Another filler sorry guys. I am kind of in a writers block.

I would love to hear what you guys would want to see, or for any of the characters to do.

lot's of love xoxo-kate

I stared at the pair of them hustling across the courtyard fearing the wandering eyes of lookouts, but then again who was there to look out. Everyone who was able was helping the sick. They were almost to the courtyard gate before I started towards them. "Hey!" I called out walking at a fast past gripping to my stomach for support. "Where are you going?"

They looked at each other, and then Hershel's hand was on the gate. "We are going out to look for some elderberries. I have a tea remedy that may help these sick people."

"Will it cure them?" I shifted my weight between my feet.

"No," he shook his head, "but it will buy us time."

Carl nodded. "Until Daryl returns with the medicine."

I looked towards the gate. "I am coming with you." Hershel opened his mouth to speak but I glared. "You shouldn't be out here but you are, I have the right too. Right now it is more likely I will die in that prison than outside the fence." Hershel did not look at me as he pulled open the gate and hobbled down the gravel path. He knew I was right for that was the same reason he was out here doing what he was doing. I glanced sideways at Carl; he must have wanted the excuse to put his sheriff's hate back on. I reached over and slid my hand around his back playing off the soft touch as an aide for walking down the decline. He did not seem to mind at all. Once again we were yanking open a gate and closing it until we reached our death trap of an entrance. It was liberating to be outside in fresh, new air without coughing particles lingering around. "I haven't felt this free in such a long time."

"You and me both," Hershel spotted a clearing without walkers and walked in that direction. I followed behind him while Carl covered us both…what a team we were. Hershel seem to know where these elderberries were as he led us in to the forest that surrounded our prison. Nostalgia was present in the way the trees casted a shadow on the ground of our bodies, the leaves softly whistling my name calling me into freedom, the dampness of the moss sticking to my skin from the hot southern sun, it reminded me of my early days with these people back when we were always in the wilderness, back when everything was not complicated by flus or babies. No wonder Daryl always wanted to leave the prison, it was not at all homey. "When did your dad give it back?" I heard the old man ask. I must have too busy reminiscing to notice him already picking fruit from bushes.

"Yesterday," Carl glanced at him for a second then looked out into the trees. "After everything happened."

Hershel rustled around in a bush shaking out the fruit. "You've been doing a lot these past few months. There's a responsibility about you. I think it has done you good to stay back."

Carl took a step backwards. "Yeah. It was alright. Can't be like that all the time."

"I would have been fine on my own." He plucked a berry from a bush. "Peaceful out here. These last couple of days it might be safer outside those walls."

"Do you think we should leave?" I flickered my gaze to Hershel.

He stood up straight to meet my eyes. "And jeopardize all those sick people's lives out here. They can't run, or defend themselves."

I turned away. "Just curious…"

"It is not safer out here," Carl said pointing his gun at a walker softly snarling at us from beneath a tree. It lay inert, almost sunken into the ground completely harmless.

"Don't shoot it." Hershel stuck out his hand. "It ain't hurting anybody." He turned away and started to walk from where we came from. "Let's head back…and to think it was just getting peaceful." The walk back to the prison was silent, but it was anything but awkward. We knew once we got back thing would not feel as clean or fresh as they were outside the fences. We knew we would have to go back into that death infested prison full of sick bodies waiting to turn into killing machines. We wanted to help, but what was there to do? This tea may help, but for how long would they last? I was clinging to Carl's arm on the way up the gravel hill his defiance's hanging onto his body as we approached closer to those grey walls. He was fear the fatherly encounter he would surly have once his dad caught word. But it was not Rick's face we saw first….it was Maggie.

"Why aren't you in quarantine?" she had tears in her puffy eyes.

"I am no good to anyone in there," he said to her calmly.

"Daddy please."

He frowned. "Maggie dear," Carl had run off his footsteps echoing into my ears as they got further and further away. "There are people in there suffering, I can bring their fever down and keep them stable."

"Daryl is getting them antibiotics." Fresh tears flowed from her eyes. I wondered why I had no chosen to leave.

He pointed to cell block A. "Some of these people won't last twelve hours."

"I can't let you do this." Maggie matter-of-factly said to him.

"Maggie," I stepped closer towards Hershel as he talked. "Glenn's in there."

"What's going on?" Rick asked appearing into the conversation. Carl must have gotten him fearing for Hershel.

"I got elderberries," he told the two pointing to the box of fruit. "My wife used to make tea with them. They're a natural flu remedy. Caleb is too sick to help them, and we are losing Alice by the minutes. I am helping all that I can. There's so many times we haven't been able to do anything to change what was happening, what was happening to us. We wished we could, but we couldn't. This time I can, I know I can, so I have to."

"Hershel if you go in there you're going to get sick." Rick pointed out.

"We don't know that," he cut him off before the protest really began. "What we do know is that these people's symptoms need to be controlled."

Rick looked at Maggie, and then at me. "Hershel, please we can wait."

"Listen dammit! You step outside, you risk your life. You take a sip of water, you risk your life. Now you breathe, you risk your life…You don't have a choice. You can only choose what you're risking it for. I can help them feel better. I can save lives. That's reason enough to risk mine and you know that." Hershel delivered stalking off towards the door of the infected cell block with a handkerchief covering his mouth. Maggie followed him to try and stop him one last time, but he was determined as he slipped into the darkness.

"Rick, let him do what he wants to do…" I said quietly staring at the man. "Let us all do what we want too."

He turned to me. "You shouldn't even be out here. What are you doing?"

"My brother is in there I-!"

He shook his head. "I thought you didn't care about him?"

I huffed out thinking of the words to explain the anxiety in my heart. "I just-I need to- I don't even know anymore." My hands flopped onto my thighs. "I hate him, but I can't help but feel this pain in my chest when I found out he was in there. He is just another body bag while sitting there. He doesn't get the care he deserves…they aren't looking after him specially. I need to take care of him."

"Come on," he held out his hand. "I have something to show you." I took his hand feeling the cracking skin from piles of dirt against mine watching his feet carry us both towards cell block A. It was a room just between C and A, it was obvious when I entered what exactly he was showing me. It was dark in there with only the window against the wall shining light through. "I'll be right back." He left me in there alone, but I was content with it taking a seat in the chair just in front of a glass panel. I stared at it for minutes thinking of what he may look like, if he was as bad as Sasha, or if he was worse.

My poor brother staggered into the visiting room with the help of no one. "Keegan," I stood up leaning closer to the class. His tired eyes met mine and I nearly sobbed. Dark circles sat underneath him, he was sweaty and worn out, his hands were shaking and he could barely sit himself into the chair.

"I am alright little sister." He held up his hand to me then let it flop onto the counter. "I am alright." His eyes fell. "How is the baby? Alice told me everything."

I laughed tears pricking at my eyes as I lowered myself back down into the chair. "Good, but it has been kicking so much lately."

Keegan looked back up at me his eyes almost red. "Don't stress then. You look like you are going to pop that thing out any day now…stress will only cause labor."

"I can't not stress.' I rolled my eyes. "Daryl's out on a run for medicine and you are in here."

He raised an eyebrow, or at least tried to. "I thought you hated me."

"I thought I did too…" I looked down. "But you being in there and me being out here…I can't lose you Keegan. If you died in there without me being able to help, or say anything to you…If you died while I was angry at you I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"You don't need me anymore sis," he chuckled coughing into his hand. "You're a big girl now."

My eyes were watering and it was too hard to hold back tears for him. "I love you Keegan. I love you and I am sorry for being frustrated with you when you came back-!"

He slammed his hand onto the table making me jump. "Don't you dare start with this apologetic bullshit just because I am sick. You pucker up, dry those eyes, and I don't want to see that lip quivering. You don't have time to be upset over me. You need to be strong willed. I am alright." I opened my mouth to say something but he cough. He cough and cough until I thought his face would turn purple and then suddenly he coughed blood all onto the glass window in front of me. "I am alright…"

We both stared at the blood as it dripped down from the window in silence.