Surviving the Apocalypse

Episode 3

A good bit of this will be changed from the canon episode.

           Daryl stood on guard, keeping the five men locked in his sights. Rick was ordering Maggie and Glenn around behind him, panicked by the amount of blood Hershel was losing. Nathan came up beside Daryl, his bat dangling from his belt, with a Glock 19 held carefully raised at the prisoners.

"Why don't you come on out of there?" Daryl demanded, noting the revolver tucked in the waistband of who he assumed was their leader. "Slow and steady."

"What happened to him?" The man asked, an odd glint in his eye that set the two teenagers on edge. T-Dog shuffled closer, providing more backup in case the prisoners decided to try their luck.

"He got bit." Daryl answered, trying to ignore the skip in his heartbeat at the thought of the old man behind him.

"Bit?" The man repeated, snatching his gun up to aim at Hershel. Daryl, Nathan, and T-Dog quickly responded, tightening the grip they had on their weapons, pointing them threateningly at the five guys.

Daryl raised his crossbow for a split second when Glenn walked by, on a mission to find something to carry Hershel back with. "You have medical supplies?" Glenn asked, unfazed by all the weapons being pointed around him.

They went back and forth with the prisoners, until finally Glenn came back out with a metal cart. Rick, Glenn, and Maggie picked Hershel up and placed him down on the metal surface, waiting briefly for T-Dog to open the door.

           Daryl knew the men were following them, they weren't the best at sneaking. Once they made it to their cell block, he signaled T-dog and Nathan to follow his plan. With one foot propped up on a bench, he stabilized his arm with his knee. He kept his crosshairs aimed directly at the door, waiting for the men to walk through at any minute.

Nathan was standing next to a staircase, his gun held up much like Daryl's crossbow. The men would have to get through the two, to even make it to where T-Dog was hiding. T had a brief thought about what it meant for his ego, that a fifteen year old was more threatening than himself.

They could hear the footsteps coming closer to the door, just barely with the sound of everyone frantically discussing Hershel's situation. Eventually they rounded the door, walking in slowly but confidently for people who had two weapons pointed at their heads.

"That's far enough." Daryl warned, when the leader of the small group got a little too close for comfort.

"Cell block C, Cell 4 – that's mine, gringo." The leader spoke, clearly believing he was still the top dog around here. "Let me in."

"Today's your lucky day, fellas." Daryl grunted sarcastically, hating the way this man acted like tough shit. "You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

Nathan fought to keep a straight face, trying to keep up the threatening act. The prisoner's didn't share the same sentiment, looking at the two teenagers in front of them. They were both skinny, but the one with the crossbow had some muscle, they assume from the heavy ass weapon he carried.

"What you got going on in there?" The leader asked, looking the boy up and down. Out of the two boys, he would be the one that would be tougher to fight.

"It ain't none of your concern." Daryl answered, getting uncomfortable with the way the man was looking at him. He had this look in his eye that made it feel right that he was locked up, unlike some of the other guys.