𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

- 𝟒𝟏

     they'd have to cut hershel's leg off.

     rick scrambled to take his belt off to cut off the circulation to herhsel's leg in order to stop the blood from circulating. it would help him not bleed out. he tied it tightly around the area, cauterizing it.

      maggie held her father close, the palm of her hands placed on his cheeks, trying to comfort him as rick made a life or death decision.

     "only one way to keep you alive." rick declared to him, taking the hatchet off the floor, beginning to lacerate his lower leg.

     from the side, rosaline grimaced, looking the other way for a moment as blood splattered everywhere. if she wasn't so afraid, she'd be feeling sick watching the sight.

     the leader dropped the hatchet to the floor with a clank, his hands bloody, "he's bleeding out." he announced.

     daryl's head rotated to the side. five figures had risen above a counter to look at them from the grating. the marksman pushed rosaline to the floor, whispering 'duck' to the whole group before rising and pointing his crossbow at them.

     when the girl dared to look up, it looked like the five figures were prisoners. they were dressed in prisoner clothing and seemed like they hadn't been out of that space in a long time.

     "holy shit." one of them tumbled out, eyes widening at the scene before him.

     daryl slowly stepped towards them, crossbow following their every move, "who the hell are you?" he snapped.

     "who the hell are you?" one of them repeated.

     rick seemed to have no time for the situation at hand, "he's bleeding out. we gotta go back."

     rosa looked at him, "there's no way we can make our way back through that."

     "come around here, put pressure on the knee. hard and push!" he demanded. since rick used to be a sheriff, he knew a thing or two about serious wounds. this was one part of it.

     the girl followed his instructions, trying to use all her strength to keep the wound pressurized. glenn and maggie joined her shortly.

     meanwhile, daryl was dealing with the strangers, "why don't you come out of there? slow and steady..."

     the prisoners followed his instructions, but they seemed more interested in what was going on with hershel, "what happened to him?" one of them asked.

     he had long hair, some growth in his face. a white tank top and long blue overalls that he was wearing at the waist. a typical outfit for a felon.

     "he got bit." daryl barked back.

     "bit?" he'd replied with confusion.

     t-dog also took out his pistol aiming it at them in order to back up daryl.

     "whoa, whoa, whoa. easy now." he soothed trying to get them to back up, "nobody needs to get hurt."

     from the floor rick was still giving out instructions, "i need you to hold this," he requested maggie.

     she dipped her head, hands shaking, "okay."