Rick, Daryl, and Glenn approached the steel gate that was standing between them and the prison. The Sheriff placed his hands upon his hips as a troubled expression formed itself upon his features. Daryl took a few steps forward, his hand moving to wrap around one of the thick bars to shake it, as if to test the sturdiness of it. "How d'ya reckon we get 'round this? Shit ain't budgin' unless we get t' the controls."

Glenn lifted his gaze to the top of the gates, looking at the razor wire that aligned it. "We could try to cut those down and climb over." He removed his back-pack from his shoulder and let it fall to the ground, where he knelt down and unzipped it.

"I vote Chinaman." Daryl piped up instantly, volunteering the asian boy.

The two others looked upon the Redneck, who was wearing a smug expression. "And why's it gotta be me?" The asian questioned.

Daryl shrugged as he moved away from the gate a few steps. "'Cuz it's always you doin' that kinda stuff."

"Fair enough." Glenn responded, defeatedly before reaching into the bag to search for supplies he needed. He removed a pair of thick gardening gloves and some boltcutters. "I think these ought to do the trick."

After the three men took time to get a vehicle tall enough to reach the upper portion of the gate, the razor wire was cut very carefully by Daryl while Glenn held it with his gloves so that it wouldn't unravel and whack Redneck in the face. Once it had been cut Glenn climbed over and landed solid on his feet before making his way over to the control room. Daryl hopped down from the vehicle, his hand returning to rest at the strap of his crossbow as he stood and waited with Rick. A few moments passed before Glenn reappeared shouting to them. "It's not working!"

"What?" Rick raised a brow.

"There's no power!" The asian responded, throwing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders.

"Well ain't that just the dickens..." Daryl muttered under his breath, his eyes trailing along the length of the fence, disgruntled. Rick swiftly moved to begin climbing over the gate himself, causing Daryl to turn his attention upon the Sheriff with a questioning brow. "Whaddya doin'? Didn't ya hear'im?"

Rick paused from atop the fence and looked down at the Hunter. "Ya." He paused briefly before adding, "A lotta these prisons have generators. It's likely that they ain't been used yet. Only one way to find out." His expression was hopeful as the Sheriff gave a slight nod to Daryl before he jumped down from the wall and landed on the other side. Daryl gazed at the empty spot on the gate for a moment before he shrugged and began to climb and catch up with the other two.

The three men moved hastily up to the entrance of the prison, where the front door was ajar and total darkness waited to greet them on the other side. They paused for a moment before exchanging looks. Glenn removed his bag once more as he dug around inside of it to remove a flashlight. "I vote Redneck." He chimed as he shoved the light towards Daryl, a cocky smirk lightly pulling at his lips.

Daryl stared hard at the asian boy as he moved his hands from his sides, shrugging his crossbow off of his shoulder and gripping it firmly in his hands. His expression was stony as he stared at the asian. "Crossbow." Is all he said, causing the cockiness to wipe clean off the Korean's face as he defeatedly withdrew and took flashlight duty. This caused a tiny smirk to form on Daryl's own face at his tiny victory as the asian slung his bag over his shoulder again and took lead with the light to guide them.

They crept along inside, stepping over a few mutilated corpses in the entry way, where it was made clear a few people had tried to escape in a hurry but failed miserably. The smell was disgusting. The Georgia heat with no air conditioning, the bodies that were spread out across the floor had been left to stew for god knows how long. "ugh." Glenn raised his left arm to shield his face for a moment as a particular body gave off a rancid odor.

The security doors that led past the offices to the prison area was left wide open, where lots of blood stained the walls and floors. Several bloodied handprints were seen on the window of the secured door, smearing downward.

They proceeded down the narrow and dank corridor, alerted by the soft moans of the undead that were echoing off the walls. The sound of shuffling feet was enough to draw their attentino around the corner, where a walker was waiting for them. A rotted hand lunged out, clutching Glenn's arm with an iron grip! A scream erupted from the asian as he had not expected the damn thing to be RIGHT there around the corner when he had turned it. The flashlight dropped from his hand and rolled down the hall, illuminating all of the desperate and hungry hands and faces of the undead that were locked behind cells along either sides of the hall. Daryl and Rick's vision on Glenn had disappeared because the flashlight was too far away and shining in the opposite direction from where they stood. All they could hear was Glenn's struggles and the ghastly sounds of the horrid walker as it groaned and fought viciously against the Korean, trying desperately to get a bite.

Daryl quickly slung his crossbow over his shoulder and grabbed blindly at the undead, his calloused hands gripping firmly upon the upper arm and shoulder of the thing before he yanked hard, flinging the walker off of Glenn. Rick moved swiftly, his feet carrying to the other end of the hall to retrieve the flashlight. The walker twisted beneath Daryl's hold, thrashing erratically as it tried to go for the Hunter. Daryl nearly lost his balance, his feet stumbling, causing him to fall over and dragging the undead with him. The walker toppled over the Redneck, its snapping jaw coming dangerously close to his face.