So, this should be interesting. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, Ive been really busy with the end of the school year coming up. But here it is.
The tension was high and everyone kept there weapons in hand. Rick was the first to speak. He stepped forward to Micheal and put his hand out. "Rick Grimes." Micheal then shook his hand. "Micheal Scofield"
There was then a silence. "What was that?" The thin lanky boy said, stepping forward. "We haven't really found anything out about what's happening. We've gone to the CDC but they had no information, not even they knew." Rick answered. Andrea then stepped forward. "What happens now? We are stuck here now, they wont leave as long as they still have reason to believe we're still in here." She stated, frustrated. "Well, miss pretty, care to tell us how it's like outside the Gen Pop walls?" A taller, intimidating man questioned with a southern drawl.
This caused Andrea to step back. She could see the malice in his eyes. She then stepped forward again with faked confidence, she diverted her eyes off of the man in front of her and looked back st Micheal, his somewhat friendlier eyes reassuring her. "Its a hell of a lot worse out there then it is in here, everyone's either dead or walking around eating people. Why the hell do you think we're here?"
The intimidating man stepped forward, clearly not impressed with her tone of voice. C-note pushed him back, not hiding his aggravation.
Andrea then smirked confidently at him. "T-Bag, sit your ass down." The man standing next to Micheal gritted through his teeth. The man soon diverted his eyes to Andrea. He then stepped forward. "Is it only you guys that are here?"
"I'm not going to tell you guys that, we don't know who you are and what you've done. No offense, but we need to be safe." Andrea finished cautiously. Daryl then felt the list burning a hole in his pocket. He then began counting the unknowns in the room. There were around a dozen of them. Only three of them weren't in prison jumpsuits. A young woman then met his aimless glances. She sent him a small grin and then put her head down. He quickly turned his head. "Names?" He asked, looking directly at the man who was intimidating Andrea only moments ago. Names began coming quickly.
He saw Andrea pull the notepad that Dale had given her before he died out of her back pocket. She then pulled the small pencil out from the binding and began recording the names. "Benjamin Franklin" "David Apolskis" "Micheal Scofield" "John Abruzzi" "Seth_" "Lincoln Burrows" "Veronica Donovan" "Lincoln Burrows Jr." "Alexander Mahone" "Fernando Sucre" "Charles Westmoreland" Andrea then had all the names down but one. The cocky man was leaning on one of the tables, he smirked at her and then glared at the rest of the group. "That's Theodore Bagwell" Daryl added, this earned him a death glare from T-bag.
Theodore then stood, glancing at the note pad. "Well then, You know our names...Now what might be yours..." He said, with mock seduction. Rick then stood defensively. T-dog pushed out his chest and stepped forward inconspicuously. He was the first one to speak his name. The others followed, cautiously.
They then stood in silence, most still in their defensive positions. "Its quieted down out there, wanna take our chances?" Rick stated, aiming his question at his group. Glenn then stepped out of his spot, no one had noticed him there. He was fine with that, he never really had a problem with being the hidden one. He then stepped towards the door and lifted the pistol that had been in his shaky hands the entire time toward the door.
"We'll be back" Rick noted before setting himself in front of the door. In unison, T-dog and Andrea placed themselves on either side of the door, Daryl stepped beside Rick with his weapon at the ready and Glenn looked them. He then lifted his hand to the busted piece of metal and silently yanked it out from between the door handles. He quietly placed it on the ground, not taking his eyes off the door. He then brought his hand back up to the door and cautiously pulled on it. He then pulled it open all the way and everyone jumped out, prepared to shoot, but there were less then six there. Daryl stepped forward and took out two with his crossbow. Glenn then pulled his prized machete out and took down another two. Then both Andrea and T-dog took the other two down with their own personal knives.
Rick then nodded to Micheal, who nodded back.
The small group then made their way back to the cell block. Hershel was quick to open the door and let the exhausted crew back in.
They quickly took their seats and were then bombarded with questions. Rick then spoke up over all of them. "There are others here, so far, none of them have appeared to be dangerous. But, be cautious. " Everyone stared at him shocked.
Daryl then got up from out of his seat and made his way to his cell. There, for the first time in two days, he slept.
Meanwhile, Rick was avoiding all other questions, the less everyone knew, the safer they were. The majority of the new group were clearly from the prison, he had yet to find out what they'd done. And until he did, they wouldn't come anywhere near this cell block. He had his son to protect, the son who had traumatized himself by taking down his own mother. He was scared.
Daryl then got up from his long and needed sleep and pulled his combat boots back on. He then stepped out into the chilled air of the cell block. He noticed that everyone had gone to bed already. They stopped people from keeping watch anymore because they had no threats, or at lease none that could penetrate the forces of the prison.
He then noted that Andrea's notepad was on the small prison table. He lifted it and sifted through it until he reached th page with the names. He then pulled the list out of his pocket. It held the names and file numbers on it. He then pulled out the pencil and checked the names onto his list. He then placed the pencil back in the binding and put the list back in his pocket, reasoning that he'd go look for the files the next day. He then sat at the table and began cleaning his crossbow and the arrows until dawn.
Once everyone was up, he announced that he was going to go look for any supplies. He declined Rick's notion to help him, stating that he needed to do this alone. He was careful to put the list in his back pocket and not in the dufflebag that he was now holding. He gave Rick a sharp nod and left the cell block.
As always, there were never any walkers close to the cell block doors, but he wouldn't be fooled, he knew there were many. He just wanted to know where they all were. In total, they'd only taken down about 20 and there were over 300 people in this prison. He was careful, he had to be.
He then reached the main foyer. Still not completely aware of where everything was, he grabbed one of the clipboards off one of the abandoned desks and carefully pulled the detailed map out of the neatly stapled pile.
He then found exactly what he was looking for. He followed the map down a series of narrow hallways, cautious of the undead that might be lurking about. He continued to follow the map to the file rooms. He then noticed the key card lock on the door. He thought for a moment and then had an epiphany. There was now power, he could probably just open the door. He gripped the handle with his left hand and held his crossbow with his right. He pulled the door open. He was almost disappointing to see that there was no one there.
Not that he actually wanted anyone to be there, he just needed there to be a sign of where the rest of the once over populated prison convicts might be. They weren't there and that was a huge problem.
He then pulled the list of file numbers and pulled them all out one by one. He then began mumbling to himself. 'Abruzzi... Apolskis... Bagwell... Burrows... Franklin...'He continued on. The only people who seemed to have massive files were Abruzzi, Bagwell and Burrows. He felt like he new all of those names. He knew exactly who Theodore Bagwell was and he knew exactly who John Abruzzi was. But he also knew he'd heard the name Lincoln Burrows before. He jammed the files into the dufflebag and the list back into his pocket.
He was careful to zip the dufflebag closed completely. He didn't want anyone to know he'd been doing research. He then exited the files room and entered the personals room. He needed something, and he needed it bad. He searched for the name and found it quickly. Merle Dixon. His brother, who he knew not to be dead, had personals in the prison. He didn't bother grabbing his file, he already knew what his brother had done. He grabbed the small paper bag and jammed it into the dufflebag. He then exited that room and began searching for supplies. He didn't want anything to seem suspicious.
He reached the CO lounge and was quick to take down the three late CO's. He grabbed as much supplies as would fit in the large duffle and left. He arrived at the cellblock and was quick to put his personals in his cell, under his mattress and then handed the beg over to Rick. Rick seemed satisfied with the supplies and Daryl quickly was off to his cell.
Daryl then pulled the files out from under his mattress. He lifted the first file.
I hope you liked the chapter, I'm really sorry I haven't been updating as often as I wanted to but I've got alot of exams and things, but I promise I'll get things up sooner. Leave Reviews, They help!