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DISAPPEARING FROM BEHIND THE car, the two strangers trailed away from them and towards the entrance of Woodbury. Rick cursed under his breath, readjusting his position behind the car.
Juliette stared at their retreating figures until the darkness overcame them. Worry consumed her as she turned to the guards. The woman was right in that they had men to defend Woodbury. It would only make it that much harder to bring Maggie and Glenn back. "All right, we need to downsize."
Rick handed Oscar a large gun, Daryl following up with, "Ain't no way we're gonna check in all them buildings—not with all of them guards there." Jules stared up at the guards, heavy artillery resting in each of their hands. A twig snapped behind the prison group, all of them whirling around and pointing their weapons at them. Jules loosened her hold on her bow when she realized it was the two strangers.
The woman mouthed words, while the boy gestured for them to follow. Jules got up, as did the rest. "All right, let's go," Rick sighed.
They walked around the gate, finding a place where they could hoisted themselves up into Woodbury. When each of them got in, they entered a darkly lit building. Seeing as it was night, it was almost impossible to see anything in front of them. Jules held her bow out in front of her, even though she was towards the back of the group as they maneuvered around.
"Is this where you were held?" Rick questioned the woman from in front of the group.
"I was questioned," she replied bitterly, angry at the thought.
"Any idea where else they could be?" Daryl moved to the end of the room where a window sat, pulling back the floral curtain and revealing a group of people walking outside.
"I thought you said there was curfew," Daryl groaned, turning back to her.
"There is. Those are the stragglers," the boy answered for her, narrowing his eyes at Daryl's tone.
"If anyone comes in here, we're sitting ducks. We gotta move," Rick expressed as he continued to look out the window.
"They could be in his apartment," she suggested quietly.
Daryl moved away from the window. "Yeah? What if they ain't?"
"Then we'll look somewhere else." Rick didn't like her answer, he too moved away from the window. He paced around her.
"You said you could help us."
"We're doing the best we can," the boy spoke for her, making Rick glance back at him instead.
