"Rick, we gotta clear the field before it gets dark. Gotta get to the prison real fast, I am pretty sure…," that everybody is all right, Daryl wanted to add.
But he didn't finish his sentence, knowing it was rather a wish. Only women and one boy were left to defend the prison, surrounded by walkers and under heavy fire. Again he felt a twist in his stomach when Rick's words echoed in his head: "Axel and Carol stood in the yard."
They were the easiest target when it all started. Daryl couldn't loiter around any longer. He needed to find out who made it.
"Rick, we'll try to take out as many walkers as possible through the fence. Then we we'll go in and kill the rest." Rick nodded, took the knife from Daryl and then looked over his shoulder to Merle.
"Can we count on him with the walkers?"
Daryl was getting his crossbow ready and stopped to look at Merle.
"Yeah, my brother can be an asshole sometimes but knows he's gotta help if he doesn't wanna have picnic with walkers tonight."
He had no idea what would happen when Merle met the rest of the group but he had no time to think about it now. His fingers were itching and once again he looked towards the yard. Still he didn't see any movement.
They managed to take out more than a half of walkers through the fence. When they stepped into the field to finish the rest, it was already getting dark. Finally the field was cleared. Daryl helped Rick to secure the gate and they started running towards the prison, leaving Merle behind. Sweat was running into Daryl's eyes and he blinked wildly. He saw figures behind the fence. He was not able to recognize who it was but he heard a baby crying. Someone had made it. He saw Rick speeding up and did the same.