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[28] DEAL

Five, unknown men were standing and looking at them in horror, for which they couldn't really blame them. They stormed into a locked room and cut a man's leg off, like some freaks.

"Who the hell are you?" asked a man with tattoos and a prison uniform taken off his shoulder, so it was lower on his hips.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked.

"He's bleeding out!" screamed Rick, trying to bring focus back on important matters. "We gotta go back. Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard! Push, push!"

Charlie moved her eyes from her friends back to the prisoners.

"Why don't you come on out of there?" said Daryl and T-Dog put a metallic bar in between the handles, so they could have free hands just in case they were needed. "Slow and steady."

"What happened to him?" asked the man with long hair.

"He got bit," Charlie said.

"Bit?" he asked and pulled out his gun from behind his pants.

Charlie took out her gun and pointed at the man, T-Dog following her moves. "Easy now."

"Nobody needs to get hurt," Daryl said.

"You have medical supplies?" Glenn asked, passing the prisoners. He ignored completely the thing that someone was pointing a gun at him, he entered some room, trying to find whatever he needed.

"Woah, where do you think you're going? Who the hell are you people anyway?" asked the man holding a gun, which didn't really bother Glenn.

"Don't look like no rescue team." said another one.

Charlie looked at the five men with eyes that were radiating something like compassion. She was them once, waiting to be rescued for something that could have been three weeks or months. One of many things that she had learned during the end of the world was not waiting for a rescue, there was nobody able to save you. That's why she decided to be the one breaking their bubble."If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't."

"Come on, we gotta go," said Rick, somehow ignoring the presence of the prisoners.

"Holy Jesus." whispered one of them.

"Are you crazy?" the other said. "Don't open that!"

"We got this," Charlie said and moved away from the prisoners, ready to kill the Walkers.

Naively she thought that the men they met somewhere in the prison would be just a distant memory once they came back to their block, but she was wrong. "That's far enough," Daryl said to the prisoners, who apparently walked right behind them.

"Cellblock C." the one with tattoos inhaled deeply as if the air around here smelled like home. "Cell 4...That's mine, gringo. Let me in."

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

He wanted them gone right this instant. They couldn't be trusted, they were in prison at the end of the day. Daryl didn't want them around their cellblock and around Charlie, the best for them was not even looking at her.

"What you got going on in there?" asked the prisoner.

"It's none of your concern," Daryl answered.

"Don't be telling me what's my concern."

Charlie clicked her gun, signaling that she was ready to shoot. That would be something new to kill a living and breathing person, but she had a feeling that it was either them or the prisoners.