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[ doing what's necessary ]
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The next morning Rick decided they needed to explore the rest of the prison, especially the areas beyond the cell block. The air was damp and cold, adding to the unease of the group. Rick, Daryl, Vanessa, Glenn, Maggie, T-Dog, and Hershel gathered their gear and weapons, ready to face whatever lay beyond the cell block's walls.

Rick led the way, pushing open a heavy metal door that led into the corridor of the prison's main building. The corridors were dark, with only slivers of daylight filtering through grimy windows high up on the walls. The group moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

The hallway was littered with debris, overturned furniture, and decaying bodies. They had to be vigilant; each corner might hide a walker or worse. As they turned a corner, a cacophony of groans and shuffling feet greeted them. Walkers were packed into the space, creating a tangled mess of decaying flesh and rotting uniforms.

"Watch out!" Rick shouted as a walker lunged at him. He fired a shot, the loud crack of the gun reverberating through the corridor.

Chaos erupted.

Vanessa's breath came in ragged bursts as she struggled to keep up with the onslaught. The sound of her knife slicing through flesh was nearly drowned out by the guttural growls and the clanging of weapons.

Amidst the fighting, Hershel, who had been carefully examining a nearby room, suddenly let out a pained cry. Vanessa glanced over and saw him on the floor, a walker's jaws clamped onto his leg.

"No!" Maggie screamed, rushing to her father's side. The walker was gnawing through Hershel's flesh, and the situation was becoming dire.

Maggie was panicking, tears streaming down her face as she tried to pry the walker away from her father. Daryl grabbed a nearby wrench and smashed the walker's head, killing it. Hershel's leg was in bad shape—blood was pooling rapidly, and it was clear he wouldn't make it much longer if they didn't act fast.

Together they all carried Hershel, stumbling into the prison's cafeteria. Rick's face was set in grim determination. "We need to get that leg off now!" he ordered. T-Dog and Vanessa pressed their backs against the door, making sure walkers couldn't get in.

Tying his belt around Hershel's leg, Rick picked up the ax. "Only one way to keep you alive," he said. The sound was sickening, and Hershel's muffled screams filled the hallway. Maggie was sobbing, holding her father's hand tightly as she tried to comfort him. As Rick finally got the leg off, Hershel went silent passing out from the pain.

"He's bleeding out," Rick said, knowing they needed to stop the bleeding and get him back to the cell block. But then Daryl noticed something behind Rick.

"Duck" he whispered before grabbing his crossbow and flashlight, spotting a group of prisoners watching them from the kitchen cafeteria.

"Who the hell are you?' Daryl asked.