GENESIS | THE WALKING DEAD • OC X OC | ON HOLD

✥Thrity-Six✥

Genesis' View

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl and I walked towards the cage.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them repeated.

"He's bleeding out," Rick called to us. "We gotta go back. Come around here. Put pressure on the knee." Rick ordered.

"Why don't you five come on out of there?" I suggested.

"Slow and steady." Daryl held them at crossbow point.

"What happened to him?" The guy with the long dark hair asked.

"That's none of your concern," I answered without hesitation.

"He got bit." Daryl ignored my words.

"Bit?" He pulled out his gun, and I heard T's gun click.

"Don't think about it, New Jersey Drive," I spoke.

He flipped between the three of us, seeing who was more of a threat. It didn't matter, since we were all more powerful than him.

Rick was talking to Maggie, Kaden, and Glenn, but I drowned them out to focus on the convicts in front of us.

"You have medical supplies?" Glenn barged his way into where the convicts just were.

The geeks at the door banged against it, the tallest one of their group flinching a small bit.

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" New Jersey asked.

"Don't look like no rescue team." Devil's Rejects worried.

"If y'all are waiting for a rescue team, they ain't coming," I told them.

They got Hershel on something with wheels, and they started to leave.

"Daryl! Gen!" Rick called for us, and we slowly backed out of the room.

Kaden led the way through the halls, Daryl and I taking up the back since the convicts were going to follow us.

"Rick. You guys get him back to the cellblock. We got them." I referred to Daryl, T, and me.

I handed Glenn my set of keys, and they started going again.

We made it back to the cellblock, and while everyone walked in, Daryl and T, and I sat outside of the block, locked and loaded.

I sat on one of the metal tables, while Daryl had one foot on it, resting his elbow on his knee, and T-Dog was standing against the wall, as we all for the five of them to show up.

As New Jersey rounded the corner, his fellow convicts trailing behind, I tensed my back up.

"That's far enough," Daryl spoke.

"Cell Block C. Cell four, that's mind, gringo. Let me in." New Jersey said.

"Today must be your lucky day, boys. All five of you have been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're all free to go. Run wild." I stared directly at New Jersey.

"What you got going on in there?" Jersey asked, ignoring me.

"It ain't none of your concern," Daryl answered.

"Don't be telling me what's my concern." He said, and I shot up from my spot. I was now in front of Daryl, about three feet from Jersey.

"Chill, man. The dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why are we still here?" The Jolly Green Giant spoke to Jersey.

"Jolly Green Giant has a point." I stood my ground.

"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady." True Blood considered.