My Dads name is Rick.

Here we go

Rick's P.O.V

"Not bad," Daryl comments.

"Flashbangs, CS Triple-Chasers. Not sure how'd they work on walkers, but well take 'em," I say.

Daryl picks up a helmet and some disgusting goo drips from it.

"Wow that's distugsting," Arielle scrunches her nose in disgust.

"I ain't wearing this shit," Daryl says.

"We could boil them," T suggests.

"Ain't enough firewood in a whole forest. Besides, we've made it this far without 'em right?" Daryl shrugs.

"Exactly," Arielle smiles in agreement.

"Hershel?" Carol calls out.

"Everything alright?" I ask.

"Yeah, nothing for you to worry about," Carol smiles at me.

About 10 minutes later, Glenn, Maggie, T, Daryl, Arielle, Hershel an I gear up. Carl comes in and tries on a helmet.

"You won't need that. You needa stay put," I tell him.

"You're kidding!" He retorts.

"Carl, we have no idea what's in there. If something goes wrong you could be the last man standing. We need you to handle things here," Arielle steps in.

"Sure," Carl smiles before hugging her.

"Great, let's go!" I say.

Arielle's P.O.V

"Arielle you stay close to me. If not, stick by Daryl or T," dad warns me.

"Kay kay."

We head through the maze of the prison. Glenn spray paints an arrow on every corner. I almost slip when I walk in a puddle of blood.

"Yo Ari you okay?" T whispers, grabbing my elbow.

"Yeah I-"

"Go back! Go back! Go back, move! This way!" Dad shouts.

We start running back.

"Come on! Come on!" Glenn shouts.

"Come on, this way!" Daryl yells.

T scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder as he continues to run. We finally come to a stop and he places me on the ground. Daryl yanks me next to him and wraps his arm around my waist.

"Thanks T," I whisper.

He nods and smiles.

"Where's Glenny and Mags?" I ask.

"We have to go back!" Hershel says.

"But which way?" Daryl questions.

We open the door and Hershel takes the lead. T goes next, then Daryl ushers me in front and keeps his hand on the small off my back. Dad took up the back.

"Ye good Ari?" Daryl asks.

"Yeah, you?"

"Mmhmm."

"No! No, daddy! No!" Maggie's scream echoes.

We run towards her scream. Dad shoots the rotter that bit Hershel's leg. Rotters start closing in in us.

"Daryl!" Dad yells.

"Run!" T shouts.

"We're blocked!" Dad groans.

"Get back! Get back!" T yells.

"Over here!" I shout, waving them over to a door.

Daryl runs foward and manages to break through the door.