I got up late, I think. After getting up and changing, I went out of the cell block and saw that most of the people in the cell block were already working, I assumed. The only person I saw was Beth who was taking care of Judith as usual. I gave a small wave to them and went to get some food from somewhere.

In the common room, I saw Isaac sitting at one of the tables. He was writing or drawing something I didn't see as I walked past, giving him a wave but continued making my way outside, hoping more people were out there. He stood up when he saw me.

"Hey," he smiled. "What are you doing today?"

"I don't really know," I said. "Fences, maybe. Cull only took out one cluster yesterday and I think it's starting to build back up. But I need something to eat first."

"Maybe I could help," Isaac said, following me outside.

"You got food on you?"

"No, I meant on the fences," he said. "I could help with that."

"I mean, if you want to," I shrugged. "We have gloves and aprons for the blood and stuff. Up to you, I guess."

When we made it outside, Carol was there finishing up making something on the grill we put together. She gave a small smile and a wave when she saw us,

"Hey Carol," I said, coming out to the barbeque area and sitting down.

"Help! Help! Please, come quick!" Lizzie was yelling as she ran out of the prison, her sister trailing her the whole way.

I shot to my feet, as Carol came around the desk. She rushed over to the girls to find out what was wrong. My mind started racing, and I pulled out my axe almost immediately but didn't know what to do. We had a plan for when these things happened, but whether it was people or walkers, I couldn't tell.

"What's happening?" Isaac asked.

"I don't know." I had my axe in my hand and my head flipped around to find any signs of danger. "Breach maybe. Fuck!"

I heard footsteps racing towards me, and Rick was running through the gate. "What is it?! What's happening?!"

"I don't know," I called back.

There were more bangs that sounded like gunshots, but I couldn't tell where they came from in the prison. I watched as Carol ran over to Lizzie and Mika, but the only word I could make out was walkers.

Glenn ran out of C block and over to Carol, as she explained what Lizzie had told her. Again, all I could hear were walkers. Walkers probably meant a breach, walkers got in somewhere, maybe at the back. It didn't make any sense, the fences at the back were fine, never any herds.

"Walkers in D!" Glenn yelled, standing with Carol, Lizzie and Mika.

"What about C?" Rick asked.

"Clear," Sasha answered, following Glenn out of C, Daryl and Tyreese just behind her. "We locked the gates to the tombs. Hershel's on guard."

"It ain't a breach!" Daryl yelled.

"We followed the plan," Sasha called and they went into the prison.

Rick turned around, pointing at me and Isaac. "Isaac! Go down to the tower with Maggie and Carl! Ace, with me."

I turned to Isaac, "Are you going to be okay—?"

"I'll be fine, go!" He said and ran back towards the field.

I sprinted after Rick, following them to the D block. My chest burned the further I ran, but I managed to catch up with Rick and the others as we came into sight of Cellblock D. I kept my axe in my hand as I ran around the corner and into the block.

I could hear all the screaming from everyone who was in there, the people without weapons that were staying there. There was someone in the doorway with a shotgun that Daryl snatched from his hands as we made it inside.

"Daryl!" Rick called. He threw Rick the gun, but Rick cocked it and it was out, so he handed it to someone who ran down the stairs and out of the cell block. "Take that! Get out of here!"

"Rick! You can have mine!" I told him.

"No!" He yelled back and started helping people down the stairs. "Keep it, go help the others!"

I ran forward with my axe to follow Glenn, jumping back when a walker came out of one of the cells. One of our people, a bite down their neck. God. I swung my axe forward into their head and breathed out.

I'd killed walkers before, never anyone I knew.

When I looked for the others, there was a kid—Luke—on the floor with another of our own turned members chasing after him. I went to kill the walker that came after him, but another came out of the cell towards me, and I had to take it out before it could bite me.

Daryl rushed to grab Luke. "Get up! Get back in the cell!"

The kid hung around his neck as Daryl aimed the crossbow back and shot the walker.

"Molly!" Carol called one of the girls. "Come with me!"

"Wait! Wait!" Karen yelled and waved the girls over to her.

"Ace!" Carol yelled, nodding to a walker between them.

"Got it!" I rushed forward with my knife and killed it, giving Carol a path to take Molly over to Karen.

Carol moved past me when I noticed Lizzie and Mika's dad down the cell block getting bit on the arm. Glenn killed the walker that got him as Carol helped him get into his cell. She had to amputate his arm.

"Karen!" Tyreese yelled. "Karen!"

"I'm okay," she promised.

I stepped away as she cried into his shoulder, giving Tyreese a nod as I turned to check the bodies. I pushed one over, stabbing it in the back of the head just in case.

"Ace!" Daryl called. "Upstairs!"

I nodded, climbing up the opposite stairs to him, meeting both him and Rick at the top of the perch cage.

Just as I reached the top, Glenn went to enter one of the cells. As he pulled the curtain back, a walker stepped out of the door and tried to grab him. He shoved his arms out and held the walker away, but it pushed him back and Glenn had to spin around to stop himself from falling over the railing.

"Get down!" Daryl yelled.

Glenn ducked as Daryl shot an arrow his way, it landed in the side of the walker's head and Glenn was able to push it to the ground but fell with it, sitting back against the wall next to the cell door. Rick and Daryl moved over, Rick helping him up off the ground before going to inspect the body.

"Thanks," Glenn said.

I rushed over to him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my head in his chest. "Are you bit?"

"I'm okay," he said, resting an arm over my shoulder.

Rick pulled back the curtain back with his arm, checking the rest of the cell and revealing the body of the walker that was biting Glenn, when I realised who it was, my heart sank.

"Oh, it's Patrick," Daryl said. He looked back down over the railing and continued. "It's all of 'em."

We had to start checking the upper cells for walkers or dead people as the others came into D block. Hershel and Dr. S were in to help with any amputations, but as far as I could tell the only one I saw was with Carol, and for the lack of screaming that came from the cells below, I don't think she did it, which meant one thing: he had more bites. Lizzie and Mika's dad was going to die.

I had to push the sadness of what happened down and entered one of the cells, seeing a person lying on the bed with a bite in their throat. I pulled out my knife, turned their head to the side and stabbed it in before he got a chance to turn. The blood ran down my knife, dripping off at the guard.

Glenn had left his cell as I came out of this one, and he gave me a sad look, walking over to me when he saw the blood-covered knife in my hand.

"Hey," Glenn whispered. "You didn't have to do that. I would've taken care of it."

I shook my head and turned around, having no energy anymore to answer him. Part of me chalked it up to the fact that I had to get used to it, putting down our people if they were going to turn or die. The same thing happened with Zach yesterday.

I made my way towards Rick and Daryl at the other end of the balcony as Glenn turned down the stairs to help the people at the bottom of the cell block. Arms stuck out through the end cell to Rick and Daryl, as Rick stepped forward and stabbed him through the locked cell.

"Is that Charlie?" I asked.

Rick gave a nod, and I breathed out a sigh through my nose.

"How'd the walkers get him through the cell?" I asked. "It's locked, right?"

"I don't know," Rick asked.

Daryl took his keys and opened the cell. "I don't see any bites. I'll get Hershel and the Doc."

"Yeah," Rick nodded and kneeled to inspect Charlie's body. "How are you doing?" Rick asked. "After yesterday and all this today—"

"I'm fine," I cut him off, leaning back against the wall.

Dr. S and Hershel followed Daryl around the corner, and they stopped at the cell when they saw the body. Dr. S moved past us and kneeled next to the body with Rick, inspecting his body to find out how he died.

"No bites. No wounds," Rick said, glancing back over his shoulder. "I think he just died."

Nothing like this had happened to us; people died, but natural causes weren't common deaths anymore. Randall turned because Shane snapped his neck, Tony turned because Rick shot him. We knew that people turned when they died, but we didn't have bad people in our group. No one killed each other around here.

It was strange.

"Horribly, too," Dr. S. agreed. "Pleurisy aspiration."

I frowned. "What?"

"Choked to death on his own blood," Hershel explained. "Caused those trails down his face."

My eyes went back down to Charlie's body, the blood trailing down from his eyes, mouth and nose. He choked to death in his blood, drowning in his blood. I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding in, and I felt sick.

"I've seen them before on a walker outside the fences," Rick said.

"I saw them on Patrick, too," Daryl added.

I remembered seeing blood on Patrick, I thought it was because of a bite until now. Two people were sick and died in one night. I knew no one would have killed anyone else, but the last time anyone was sick was because of a cold in the Winter.

"They're from the internal lung pressure building up," Dr. S started to explain, "like if you shake a soda can and pop the top. Only imagine your eyes, ears, nose, and throat are the top."

"It's a sickness," Bob said. "From the walkers?"

"No, these things happened before they were around. Could be pneumococcal. Most likely an aggressive flu strain."

"Someone locked him in just in time," Hershel noted.

"No, man. Charlie used to sleepwalk. Locked himself in," Daryl said. "Hell, he was just outside eating barbecue yesterday. How could somebody die in a day just from a cold?"

"I had a sick pig," Rick stood up. "It died quick. Saw a sick boar in the woods."

"Pigs and birds. That's how these things spread in the past," Hershel said.

"Spanish flu was an influenza virus that went from birds, mixed in pigs and got people sick," I said, crossing my arms. "Never thought that case study would be important again."

Hershel nodded. "We need to do something about those hogs."

"Maybe we got lucky. Maybe these two cases are it," Dr. S said.

Wishful thinking.

"Haven't seen anybody be lucky in a long time," Bob shook his head, crossing his arms. "Bugs like to run through close quarters. Doesn't get any closer than this."

"All of us in here, we've all been exposed."

I hated that, but I knew there was someone who was going to hate it more than me.

Isaac.

This was going to freak him out. He hated the walkers, but the fences were able to keep them out. The sickness was inside the fences, and we had nothing to stop it.

Not only that, but I was worried that he would get sick too. I don't know how it'd affect him, but he said that if he's around anything messy—for want of a better word—then he gets very anxious. But how anxious? It's not like I could ask him because he'd have to stay around me to talk about it.

"We need to call a meeting," Hershel said to Daryl.

"Can we tell the others first?" I asked. "They're going to be worried, they might come in here."

Hershel nodded. "I'll get the others."

Rick grabbed my shoulder. "Come on, we'll let them know."

When we made it outside, I could see Maggie and Isaac helping Michonne walk back towards the prison. She was limping, wincing every step she took on her . . . foot. Carl was behind them until he saw us coming out of the prison.

He started sprinting over to us.

"Hey, you might want to stay back, Carl." Rick held up a hand, but Carl slammed into his chest and hugged him tight.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't see you come out," Carl said, hanging off of him. I wanted to hug him, squeeze his shoulder or do anything that could've made him feel better about thinking he almost lost his dad, but I couldn't. Him hugging Rick was too risky, and we were both in D Block.

"It's okay," Rick pushed him away, and took a step back, holding his arm up again. "I'm here. I'm fine. But back away."

Carl took a step back too, but didn't ask why he needed to or even seemed to care as he continued explaining what happened down at the tower. "I had to use one of the guns by the gate. I swear I didn't want to."

"I was coming back," Michonne said. "I fell. They came out and helped me."

"Are you all right?" Rick asked.

"What happened in there?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, what do we have to stay back?" Isaac asked suspiciously.

Rick glanced my way, before sighing. "Patrick got sick last night. It's some kind of flu. It moves fast. We think he died and attacked the cell block."

I could see Isaac's face drop. (Whether it was because Patrick died or because of the flu, I couldn't tell). His arm dropped from around Michonne, and his mouth hung open a little in silent thought. I felt terrible for him, my chest ached at the look on his face.

Rick looked at Carl, "Look, I know he was your friend and I'm sorry. He was a good kid. We lost a lot of good people." He turned to Maggie next. "Glenn and your dad are okay, but they were in there. You shouldn't get too close to anyone who might have been exposed, at least for a little while. Carl. All of you."

Maggie nodded and said something to Michonne as Carl led them into C block.

Isaac didn't move though. He was shaking his head as he stammered out the beginning of a sentence a few times. "I . . . we—we were speaking to Patrick just—just yesterday, do we—?" He stopped himself and choked out. "Oh God."

"I'm sorry," I got out.

"Isaac, it's going to be okay," Rick promised. "You should head back to C Block, they're working this out."

Isaac said nothing—did nothing for what felt like a full minute. His eyes met mine, and then he looked away and breathed out a loud breath. Eventually, he nodded, turning to follow Maggie and Michonne.

"He's going to be okay," Rick told me.

I nodded but didn't have an answer for that. None of us were equipped to help Isaac through this. All we could do was just be nice, and watch him, but we didn't know how he was going to react if someone near him got sick or if he got sick himself.

"I need to go to the meeting," I said after a moment of silence. "You coming?"

"No . . . no, I can't," he shook his head but squeezed my shoulder.

"I'll see you later."

Hershel explained to Carol and Sasha about the sickness, and how Patrick and Charlie died. He said that everyone could potentially be exposed, but the people who lived and slept in D Block were the most likely to be infected. Maybe some were lucky, resistant to whatever was killing our members, but they would be the ones we'd have to keep an eye on and separate from high-risk members of the group.

Everyone was most worried about Judith, including me. I wanted to make sure she was okay and be around her, but I couldn't. If I were a carrier, she would get sick, and she hadn't built up her immune system enough to fight off the infection. She would just die. It was the same with a lot of the kids.

Sasha couldn't say anything, but Carol was

"Patrick was fine yesterday, and he died overnight. Two people died that quick?" Carol asked, and I gave a weak nod. "We'll have to separate everyone that's been exposed."

"That's everyone in that cell block," Daryl said. "That's all of us. Maybe more."

"We know that this sickness can be lethal. We don't know how easily it spreads. Is anyone else showing symptoms that we know of?" Hershel rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward.

"We can't just wait and see," Carol said. "And there's children. It isn't just the illness, if people die they become a threat."

"We need a place for them to go," Hershel agreed. "They can't stay in D. We can't risk going in there to clean it up."

"Not without meds," I muttered. "We send people in to disinfect it and they just get sick. We need medicine."

"We'll find some," Daryl promised.

"We can use cell block A," Carol said, answering Hershel's question.

"Death row?" Glenn asked, his face looking grim. "I'm not sure that's much of an upgrade."

"It's clean, that's an upgrade," Daryl said and turned to look at Hershel. "Think that'll work for Dr. S?"

Hershel nodded. "I'll help Caleb get it set up."

I almost jumped when I heard coughing from outside the library, really bad coughing. I hoped it would stop, but it didn't, and the woman continued letting out loud throaty coughs. That's three, someone else is sick.

"Shit," I muttered, standing up.

Almost everyone jumped to their feet and walked to the door, stepping outside just to hear Tyreese ask, "You okay?"

Karen hummed with a nod, saying that she was okay.

"You sure?" Carol asked, stepping out of the library. "You don't sound so good."

"We're just taking her back to my cell so she can rest," Tyreese said and continued to lead Karen down the hallway.

Hershel stopped them, saying, "Tyreese, I don't think that's a good idea."

Both of them turned around, and Karen held on to Tyreese for support. "Why? What's going on now?"

"We think it's a flu or something," Glenn explained. "That's how Patrick died."

Hershel nodded and said, "Judith was in that cell block. She's vulnerable. Anyone that may be sick or even exposed should stay away."

"It killed Patrick?" Karen asked, her eyes wide as she shook her head.

"She's gonna be okay," Tyreese said, but his voice was more worried than he was letting on. "Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?"

"Don't panic." Hershel raised a hand. "We're going to figure this out. But we should keep you separated in the meantime. We'll have Caleb take a look at you. I'll see what we have in the way of medications."

Karen nodded and looked at Hershel. "David from the Decatur group, he's been coughing, too."

I'll get him," Glenn said and stopped to look at Sasha. "There are some empty clean cells in the tombs, right?"

Sasha nodded, "Yeah, we'll meet you there."

"Okay."

Glenn disappeared around the corner as he walked away to find David.

Sasha moved over to Tyreese and Karen. "Come on. Let's get you settled."

As everyone left, Hershel said. "We'll have to call another meeting later."

"Alright," Daryl said. "I'll get to burying the dead ones."

I nodded. "I need to get to work on the fences. They only cleared one cluster yesterday and the noise is bound to draw in more. Most of our crew needs to be quarantined so someone has to deal with that."

"Wear a mask and gloves," Hershel said. "We don't want to put anyone else at risk. Rick said there were sick walkers outside, too. If you haven't been infected yet then those will probably finish the job."

I nodded.

Back in the cell block, I grabbed surgical gloves and masks from the supplies we had; we picked them up at the prosthetic clinic the same day I got Isaac his gloves. I bit my lip as I put the gloves on, and then the mask. I guessed Daryl would have to do the same as me to bury the possibly infected bodies.

It was so strange, always being worried about whether you were around something or touched something that could've made you sick, being worried about getting other people sick. I guess that's where Isaac's OCD stemmed from, remembering everything he told me about it the night we met. Part of me didn't believe it could get this bad for us, though.

I could see the fences from the courtyard. The cluster nearest the prison had grown, and the one to the right of the door was also getting bigger and bigger, drawn out of the woods with all the shooting that happened.

That's when I noticed the fences swaying. I had to blink over and over again, my mouth hung open when I realised that it was coming apart. No, I secured them. I looked for the logs and branches I leaned up against them as support, but some were gone.

I ran over to the tower and between the fences to find out what happened, and when I got there I saw that one of the logs had been pushed down, the other, the plank of wood was snapping under the weight of the walkers. A pipe we were using bent in and out of place, probably due to the heat and being in direct sunlight.

"Fuck!"

I had to kill the walkers. I grabbed my knife and started jabbing it through the fences into the walker's heads as fast as I could, but the herd just kept coming, more bodies shambled my way and leaned against the fences.

When the wire bent down, I jumped back. If it did fall, getting caught underneath was not somewhere I wanted to be. The wakers could reach their fingers through, scratching at my skin and tearing my flesh apart. Not a good vision, as far as I was concerned.

But if the fence came down, everyone in the prison would die. We didn't have the ammo to take care of something like this, and with that many walkers outside, we would be locked in the prison with the flu, the farm would be taken over and we'd be stuck inside until we ran out of food.

I had to keep the fence up myself.

I couldn't put my hands against the bodies, or they'd just bite me. Instead, I grabbed one of the logs that had broken under the weight and lay it along the length of the fence before pushing my body against it. The walkers pushed back, and my feed started slipping back on the gravel.

Looking around, I hoped that maybe someone was on watch, maybe someone was close enough that they would hear me shouting for help. Shooting wouldn't help, because it'd just bring more walkers to me.

I remembered Daryl saying that he was going to bury the bodies, and just as I was going to shout out for him, I saw someone else walking down the path near the guard tower. Maggie. She hadn't seen me, probably going back on watch because she was still scheduled.

That would have to wait.

"Maggie!" I yelled out, but she didn't hear me at first. "MAGGIE!"

She sprinted around the tower and over to me.

"Please, I need help! I can't hold it!" I turned so my shoulder was against the log, trying to ignore how uncomfortably close I was to being scratched by the walkers. I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed back harder. "It's going to come down, the logs are just breaking!"

"I'll get some help," she said, shouting demands as she started running away. "Keep trying to kill them!"

I propped the log up again, hoping it'd hold the fence enough for me to let go and start stabbing the walkers again. I wanted to run back to the front of the fence and grab a pipe, something longer to kill the walkers with, but I was worried that leaving here would be enough time for the chain link to fall.

Maggie shouted across the field, getting the attention of some of the others who would be able to help. All I could do was wait and hold out long enough for help. That was all I could do. The remaining walkers growled and snapped, there were so many of them that it was making my head spin and my ears hurt from the noise. The stench was the worst of it.

I grabbed the log again and slammed it into the fence, hoping the blow would knock some of them backwards, but there were so many more of them that they just absorbed the impact. I pushed my weight against them again, trying to stop the fence from bending inwards as I waited for the others.

I heard Maggie yelling before I saw them arrive, "The noise drew 'em out and now this part's starting to give!"

Turning my head to the side, I could see the others behind her, Rick and Daryl the closest. Glenn, Tyreese and Sasha were last to arrive, but they all jumped into action and started killing the walkers around me.

"Ace!" Daryl yelled. "Step back!"

I stepped back and dropped the log, taking a second to try and catch my breath while the others worked around me.

"Are you okay?" Rick asked. "No scratches?"

"No," I panted. "All good."

It took a moment for me to stop panting, and my breath stopped blowing back into my cheeks from the surgical mask. When I was ready, I pulled my knife out from the holster and stepped forward to kill more walkers.

"Ace, I brought this." Maggie threw a pipe my way, which I picked up off the ground. I understood her hesitancy to be around me, not wanting to get sick.

"Thanks."

I grabbed the pipe and started stabbing the walkers again as fast as I could. Rick grunted beside me as he slammed the back end of the crowbar through the fence and into the skull of a walker that got jammed down under the other bodies.

As Maggie stabbed a walker and pulled her weapon back, she fell to the ground. Glenn kneeled to help her up, but she ignored his hand and pushed herself to her feet, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Don't," Maggie stopped him. "We're supposed to stay away from each other.

I saw Glenn nod, but I knew he wasn't happy about it. He couldn't help his wife, he couldn't be around her or hug her or anything. I could see the disdain on his face, how he said nothing and went straight back to work.

I pretended I hadn't seen or heard them and continued what I was doing, trying to give them whatever privacy I could.

"Are you seeing this?!" Sasha yelled.

I stopped what I was doing, as did everyone else, and we walked to see what she was talking about. She was looking at something on the ground, and when I got closer I realised it was the remains of dead rats and mice.

"Is someone feeding these things?" She asked, completely disgusted. I was too.

I didn't even know what to say. Luckily I was cut off by the fence that groaned as it bent down inwards. One of the walkers was climbing its way up the fence, able to pull its weight up as the fence continued coming down.

"Heads up!" Daryl yelled.

"This part of the fence, now!" Sasha screamed.

I ran back and started slamming my pipe through to kill the walkers.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Glenn was yelling beside me.

We all stepped back as the fence continued to bend downwards, and I could feel the worry radiating off of everyone. It was going to come down, it was going to come down and we were standing right here.

"It's going to give!" Rick started yelling, and then they moved forward to start pushing the fence back.

I shoved my hands against the walker's bodies, hoping none of them slipped their heads through and bit me. The walkers in front of me were stepping on the bottom of the fence, which pushed it more my way, back towards the rest of us.

"Everyone back!" Daryl yelled. "Come on! Back! Now!"

I pushed myself back, standing in line with everyone who had also backed away from the fence, panting.

"The fence keeps bending in like that, those walkers are coming over it," Sasha said.

No one knew what else to do or say, continuing to kill the walkers would be useless if we were just going to get trapped here. I felt my heart drop to my stomach at the thought of losing something that took me so long to put together.

"Daryl, get the truck," Rick said. "I know what to do."

Daryl nodded, running off.

"I need to get something ready," Rick said, following suit.

"What is it?" I asked, going after him. "Didn't you need any help?"

"We need to get all the piglets, and use them as a distraction to lure the walkers away," Rick explained, his face looked grim and I could hear the sadness in his voice. I understood it, he raised those piglets and now he had to feed them to the walkers.

"Jesus," I muttered. "Are you sure?"

Rick didn't look sure, but he nodded anyway. "We needed to do something about the piglets anyway. Now's as good a time as any."

"Do you want me there?" I asked. "I can do it for you."

"No," he shook his head. "Stay on the fences, help the others. I don't want you out there."

I went to argue, but he shot me a look, so I nodded and made my way back to the fence. We all went back to killing the walkers, stopping the fences from coming down.

The truck rolled up to the gate, where Maggie was waiting to let them in and out. I could barely see her pulling on the ropes, and the red gate swung open to let Daryl drive the truck out. Rick was on the back of the trailer with the box of piglets.

After a moment, I could hear the first pig screaming over the top of the walker groans and snarls. Their attention started to get dragged away from us, and we were able to take out the walkers in front of the fence that was still focused on us.

"We need to add more supports while they're distracted," I said. "There are some logs up by the workshop."

"I got it," Tyreese said. "Glenn, help me."

"On it."

"What do we do?" Sasha asked.

"We kill what we can," I said. "There is nothing else."

And that's what we did until we got, killing the walkers until Glenn and Tyreese got back. We helped them carry the logs to the fence and prop them up against the part of the fence that had been bending down. One day I would have to dig out a hole and cement a log down so the fence could stay up, but we didn't have that kind of time right now.

"One more," Glenn called as we carried it over. "Those pigs worked. Glad we had enough time to get this done."

Eventually, the screeching of the pigs stopped and the majority of the walkers were busy eating what was left of their bodies. We got the fences propped up so the chainlink wasn't bending anymore and Daryl pulled the car back around to re-enter the prison. I sighed, killing another walker.

This day could not end fast enough.

Here's another one. Season 4 was a lot more fun to write than I expected seeing as it's completely overshadowed by the much better Seasons 3 and 5. Anyway, I have a boat load of coursework along with a 3rd year Biology dissertation to make this year so if it does slow down then I apologise.

Hope you enjoyed and let me know what you thought :)