Oh my God, I am so sorry for not updating!
If anyone is still with me, thank you so much!
I'm honestly going to try and get my story caught up by Sunday for the premier.
I do apologize for any miss spellings, and if this one offends some people, I am sorry, I'm not meaning to.
Anyway, please enjoy the new chapter!

Watching as chaos unraveled for a moment before we were able to get Hershel out of the room and make our way back to the holding cells. Following the arrows, shooting any walker that came after us.

Hearing Rick tell us to stop we look back to see the prisoners following us. Frowning we forced ourselves to move a little faster. Reaching the door, unlocking it and holding it open for the guys while they yelled for the rest of the group to open the door. Closing the door with a bang, locking it back before wondering in to see Hershel laying on one of the cots, and everyone panicking. Turning my back, focusing on the door with my crossbow at the ready, smiling when Daryl joined me.

"I don't like this."

"Neither do I."

Seeing the first prisoner walk in we both stood, focusing on the group.

"Far enough."

Thankfully they stopped moving.

"Cell block C, that's mine grengo let me in."

Seeing the Mexican, whom I assumed was the leader of their little group focus on me with a sly smile on his face, I sneered and focused my arrow at his head.

"Today's your lucky day boys, you're pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go."

I smirked, keeping a close eye on the leader.

"What you got goin on in there?"

"None of your concern."

"Don't be telling me whats my concern."

Seeing him grab the gun from his belt we stood up, fully prepared to shoot him.

Hearing a groan I looked towards the door, glancing back at Daryl.

"I got it, go look."

Nodding I ran over to check on Hershel, making sure everything was somewhat under control. Hearing the conversation get louder I looked at T as he walked around a corner.

"I got it Rick."

Rick nodded as I walked back to the group.

"Will you all just shut the fuck up?!"

Everyone stopped and looked at me.

"Lord, it's like dealing with a bunch of children."

Daryl smirked and focused back on the group as the leader took a step towards me.

"Why don't I show you how much of a man I am."

I scoffed.

"Judging by the fact that you won't take the hint to leave, and would rather die. I doubt you're that much of a man."

As he raised his gun at me, Rick showed up, pulling me back.

"I want you to look for supplies."

"But."

The look he gave me made me nod and walk back towards the cellblock, walking past everyone, grabbing a few empty bags, and walked farther into the prison. Wondering through the dark hallways, keeping the light on my crossbow focused in front of me.

"This place is empty."

Hearing a shuffle I spun and shot a walker as it tried to lunge at me.

"I stand corrected."

Spotting a room, wondering in to see an infirmary.

"Well hell."

Grinning I threw one both bags on the ground and started packing one bag as full as it was going to get with medicine and bandages. Stepping back to admire my good work I heard footsteps behind me, spinning I smiled at Carl.

"Arn't you supposed to be with your mom?"

"Yes ma'am."

"What are you doing out here?"

"I thought I could help."

Smirking I handed him the bag I had filled.

"Take this back to your mom, it'll help Hershel."

He smiled, grabbed the bag and took off.

Shaking my head, easing farther into the prison. Spotting stairs I shrugged and began to climb, higher and higher my tired legs took me, finally reaching the top to see I was in a watch mans post.

"Well, this is convenient."

Looking around, spotting several rifles. Grinning I started picking them up, smiling even more when I realized they still had ammo in them.

"Merry Christmas gang."

Laughing I started the long climb down, watching my footing as I continued the climb. Praying no walkers were going to be walking by when I fit the floor.

Looking around, sighing as I started walking back to cell block. Hearing groans I glanced over my shoulder to see roughly twenty walkers headed my way. Panicking I ran, forcing myself to stay away from the cellblock. Turning a corner I came face to face with more walkers.

"Shit."

Turning I took off down another corridor, my legs straining from the weight of the crossbow and four rifles.

I'm not ready to die.

Deciding to dodge into a room, pushing the door shut as the walkers pushed against it.

"I'm not dying today damn it."

Feeling the door start to give, I pressed harder against it. Praying someone would come help me.

Feeling my body trying to give out from fatigue, whimpering as pain racket through my stomach. Thinking of my brother I still needed to find, I pressed harder on the door. Not sure if I was going to die or not.

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