Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie were out by Woodbury scoping out the place. After Glenn and Maggie had healed, they went out to seek justice. Rick decided they could get some resources if they were to drive out the people of the town out of fear. He was going to use their isolation of the apocalyptic world against them. They were grouped behind a car looking at the make-shift wall the town had built.
Rick could tell the two people standing on that wall were the only two people in that part of Woodbury. Rick had not yet met the Governor. He had hoped he never would meet him. Not for Rick's sake, but for the Governor's. At this point, Rick's motto "we don't kill the living" wore off and he would kill anyone who posed a threat to the group's survival.
"What do we do, Rick?" Glenn asked.
"Take 'em out" Rick replied.
Rick had an automatic with a silencer on it, Glenn had semiautomatic with a silencer and a scope on it, Maggie had the same, and I don't need to say what Daryl had.
"I'll take the one on the left, Glenn you take the one on the right" Rick said. One person was facing the dead streets and cars, the other was facing Woodbury. "On the count of three, one, two," deep breath "…three". As soon as he said three, two bullets whizzed through the air and two living bodies suddenly went cold and dead and soon to turn.
Rick was wrong. There were people behind the wall because a scream lit the town and voices started to buzz around the town. Rick thought it was a better idea because then the authorities of the town wouldn't have to try and hide the attack. Only problem now is that they have to get out of there and quickly.
The group ran in the woods and soon found themselves on the road. They knew where the prison was and followed the road to the prison. They were walking on the green, dead, road. Glenn and Maggie were talking. Daryl walked over to Rick.
"How is Carl doing?" he asked.
"He is more isolated. Our talks have been short and he is already asleep when I try to say good night. He is faking, I know. It's been hard to be a father lately. I know he wants me to quit being leader." Rick said, looking down the road, staring at a distant Walker.
"I think you should give that position up. You always look tired." Daryl said, looking at the same Walker.
"Who exactly do I give the position to?" Rick said now looking at Daryl.
"Herschel could be a good candidate."
"He can't walk."
"He can still make decisions; he can know what to do and tell people how to do it"
"I don't want to stress him any further. I already stripped him of his family members, his home, his seemingly utopian life in this world… it's not fair if I assign him of a position that would require taking lives and steering him away from the family that he loves. Carl is strong; he can do without me a little more often now." Rick said. Daryl saw the sadness in Rick's eyes and could tell Rick didn't want to talk about this.
They did stop talking. They stopped talking because they reached a hill and looked down only to see a hoard of 20-30 Walkers. The group decided to attack.
A storm of bullets penetrated the fragile flesh of the Walkers. Walker after Walker dropped. Blood exploded out the point of impact. There were about five left when the group stopped shooting and took out there knife and machetes. Rick with his machete walked over to one Walker and drove it into the skull of the Walker. Maggie Walked over with her knife and stabbed the eyes and threw the body to the ground. Glenn chopped off the head of one Walker and Daryl took one of his arrows and rammed the arrow up the jaw of a Walker. Rick killed the last one.
In the distance, they could hear a car. The car was driving toward them and Rick stood in the path of the car. The car stopped and a guy walked out with a gun pointed at Rick. The group had their guns and arrows pointed toward the guy.
"Don't shoot!" the guy said in a deep and scratchy voice. "Shoot and I blow his head off! I'm just trying to get to South Caro—" as he said that, an arrow went straight through his eye and ended his journey to South Carolina.
The group got into the car, happy to see food and water, and went back to their prison only to be met by a mad man with a box, angrier than ever before.