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NO ONE HAD NOTICED SAMANTHA WAS GONE YET, they knew Maggie and Glenn were missing but not her. Hershel had gotten hurt his leg getting eaten, Rick knew he would have to chop it off if we were to survive. Rick swallowed any vomit that filled his mouth as he brought the mini knife down on Hershel's leg praying for a clean cut.
Samantha sat on the floor leaning against the wall. Blood splattered all over it and her. She played with the flashlight twirling it in her hand. She stared into the darkness of the halls. A walker turned the hall and she shoved her sword into's it abdomen bringing her sword up cutting it in half.
She assumed they had gone back, besides she had no idea where she was. She didn't want to get lost in the prison, and she didn't want to run into anymore.
Everyone rushed to take care of Hershel when they got back. Everyone listened to Carol's instructions, Lori held Beth while she cried. No one had noticed the prisoners had followed them.
But as Daryl set up his arrow he heard the sounds of their footsteps and rested his foot on the table seat and brought his crossbow. Until one walked through, then another, and another until they all stepped into the cellblock.
"Who the fuck are you?" Samantha would've said if she was there. But she wasn't, and she was no longer the same.
"That's far enough," Daryl said and they stopped afraid of getting an arrow in the head. "Cell 4, that's mine gringo." Daryl rolled his eyes, "I don't give a fuck if it was your cell." He said, "I don't care if Hitler slept there. You have been pardoned by the state of Georgia, have fun." Samantha had been a bad influence on him. "What's going on in there?" The prisoner asked.
"None of your concern," Daryl stood up. "Don't tell me what's my concern," He said pulling out a gun. At this moment he wished Samantha would come behind them and kill them. Although he hadn't yet noticed she was gone.
"Chill man, that dude's leg is jacked. Plus we're free," The taller one said. "Man's gotta point," Daryl agreed to try to get them to leave. They started talking about the things they had waiting for him. Daryl let them talk trying not to aggravate them, only for the others.
"You know a group of civilians, in a prison, got me thinking we got no place to go." Daryl felt Samantha rubbing off on him as he said "Did you also not take 5th grade English, or did you skip the whole school experience?" The man looked at Daryl gripping his gun even harder.
"Maybe we should get going," The older one said. "We ain't leaving," The one with the gun said. "You ain't stay either," T-dog pointed his gun at him.
"My house my rules, I go where I damn please." The man in charge of the small group said. Rick came out just as everyone started yelling. "Everyone chill out, there is no need for this." Rick being the peacekeeper he was. "How many of you in there," He moved the gun pointing to the cell block.
