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Sixty-One

I didn't know if it made me sad or not but I was rather enjoying sorting out quarantine, it made me feel as though the dead weren't rising and I was with my unit. I could just imagine Scott as he joked around about his newest girlfriend and the captain yelling at Paul cause he wasn't doing his job right and Mary pushing Dustin through tent because he was out having a smoke.

"You high?" Daryl grumbled as he came into the library we were using as council chambers.

"I wish," I sighed. "I still have a baggie of the good green stuff from when I was playing rogue operative." I turned around as the others came in and sat down.

"Do we know what happened?" Carol asked.

"We lost a lot of good people," Glenn sighed. "Patrick got sick last night from some kind of flu."

"We can't be with anyone that might have been exposed," I spoke up. "I'm proposing a quarantine. We have to separate everyone's that's been exposed. Daryl, you gotta stay away from Ebony."

Daryl nodded. "I can do that."

"But that's everyone in that cell block!" Sasha objected.

I looked over at her and sighed. "Yeah, we know. Maybe more, Sasha. We know that this sickness can be lethal. But we don't know how it spreads."

"Is there anyone else showing symptoms that we know of?" Carol asked.

I shook my head. "We can't wait and see. And there's children to be careful about and the fact that if people die, they become a threat as we just saw."

"What are you proposing, PJ?" Glenn asked me.

"Cell block A," I answered.

"Death row?" Glenn frowned. "Really? I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade, PJ."

I shrugged. "Seems appropriate. And it's clean. It's an upgrade, Glenn, trust me. It should work for Jason and Doctor S."

"What about the children?" Sasha asked.

"Move them to the administrative block," Carol suggested. "With some guards who aren't exposed. So that's everyone, Jade, Sophia, Carl, Judith, Lizzie-"

I shook my head. "They were exposed. Their mother. We keep an eye on them until they show signs. Ebony, Hayley and Hope should go in as well. I trust Lucas to keep an eye on things and Sophia can help him."

"Suppose we need to do a run for meds," Daryl spoke up. "I don't think we have much as it is."

I went to open my mouth but there was a knock on the door.

Lucas came up with Sophia following him. "We got a problem at the fence, it's gonna give, we need people down there now."

Daryl and I looked at each other before we scrambled up, followed by Glenn and Lucas. We ran down to the fences near the gate to see a large heard had gathered overnight and were pushing down on the gate.

"Well that's not fucking good," I gasped. "Lucas, Sophia, towers, now, start shooting."

The two kids ran ahead of us. I grabbed my hunting knife and came up side by side with Rick to kill the walkers through the fence. "There weren't this many before!" I argued, stabbing a female walker in the head.

"Someone's been feeding them!" Tyrese shouted over the moans and groans of the walkers.

"The fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it!" Maggie shouted.

"Daryl, get the truck," Rick ordered, staring over at the pigpen. "I know what to do." He looked at me. "Keep this fence up."

"Yes sir!" I replied.

He gently ran his hand along my stomach before taking off with Daryl.

I sighed and carried on trying to push the fence up. There wasn't many of us and too many of them, snapping at us with their jaws, wanting to rip out a chunk of flesh. I faltered a little when I heard the truck drive out the gate, Rick was in the back with some of the piglets from the pen. "Bait…" I whispered.

Daryl stopped the truck as Rick picked up one of the piglets, drawing blood with his knife and drawing the walker's attention away from the fences.

"Need a hand?" Matthew shouted out, coming up beside me to help with the fence.

"Where the hell have you been?" I growled.

"Hawaii," he shrugged, stabbing a walker in the head. "Flight was a little rough on the way over here. Thinking of complaining to my travel agent."

I shook my head. Sometimes my brother was more trouble than we was worth but I still loved him. The weight on the fence started to lessen until there was nothing there at all, the walkers were feeding on the piglets.

"Alright people!" Matthew shouted. "Let's reinforce that fence!" When Matthew gave an order on anything to do with the engineering aspects of this place, everyone listened and no one argued. He looked at me, "go rest, you look tired."

"Just might do," I answered with a grim sigh. I was tired a lot lately, Jason said it was a good thing. I traipsed on back to our cell and stripped down to a singlet and a pair of shorts before getting into bed. I don't think I was there for too long before I heard Rick and Carl.

"Think the pigs made them sick? Or we made the pigs sick." Carl asked Rick, thinking that I was asleep.
"I think we should stay away from Judy a while," Rick answered. "Just in case.
"Okay," Carl replied.

I smiled, sometimes he was too grown up for his own good.
I don't like it, but…we have to protect her," Rick sighed. "If I had my way, PJ wouldn't be here, she'd be with the kids, keeping them safe. She's stubborn but we gotta protect her too."
"Yes, we do," Carl agreed. He paused. "Hey, Dad."
"Yeah?" Rick asked.

"Carol's been teaching the kids how to use weapons," Carl confessed. "How to kill. Their parents don't know and she doesn't want you to know. I think you should let her."

I frowned. Well, wonder how much trouble we'd get in if he knew it was a group effort between me, Ebony and Carol.
"I know you're gonna say it's not up to you," Rick answered back.
"But it can be," Carl argued back. "Dad?"

"Thank you for telling me," Rick nodded.
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I won't stop her," Rick told his son. "I won't say anything. I promise."

"Trying to sleep here!" I shouted, pulling my sheets over my head. "You two ladies chatting away about your hairstyles and what boys you like!"

Rick chuckled. "Sorry, PJ."

I sat up and flashed him a smile. "Lay with me for five?" I asked him.

Rick sighed. "Ok."

Carl held up his hands. "No kissing!"

"Can't promise you," I shrugged, pulling Rick down beside me.