Inside the cell block, Lori, Carol and Beth watch as the group prepare weapons and armor to go further inside, in search of more supplies.
Carl tries trying on a helmet but Rick pulls it away and tells him he isn't going and that he's needed back in the cells. Carl reluctantly agrees and the group exits.
Rick leads the way with Daryl. T-Dog and Hershel are next, Glenn and Y/N and then Maggie and Archer in the back.
They move slowly and quietly, stepping over dead bodies in the corridors.
Glenn paints arrows on the walls so they know how to get back.
Y/N bumps into Daryl and gasps, covering her mouth. They keep turning corners when suddenly they run into a group of walkers in prison uniforms.
Rick looks back and tries to motion them away quietly but it's too late. They've been spotted. "Go back! Go back!"
Formation is lost as the group run back the way they came, trying to maneuver their way through the dark hallways. Y/N and Archer get split up and they run into another cluster of the dead, cutting them off.
Archer grabs her arm and pulls her into a side room, shutting the door behind him. Their breathing is rough as they huddle in the small space.
She hears groaning outside, and voices shouting for the two. The noises become more muffled and distant, and finally silence. Y/N gently pushes open the door and glances down both halls. She nods at Archer and they walk out.
"Glenn? Rick?" Y/N calls.
She hears a voice from a few halls over. "Y/N?" It's Daryl.
She and Archer quickly make their way back to the group, where Hershel steps over a slumped body. Suddenly the walker comes to life and takes a chunk out of Hershel's leg.
He screams. Y/N gasps. Archer rushes to Maggie who starts to sob for her father. Someone shoots the walker. It's all a blur. Ears are ringing and people are shouting.
Y/N runs to help Hershel up with Rick. The walkers are back from all the noise and they're cut off again. Y/N and Rick lead the way with Hershel who's moaning the whole time. Maggie and Archer follow quickly. T-Dog, Glenn and Daryl bring up the rear.
They come to a dead end. "F*ck! We're blocked!" Y/N shouts.
They backtrack and find a door, chains wrapped around the handles. "Get that door open!" Daryl shouts, shooting an arrow into the skull of a walker behind them.
T-Dog runs to the front of the group and uses a tool to break it open. They all rush inside and slam the doors shut. Y/N and Rick lay Hershel down on the concrete floor. She quickly glances around and realizes they're in the cafeteria.
Y/N jumps up and grabs the fire axe from the glass container on the wall. She collapses to the floor and hands it to Rick. He removes his belt and wraps it around Hershel's leg.
"Hold him down!" Archer and Glenn hold him so he doesn't move. Y/N wraps her arms around Maggie tightly as she cries. Tears form in her own eyes as she watches Rick slam the axe against Hershel's leg repeatedly. Her mind flashes back to Dale. She was almost like a father figure to her after losing her own family. She can't lose Hershel too.
He passes out from the pain. Rick rubs his forehead, blood smearing. "He's losing too much blood."
Suddenly Daryl points his crossbow at the wall behind them. "Duck." He says.
Everyone does as he says and look up to see five men in prison uniforms staring at them through a grated window, shock on their faces.
The blonde one inhales. "Holy sh*t."
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Daryl walks toward them slowly. "Who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are YOU?" One of them asks.
Rick looks to Y/N who's still cradling Maggie. "He's bleeding out. We gotta go back."
Daryl nods his head at the men. "Come on out. Slow and steady."
The five men, work their way out of the back room and into the main area where the rest of the group eyes them carefully.
A hispanic man with long back hair, points at Hershel. "What happened to him?"
"He got bit." Daryl says.
"Bit?" The man pulls a gun from his waistband and T-Dog aims his own gun at him.
Daryl steps closer, crossbow still aimed at him. "Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt."
Glenn walks past the prisoners into the other room. "You got medical supplies?"
The tall black man holds his arm out. "Where do you think you're going?"
The long haired one eyes the group. "Who the hell are you people anyway?"
The blonde one nods. "Ain't look like no rescue team."
Rick ushers Archer over and the two pick up Hershel, carrying him to a table. Y/N stands up, holding Maggie's arm. "If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't."
They all gather up their weapons and grab hold of the table Hershel lays on. T-Dog opens the door to the hall, killing a walker outside. They quickly make their way back to their cell block, leaving both the prisoners and Hershel's leg behind.
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"Open the door! Carl!" Rick calls out. Carl quickly unlocks the gate to the cells and they rush inside. Y/N stays out in the other room with Daryl.
The five uniform wearing men, enter the space and Y/N grips her sword. Daryl, once again has his crossbow aimed at them. "That's far enough."
Y/N can hear shouting from the other room, as the group try to save Hershel's life.
The long haired man, holds his gun. "Cell block C. Cell four, that's mine, gringo. Let me in."
"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go." Daryl tells them.
The man narrows his eyes glancing toward the cell block where voices are heard. "What you got going on in there?"
"Nothing that concerns you." Y/N says.
He aims his gun at her angrily. "Don't be telling me what's my concern."
Daryl steps closer. "Watch it." He warns.
The tall black man speaks again, to his friend. "Chill, man. Dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now! Why are we still in here?"
The hispanic man shakes his head. "Group of civilians breaking into a prison you've got no business being in, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go!"
"Go find out." Y/N says roughly.
The blonde one looks nervous. "Maybe we'll just be going now."
The long haired man shouts. "We ain't leaving!"
T-Dog walks out of the cell block holding a gun. "You ain't coming here either."
"Hey, this is my house, my rules, I go where I damn well please!"
Daryl nudges his crossbow. "There ain't nothing for you here, why don't you go back to your own sandbox?"
Rick walks out of the cell block glancing at the men. "Everyone relax, there's no need for this."
The man with the gun nods towards the other room. "How many of you in there?"
Rick tilts his head. "Too many for you to handle."
"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?"
Y/N raises an eyebrow at that, but says nothing. Rick glances at his three people before looking at the prisoners. "How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?"
"Going on like 10 months."
The tall black man nods. "A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it."
A shorter black man speaks for the first time. "Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy."
The long haired man speaks again. "One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria, told us to sit tight, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back."
There's a pause and the taller man sighs. "That was 292 days ago."
"94 according to my-" the blonde starts but gets cut off by the gun-wielding man. "Shut up!"
"We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now." The tall one says.
Rick sighs. "There is no army."
The other man lowers his gun. "What?"
Y/N glances at them a little more sympathetically. "There's no government, no hospitals, no police. It's all gone. I'm sorry."
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