
"Prisoners, survivors." Rick answered, Lori gasped in fear. "It's alright, everybody stay put."
"Rick, my sister won't hesitate to blow their heads off. You gotta calm her down." Kaylee told, hearing her voice in the arguing that consisted of Daryl and another man.
He hadn't even noticed the said sister wasn't with them. She must have gone out while the door was unoccupied. Rick rushed out, while Kaylee returned to helping them stop the bleed for Hershel's freshly amputated leg. The arguing was growing loudly, mostly with Daryl barking back whenever the man opened his mouth and demanded his cell back. Angela kept ordering them to leave, in which the man responded with sexist comments that only boiled her anger more.
"There ain't nothin' for ya here!" Daryl yelled at them, growing just as pissed off as Angela was. "Why don't ya go back to yer own sandbox?"
Rick came around, "Hey! Hey, hey!" He hollered, silencing everyone to hear him. "Everyone relax. There's not need for this."
The man seemed to noticed the number of them they first saw and the voiced from earlier, along with Angela being a new face to see. She glanced to Rick, and back at him noticing some staring at her for some reason. "How many of you in there?"
"Too many for you to handle." Was Rick's reply with a hint of a threat in there.
He looked confused all of a sudden, looking between the four of them. "You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?"
Daryl and Rick shared quick side glances, Angela did the same toward Rick. Hadn't they known was was going on? What had happened almost a year ago? Rick almost compinstated, thinking they had no clue on what was going on outside. It was like when he first awoke from his coma to find the world as it is.
"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" Rick asked.
The Hispanic adjusted his grip, half shrugging at him as he eyed the others. Once again, the eyes ogling Angela a bit longer than the men. "Going on like ten months."
"A riot broke out." The big man said, they looked to him. "Never seen anything like it."
"Attica on speed, man." The blond, with a surprisingly thicker accent than Daryl's, spoke up.
"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, then coming back to life?" The thinner one said, shrugging at the memory. "Crazy."
"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us sit tight, threw me his piece, said he'd be right back." The Hispanic explained.
"Clearly that was a lie." Angela muttered, giving a short glance to the guard room above where they found said dead guard.
The third black man nodded in near agreement. "That was two hundred and ninety-two days ago."
The blond looked back at him, "Ninety-four according to my calculat-"
"Shut up!" The Hispanic demanded, the blond looked down in obedience. Angela started to question how they lasted longer than a month, alone.
"We were thinking that the Army or the National Guard should be showing up any day now."
"There is no Army." Rick simply said.
"What do you mean?" The hostile man asked.
"There's no government, no hospitals, no police." Rick shook his head at them, waving his arm. "It's all gone."
The men were stunned, jaws hung and stares locked on them.
"For real?" The blond asked.
"Serious." Rick nodded in confirmation.
"What about my moms?"
"My kids? My old lady?"
Angela tried to fight off the feeling of sympathy for the men, they looked heart broken by the fact their families were long dead. It made her think of when she and Kaylee tried to get to their parents, only to find them dead in their home. She locked her jaw and kept her aim, seeing no look of the same sadness in the Hispanic man.
"Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families from." The one black man asked, stepping forward with a look of fear and dread.
Angela shook her head, feeling slightly for some of them. "I'm sorry-"
"Ya just don't get it, do ya?" Daryl questioned, cutting her off.
"No phones. No computers." Rick added.
Everyone's weapons started to lowered once the leader's gun was now aimed to the ground. Angela glanced to Daryl noticing he was standing beside her now. He didn't like the looks that leader guy was giving her, finding himself slowly inching to her side. When she looked back, he saw the others staring again, feeling uncomfortable under their stares.
"As far as we can see, at least half the population has been wiped out. Probably more."
"Anyone out there is either dead or one of those things, the undead." Angela explained further.
The men were in shock, all but that damn leader. "Ain't no way." He denied.
Angela was done with this guy, with a sigh she took the keys off the table Daryl tossed earlier and jogged up the steps toward the door. She unlocked the first one, swinging it open, then to the main exit to the outside. Behind her, Daryl jogged up as the men slowly followed with Rick and T-Dog behind to keep an eye on them.
The sun blinded the men for a moment once she slid the door open. They all fired out, shielding their eyes as the blaze of the sun beat on their shoulders. One stretched out, praising about how he missed the sun. Once they saw the scattered amount of prisoners they possibly once knew dead along the courtyard, they paused.
"Good lord. They're all dead." Said the blond.
The leader didn't seem to phased as his eyes peeled the outer property. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see these fences."
Angela, Daryl, Rick, and T-Dog exited with them, to keep an eye as they soaked in the sight before them. With ehr gun still in hand, she circled around keeping an eye on the Hispanic. He was the only one out of the men she saw with a proper deadly weapon. If he made a wrong move, she was ready to blow his head off.
"How the hell did you get in here in the first place?" The thinner one asked.
Daryl walked beside Angela, pointing over yonder. "Cut a hole in that fence over there by that guard tower."
He almost didn't seem to believe him, giving a skeptical nod. "That easy, huh?"
"Where there's a will, there's a way." Was Daryl's response.
"It's easy breaking into a prison." Angela said, squinting as the sun blinded her from checking the sky out for a second. "Breaking out, I'd imagine was impossible for you guys."
The thinner male scoffed at them, Angela glanced out labeling him as a watch list with the attitude he gave. A largest male was poking one of the dead convict walkers, not seeming to care much about it as well.
"So what is this, a disease?" He asked.
"Yeah, and we're all infected." Rick answered.
The blond seemed alerted at that, "What do you mean infected?" he asked. His arms were tightly crossed over his chest, a stance Angela read that he was extremely defensive or lack of confidence. Something she saw in teens often.
"Like AIDs for something?"
"If I was to kill you, shoot an arrow in your chest," Daryl started as a metaphor that hoped to not actually happen. "Ya'd come back as one of these things." He concluded, pointing at the body before him.
Angela glanced to him, patting her gun against her thigh. "Start feeding on human flesh, animal flesh." She shrugged, shaking her head. "Anything living, really."
"Ain't no way these Robin Hood cats responsible for killing all these freaks." The Hispanic claimed, finding it unbelievable how the group actually got in.
"There's gotta be at least 50 bodies out here." The slim one guessed, giving another once around.
The Hispanic looked to Rick, "Where'd you come from?" he asked.
Rick chewed his cheek in thought to answer, he looked up at him. "Atlanta."
"Where are you headed?" He took a few more steps, making Angela tense on his approach on their leader.
"For now, nowhere." He declared, squaring his shoulders and giving an even stare.
The man eyed Rick up, as if looking to see if he could call his bluff. He looked around, nodded then pointed toward his right. "I guess you can take that area down near the water. Should be comfortable.
"Excuse me?" Angela questioned, hand now on her hip.
Rick glanced to her, then pointed toward the way with his blade. "We're using that field for crops."
"We'll help you move your gear out." He urged, clearly wanting them out of the cell blocks to reclaim them.
Angela glanced to Daryl, who gave her a look to stay sharp. She softly nodded and kept to her spot between him and Rick.
"That won't be necessary." Rick calmly denied. "We took out these walkers. The prison is ours."
He scoffed at the claim, "Slow down cowboy." he told.
The thinner one stepped up beside his leader. "You snatched the lock off our doors." He accused.
Once again, Rick replied in an evenly calm manner. "We'll give you new locks, if that's how you want it."
The Hispanic grinned, extending his arms out. "This is our prison. We were here first."
"Yeah, sorry, how did that come to be again Mr. Convict?" Angela questioned, giving a challenging grin to him.
He glared toward her, "Doubt you had any work in this, Puta." he countered.
Angela took a step, which caused Rick to stick his arm out to stop her from passing him. "I wasn't the one hiding in a broom closet, buddy."
He eyed her up, once against taking in her her features. Rick shook his head at the man, "We took it, set you free. It's ours, we spilled blood." her growled.
"We're moving back into our cell block." He told with persistence, or maybe just stupidity.
"You'll have to get your own."
"It is mine. I've still got personal artifacts in there."
"What like a spoon shank and two cigarettes?" Angela countered.
"I've have enough of your mouth, Scarhead." He spouted, taking his gun out from his waist.
Angela was caught off guard by that comment, completely forgotten she hadn't had her beanie on. Her scar was exposed for these men to see, it made her feel naked within that amount of time. Was that why some stares were kept on her longer than the others? The Hispanic seemed to notice her slight change at the comment, as he tilted his head with a short grin that he got under her skin at that.
Daryl aimed his crossbow at him, moving closer. "Back away, man." He threatened lowly at him.
Only person who really kept calm was Rick as he found no solution to this. The blond man came over, raising his arms up from the folded position. The others fathered around as the grew tight between the two groups.
"Maybe let's try to make this work out so everybody wins." He suggested, innocently.
"I don't see that happening." The Hispanic man spat.
"Neither do I." Rick agreed.
"I ain't going back in that cafeteria for one more minute." He told firmly.
"There are other cell blocks." The blond told.
"Ya could leave." Daryl suggested, they looked to him. "Try yer luck out on the road."
The hunter would rather just kick them right out. It was like Randall all over again, though this time there was five of them and one with a actual weapon on them. The Hispanic leader looked around, assessing what agreement they could make to they wouldn't be forced to be locked back into that room again.
"If these three pussies can do all this, the least we can do is take out another cell block." He told, earning a nod from a few of them. Angela narrowed her glare as he purposely excluded her out.
"With what?" The biggest one asked.
"Atlanta here will spot us some real weapons." He told, as if he was sure it was going to happen. "Won't you, boss?"
Rick thought it over, which concerned Angela a tad to even consider the option. "How stocked is that cafeteria?" He asked, thinking on how long they've been here and not one of them dead from the start of being locked up. "It must have plenty of food. Five guys lasting almost a year?"
"It sure as hell don't look like anybody's been starvin'" Daryl commented, eying up the heavier set convicts.
"There's only a little left." The Hispanic told.
"We'll take half." Rick declared. "I exchange, we'll help clear out a cell block."
The thinner one stepped up, "Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left." he repeated of the leader's words.
"Shit happens." Angela responded.
"Bet you got more food than you got choices." Rick retorted with her, deciding to be the time to give them options. "You pay, we'll play. We'll clear out a block or you, then you keep to it."
He seemed to consider his options, or planning something else in his head. Though he nodded to the offer. "Alright."
"But let's be clear," Rick started, giving him an even stare to his words. "If we see you out here anywhere near our people," He brought himself closer as a means to threaten him. "If I so much as even catch of whiff of your scent, I will kill you."
The Hispanic kept his eyes locked with Rick's, as if trying to find a linger of a bluff in his words. His jaw clenched as he finally replied. "Deal."
Thank you The Queen of Water, Bruna Pereira, ilikeballoons, lil-baby-blue1, Gryffindor Rat, Filmstar xXx, for the follows and favorites
Bruna Pereira- Ahh, I was so excited to see your review! The first episode was so fresh compared to season 2. The show's very first time skip for the series. Awww, you make me blush! I agree, thankfully I had Merle to help entertain for the second half with the Gov and such. Glad to hear your thoughts on characters deaths, and thanks for respecting how I'll have it planned out! I do agree, T-Dog was taken out in a way that seemed rushed, like Dale's death. I read up he wasn't much of a fan favorite, so that could be why unless it ties in with the comics, who knows. Ahh, I'll try my best to please you! So far I haven't failed, so maybe I can fix something. I rarely go off the story of the show but I can give it a try! AHHH THOSE NAMES ARE CUTE! I never thought of a ship name and I love it! Also glad you loved the last chapter of season 2! We'll Meet Again was actually an idea I got from my personal short film I'm working on to enter into a contest at my school or film festival I'm part of. Thanks so much!
Gryffindor Rat- Thanks! It'll become more actions I assure. Angela I feel is large on physical contact, despite Daryl has gotten used to it, he still has that protective wall around him. As you can tell when he still took the perch then offer to be in the same cell as her. Slow burns, they might like each other but feelings haven't bloomed yet! Oh! I've been reading that, so far it's extremely original and excellent, fantastic job on your own Daryl story! Ahh, the Angyl is growing! I didn't want to have Carol feel left out or have her usual sex jokes when it's obvious between these two, Carol would totally be an awesome big sister! Thanks again!