Well hello there everyone! I really hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I liked writing it!

Prison Break

Everyone had slept on the prison tables, though none of them were comfortable, they were with the people they wanted to be with. Mahone had continued to be distant which was to be expected, seeing as he was in a room with a dozen convicts and fugitives.

Veronica and Lincoln were now in a deep conversation about possible reinforcements they could obtain and put into action. Seth, Tweener and L.J were bickering about who would end up dying first and were running through dozens of potential events that could lead to the other's death. Seth seemed to have won and they were now all laughing over a personal joke. T-bag was pissing off Abruzzi, bugging him about his inactive sex life. Abruzzi seemed to be in deep thought and was completely ignoring T-bag. C-note, Sucre and Westmoreland were talking quietly and very inconspicuously, avoiding as much attention as possible. And Micheal was sitting off to the side, staring at the door.

Then suddently, they heard a massive smash coming from he kitchen. Sucre was the first to enter, he was greeted by a wasted Alex Mahone. He was holding a bottle of bourbon that looked half full sitting slightly on the ground, and holding onto the counter. "Found it in the office." He slurred, pointing towards a door. They hadn't noticed it yet. No one had gotten hungry so they hadn't felt the need to look for the keys to the refrigerator and just about everything else in the prison yet. The small group, pushed Micheal slightly towards the door. He put his palm on the door handle and pushed the door open. He was surprised to find not only were there no bodies, but there were still security cameras running. As well as 5 charged walkie talkies and a satellite radio. He turned the dial to the radio to see if it worked. It then spurred to life and they were met with blank noise. Micheal was quick to turn it off. He then took the battery operated walkies and handed one to each Sucre, Abruzzi, Lincoln and Seth. He told them that they were to only use them when there were emergencies. He then looked into the security cameras and was shocked at what he saw.

There were hundreds of them. Crowding every exit. They weren't getting out anytime soon, and he didnt know if he really wanted to.

He then noticed one of the screens and a tear slid down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. There in the middle of the screen layed Sara's body. He would never admit it, but he was in love with her, and it hurt to see her like that. She needed to be buried.

Meanwhile, Sucre was searching through one of the drawers located in a small, worn out desk. He then pulled out a key belt. It consisted of about 8 keys. He waved them infront of Micheal, who had seemingly gone into a trance. The sound coming from the keys brought him out of this trance and back to reality. He reached for the keys, and with a sympathetic nod from Sucre, he grabbed the keys out of his hand. He then walked over to the locked gun cabinet. He started working through the keys and eventually unlocked it. He took a deep breath, and pulled open the cabinet. Inside were 2 shotguns, a pistol, and about 15 tear gas grenades, as well as tons of ammo. "Sucre, we dont tell anyone about the weapons. We've got some pretty sketchy people here, we do not want these getting into their hands." Micheal informed Sucre. Fernando was quick to agree. T-bag and Abruzzi would end up slaughtering each other as well as everyone else in their little dwelling. And Mahone couldn't be trusted yet, not to mention what would happen if any of the younger convicts got a hold of them. There were only a handful of people who could be trusted with the knowledge of the deadly weapons in the cabinet.

Micheal then put the pistol he'd been observing back into the cabinet and quickly closed and locked it, when Sucre informed him that Abruzzi was coming. He then detached the key to gun cabinet from the key ring and taped it to the underside of the desk. Then pulled a small bottle of hard liqueur from the bottom drawer. Abruzzi walked in suspiciously, to see Micheal and Sucre, leaning on the desk, passing along the bottle. He then smirked, he hadn't known that either of them drank. He then beckoned the bottle towards him and Sucre was quick to hand it over. They all walked out of the office fifteen minutes later with a slight buzz.

Meanwhile, Tweener, L.J, and Seth were 'role playing' in the kitchen. They were bashing non existent zombies with pans. To anyone not knowing what their objective was, they looked as though they were completely insane. Mahone then stepped into the kitchen, and scowled at what he saw. He knew that non of the three of them had done anything the average teenager wouldn't have done. L.J obviously wasn't guilty, for obvious reasons. First of all, why would he kill his parents. He was experienced enough to know that he was telling the truth. "Guys might want to actually get some target practice, throwing cutlery around isn't going to get you anywhere." Mahone spoke out. This caused the three boys to stare in surprise. Neither of them aware that he was standing there. "Maybe if you prove to not be asshole convicted jackasses, I could shoot you how to shoot." This got everyones attention. Including the group of fugitives standing outside the door, listening. Well, someone knows where the guns are.

The Walking Dead

The next morning, the cell block was buzzing with activity. Carol and Andrea were cleaning and organizing the cells. T-dog, Daryl and Rick were loading bodies into the hallway, that would later be burned. Glenn and Maggie were rationing what was left of the food they salvaged from the farm before they were over run. "Rick, we need more food, were really low man." Glenn mentioned to Rick as he walked by. Rick stopped. "Isn't there a mesh hall somewhere around here? " Rick questioned. Daryl then spoke up. " Yeah, it's in the very center of Block B. I could show you. Sick bay is also down there." Rick quickly agreed and continued onto moving what was left of the bodies.

And hour or two later, the activity had slowed and everyone had, had a chance to cool down and regain their energy. Rick then stood up from the table that Daryl, T-dog and Glenn were sitting. "We need food, the mesh hall is probably stocked with supplies. We need to get down there. Any volunteers?" Andrea and Daryl were quick to stand up. Glenn and T-dog then stood up in unison. "Alright then, grab weapons and as much ammo as you can carry, remember, you need to have something that makes a lot less noise. Wouldn't want to attract more in the process. Down her in 5." And with this the small group seperated to prepare themselves. Daryl walked into his cell and pulled out the list from underneath his mattress. You never know when or if you might need a list of convicts he thought humorously. He then grabbed his crossbow and a few select knives from his extensive collection and met the already forming group at the table.

As soon as they were all there, they made sure that each of the left over people were equipped with their own weapon and then prepared themsleves for what could be an ugly fight. As soon as they stepped out the cell block doors, they were met with half a dozen walkers. They were quickly taken down. They continued, following Daryl's lead. Along the way they encountered a handful more walkers. But they were taken down. They had developed an immunity to taking down walkers. They just had to continue to believe that they weren't people anymore. Just dead, hungry threats.

They then were met with two very large, steel doors. They each took a quick glance at eachother. Rick hesitantly nodded towards Daryl who had his hand on the door. He then pulled but was unable to open the door. It seemed to have been blocked by something. Daryl then looked at the door maliciously and did something that no one expected. He started yelling. This caused Andrea and T-dog to turn, in case of any walkers that might of heard the yelling. "Open the god damn door, I know you're in there!" It was then silent. Everything was absolutely silent. Rick then nudged Daryl. "What the hell was that, you tryin' to get us killed!?" He yelled in a muffled voice. "Wait for it..." He replied. Then something behind the door moved. The door was pulled open by a rather lanky, type teenager. He seemed frightened out of his mind. He had a pistol in his hand.

"We're not looking for trouble, we just need help." Rick noted with caution. This didn't seem to calm him much. Then a slightly older man stepped out, he had a thicker build. Rick recognized him immediately. That was John Abruzzi, infamous mob boss. He wasn't particularity dangerous without the mob though. Rick then stepped forward and place his weapon on the ground. Abruzzi then called to some one by the name of Micheal.

A middle aged man with a friendly demeanor stepped out, he walked forward. "Im Micheal." He stated. His placed his hand outward. Towards Rick. "Rick Grimes, we mean no harm. We need supplies, we're extremely low. We weren't even aware that anyone was still here." He replied cautiously.

"Whats happening out there. We got stuck in here two days ago. What are those things?" Micheal questioned. "Everywhere's been over run, those things are everywhere. What do mean you got stuck, does that mean that the prison was still in use two days ago?" Rick questioned, astonished.

"Everything was fine two days ago, sure all the guards had gotten a little anxious but we didn't expect this."

"What the hell's goin' on out here!" A malicious looking man stepped out. He smirked maniacally. "Well if it isn't the youngest Dixon brother." All attention turned to Daryl, who was now steaming. "Theodore Bagwell.." He addressed through gritted teeth. Clearly pissed off. This caused the rest of what seemed to be a very large group of convicts to step out behind Micheal. T-bag then turned his attention to T-dog. "Well Dixon, it seems that you really are quite different from yer brother, hangin' out with them black folk." T-bag continued, smirking.

"Well, maybe I lucked out, seein' as I ain't the convicted killer." Daryl shot back.

Tension was high. Rick backed up slightly, there were over a dozen of them, and only 4 of his group.

Andrea then spoke out. "Guy's we gotta go, there's half a dozen walkers comin'." A fairly large black guy stepped forward. "You don't like T-bag do ya?" He addressed to Daryl. "Why the hell would i like him?" He stated confidently.

Then C-note stepped forward and put his hand out. "Anyone who don't like Theo, over there is a friend of mine. Im C-note." He stated. "Daryl, dudes a jackass." He stated with his classic smirk. Taking C-notes hand and shaking it.

"Well, feel like takin down some walkers?" Daryl direced towards C-note. "Hell yeah" C-note stated back. Daryl handed him one of his various knives and pulled his crossbow off his shoulder and loaded it. He then turned and took down the closest walker. C-note followed after. Andrea then took down another one and the last one was taken down when Seth shot it down with the pistol.

This got everyone's attention. "What the hell's this kid doin' noise attracts them." Daryl faced Seth. "Guys we gotta go!" Glenn yelled. Making no effort to hide his concern. "Come on in here!" Micheal then called. They hastily ran towards the door and were in there in seconds. The four of them were now in the middle of the mesh hall with about a dozen convicts.

Soooooo THEY FINALLY MET! I was so excited to write this chapter, I can't wait until EVERYONE meets everyone else! I wonder how the rest of the group is going to react to the bunch of convicts. Review It helps!