In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 19: Bunkies

The following morning, Rick led some of us through the gate that contained the walkers.

The 4 men rushed forward taking out walkers one by one. Maggie and I watched the flank, plunging our machetes into each walker. The one's that weren't with us were back at the fence, drawing attention to them so we wouldn't be overwhelmed.

"Don't break rank!"

"We need that!" T-dog runs over and grabs a riot shield from the ground.

T-dog shoved a walker that got too close to him to the ground. Maggie ran over and finished the walker off by plunging her machete into its skull before rushing back into formation.

"Almost there." Rick called out, leading us to one of the doors on the outside. He peeked inside, before he leaned around the corner to see another fenced in area with more walkers than we could handle.

"Shit." Rick exclaimed as he pushed himself up against the wall, motioning for us all to do the same.

From around a corner several walkers wearing riot gear came into view. Daryl shot an arrow at one, but it bounced off of the helmet it was wearing. Rick and T-dog rushed forward fighting off the riot gear wearing walkers. I rushed forward grabbing one of the walkers wearing the riot gear, yanking its head back and shoving the machete under its jaw, making the walker go limp.

I turned around, I saw Rick and Daryl shutting the other gate, Maggie was fighting off a walker with a helmet on, I rushed over tilting its head to the side, but as I was going to shove my weapon into its skull, I was knocked to the ground with a heavy weight on top of me, the impact of the fall making me loose grip on my machete. A walker with a gas mask had came out of the door Rick had peeked into earlier, was now on top of me. I struggled against it trying to shove it off of me, but with the gear it had on, it made the average walker two times heavier. I looked around trying to find my machete, it was about 2 ft from me, there was no way I could reach it without risking of being bit or scratched.
I looked around to see who was closest, ri k had just finished shutting the gate when he turned around,

"Rick!" I shouted.

Rick rushed over, pulling the walker off of me, throwing it to the ground. I scrambled to my feet, grabbing my machete again. He peeled the gas mask off, but the skin was attached to the mask so the skin went with it, revealing the skull of the walker. He grimaced at the sight, I almost gagged. He quickly plunged his weapon into its skull, then yanking it out.

"You alright?" He asked standing over the body.

"Yeah. Thanks." I panted.

Glenn ran around us towards the gate to let the rest in, but Rick stopped him.

"Well, it looks secure." He walked back over to the group inside in fence.

"Not from the look of that courtyard over there." Daryl pointed out. "And that's a civilian." He pointed to a female walker on the ground.

"So the interior could be overrun with walkers from outside the prison." T-dog leaned up against a pillar.

"Well, if there's walls down, what are we gonna do? We can't rebuild this whole place." Glenn asked the group.

"We can't risk a blind spot." He motioned towards one of the many doors around this place. "We have to push in."

Rick led us into a metal fenced doorway, that went up to a red metal door. Rick looked to Daryl, after a moment, he nodded causing Daryl to slide open the door.

We slowly pushed in, T-dog closing the door behind us, leaving us in a poorly lit room. Walking in further there was another guard tower towards the back of the room.