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NOW IT WAS MORNING, their time to take the prison over from the walkers. "Ready?" Jules asked Rick, her fingers wrung through the holes, holding onto the fence tightly. Rick nodded, and shoved the gate open.
Rick, Glenn, Maggie, T-Dog, and Daryl made their way into the outskirts of the prison, where the walkers hungrily growled for them. They stayed together in a tightly knit group, facing different directions as to not be caught off guard by a walker coming up from behind them.
Once all of them made it inside, weapons held to their chest for defense, Jules and Hershel pulled the gate closed as quickly as they could.
The walkers swarmed them, coming at them one by one, adorning their navy blue prison clothes that had definitely seen better days. Jules watched from the other side of the fence, heart beating quickly even though she wasn't in there fighting walkers.
Hershel nudged Jules's shoulder, signaling for her to follow the rest of the people on the same side of the fence. Their job was to create as much noise and racket to get some of the walkers to come over, so they could kill them.
Jules pulled out her trusty knife, rattling and shaking the fence. She shouted, watching as some walkers dispersed from their large group to come over to them. Jules about gagged when she felt the blood from a biter hit the skin of her hand after she took her knife out of its face.
All of the walkers in that area were now killed, meaning the group in between the prison and fence had moved closer to the prison in search for more walkers. Jules looked around, but couldn't spot them. She wasn't sure whether she should be happy or not. They had no clue on if there were more walkers hiding back there or not.
Shortly after, all of them returned, walker blood now stained on their clothes. Jules inspected each of them, then smiled, noticing no injuries. They were talking to each other, but Jules wasn't within earshot to hear what they were saying. They didn't exactly look happy, instead almost like things were even more complicated now.
Rick walked over to the fence where they were stood. "We're going to try to push in; take a look at the inside of the prison. We aren't sure if it's overrun or not, yet," he explained, earning worried glances and nods.
Without any more words, the group left them to stand in wonder. It was nerve wracking standing there and waiting for them to come back. If they were to come back. There wasn't any way of communication, so they'd have no way of telling if they were doing okay or not.
