𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S3: Jail Break

(Naomie)

"The door!"

What the-

Jumping off the top bunk I rush to the door of the cell, Carl is there struggling to find the key to unlock it.

"He's losing to much blood."

"Open the door, Carl!" Rick screams, and that's when I see them wheeling Hershel in on a moving table. Oh no!

"I'm trying-." Carl gasps fumbling with the keys. "I don't know which one."

I snatch the key that opens the lock. He takes it from me and unlocks the door quickly, swinging it open as Maggie, Rick, and Glenn wheel in Hershel.

"Oh, my god."

"It's Hershel." I scream to everyone else.

"Daddy!"

"Go, go, go, in there."

When I get a good look at him, I notice that he's passed out and that one of his legs is- gone! I clutch my stomach to try and stop myself from throwing up.

Turning my attention back I notice Daryl and T haven't followed the rest of them inside. I make my way back into the open room of the cell, where Daryl leaning on the table his bow pointing towards the open door. I can't find T.

"What happened?" I ask stepping up behind him.

"He was bit." Daryl responds his attention staying on the door. That's when I hear it, the sounds of multiple feet quietly walking down a hall. Someone else is here, and they're not walkers. Daryl voice is low when he grumbles. "Gun."

Without hesitation I yank out my weapon and point it towards the door. Making sure to keep most of my body behind Daryl's.

The first man to enter wears a white tank top, with tattoos on his arms. His jump suit is tied around his waste, and some of his long hair is pulled back into a bun. I take a deeper breath as four more men enter behind him. One man is short, the other tall, and one is a red head who looks like he belongs in a car repair shop rather than a prison. My shoulders stiffen when the last man walks in. He's huge, almost as tall as the door frame and carrying a long pipe. Once I notice his face my shoulders relax, he might be huge but his face is not scary at all. If anything he looks...sweet.

"That's far enough." Daryl growls at the first man.

"Cell block C. Cell 4-- that's mine." The man in the tank top replies, something snappy in his voice makes my hairs stand. "Let me in." His head tilts to the side when he notices me. His eyes moving from me to Daryl multiple times. "She yours? Looks like you." Somethings off about this guy.

Ignoring him Daryl speaks. "Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

"What you got going on in there?"

"It ain't none of your concern." Daryl hisses.

"Don't be telling me what's my concern." The man reaches into his side and pulls out a small pistol, I immediately tighten my grip on my gun and step closer to Daryl's back. He to raises his bow higher on the man.

"Chill, man. Dude's leg is messed up." The bigger man speaks, his voice is squeaker than I imagined. "Besides, we're free now. Why are we still in here?"

"The man's got a point."

The tall one speaks now. His voice is deep. "Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady." I feel my face drop. He doesn't know?