𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲; 𝐭𝐰𝐝

𝟑𝟖

Rory

"Holy shit!" I hear one of them say.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asks, his bow still up.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them ask back.

"Rick, he's bleeding out." I moved down, putting pressure on the wound.

"She's right, Maggie come here. Put pressure on the knee, push hard! Push hard!" Maggie nods, doing as she's told.

"Come on out here. Slowly." Daryl orders them. I look up, watching as they all walk out.

"What happened to him?" one points to Hershel.

"He got bit." Daryl fills them in. The prisoner takes out his gun, which causes T-dog to pull out his.

"Woah, woah, woah, easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt."

"I need you to hold this, as hard as you can." Rick orders Maggie. I take my hands away as Rick tells me to. I sigh, wiping his blood on my pants.

"Y'all got medical supplies?" I ask, following Glenn into the room where the prisoners were before.

"Wow, where do you think you're going?" I ignore him, trying to find whatever could help. Nothing.

Glenn clears off a table with wheels, rolling it out to where Hershel is. I groan and follow behind him.

"Who the hell are you people anyways?"

"Don't look like no rescue team!"

"If a rescue teams what you're waiting for, don't!" I yell at them, helping get Hershel onto the table.

"We gotta go, now! T get the door!"

"Are you crazy," a prisoner yells. "Don't open that door!"

"We got this." T-dog says, going to the door. He kills a walker that comes in. We leave the room, going back to our cell block. T-dog takes the front, while me and Daryl take the back.

"Come on! Go, go, go!" Daryl yells.

"Stop, stop!" We all stop, it going silent.

"Follow the flashlights, come on let's go." I let out a huff.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!" We finally get back to our cell block. Rick yelling for Carl to let them in. I stay behind with Daryl, waiting for the prisoners.

"That's far enough." I state, stoping them all in their tracks. The main man, or who I guess is the main man, scoffs.

"Cell block c, cell four, that's mine gringo. Let me in." He states. I lean back, looking in, seeing that it was cell four they were using for Hershel.

"Sorry bud, using that cell." I shrug.

"Today's you lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go." Daryl states factually.

"What you got going on in there anyways?"

"None of your damn business." I roll my eyes. This dude is annoying.

"Don't be telling me what's my business." He yells back, pulling out his gun. I watch as another inmate puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Thomas, chill man. Dude's missing a leg. besides, we're free now! Why are we still here?"

"Your friend here got a point." Daryl says, still having his bow pointed at them.

"Yeah, and I've gotta check on my old lady."