EPISODE TWO "any friends of yours are friends of ours" SEASON 4
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GREY KINGSTON
the ride to the prison has been a bumpy one. i don't know if it's the dirt road to blame or if daryl's just a terrible driver.
"grey kingston." carl shakes his head with a laugh.
"what?" i ask while tying a shirt around my thigh as a makeshift tourniquet.
"nothing. i just can't believe out of all the walkers and all the strangers that could've been in that house, it was you."
"what're the odds, right?" i tease, tightly fastening the shirt into a knot, which causes me to grunt in pain. "you call 'em walkers?"
carl nods his head.
"that's better than what i've been callin' 'em."
"what've you been calling them?"
"the dead." i scoff. "very unoriginal, i know."
carl chuckles and then faces forward again, "it's right up here." he points out the window.
"holy shit." i say, ducking my head to get a better view of the huge prison ground coming up on our right.
"you guys really took over this whole place?"
"well, one cell block so far."
"god, how many of you are there?"
"only 12 or so." he shrugs his shoulders.
we pull up to the gates, only a few walkers close by, but they aren't able to catch up to the car.
a group of a few people stare at the unfamiliar car as we approach. they begin walking towards the gates, weapons ready and all.
carl rolls down the window, hanging half his body out and waving his arms around so they know it's him.
i watch as a young man pulls on a pulley-system that opens the first set of walls. we enter through, driving past the second metal gate. this place seems pretty secure to me.
daryl puts the car in park and looks over at carl.
"well, come meet the group." carl smiles, grabbing his bag and popping the car door open.
as soon as his door opens, i hear the guy who let us in excitedly ask, "you found a fucking car?"
"glenn!" a woman with short hair smacks him in the arm.
carl shuts his door and my attention is turned to a familiar figure running down the path in front of us. a beige shirt cuffed below the elbows, a pair of tight jeans, and a head of curls.
i feel my heart skip a beat realizing it's carl's dad, rick.
"you okay?" his voice is muffled as he runs up to carl.
