𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 | ᵀᵂᴰ

20: Prisoners Be Warned

"Who the hell 're ya?" Daryl asked the men.

"Who the hell are you?" One of them replied.

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick said. "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard, hard! Push, push." Rick instructed.

"Why don't ya come on out of there?" Daryl said. "Slow and steady."

"What happened to him?" A prisoner asked. "He got bit." Daryl said. "Bit?" The prisoner questioned. The prisoner pulled a gun from his side. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now." Daryl said. "Nobody needs to get hurt."

"You got medical supplies?" I asked as Glenn and I walked past the prisoners and into the room they were in moments prior.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" One of them asked. Walkers banged at the door loudly. "Who the hell are you people, anyway?" A prisoner asked.

"Don't look like no rescue team." A prisoner said. "If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." Rick said.

Glenn and I dumped over a table to use to transport Hershel back to our cellblock. "Come on, we gotta go." Rick said. "Now! Come on! I need a hand here." He and Glenn grabbed Hershel. "One, two, three, go!" They sat him on the table as I held it in place.

"T, the door." Rick said. T-Dog did as he was told and grabbed the walker that was at the door and killed it. "Daryl, daryl!" I yelled. He turned around and left carefully, still holding his crossbow up to the prisoners.

We ran down the halls. "This way, this way." Rick said. "No, no, no. Back, back!" He said as the growls of walkers started to come from that direction. "Daryl." Rick said as a walker came down the wall. He killed it and retrieved his arrow.

"Come on, go, go, go!" He said. We were headed to the cell block when the shadows of the prisoners were on the wall. "Stop, stop." Rick said. They came down the hall, and we rushed to the cell block. "Go, go, go." Rick said quietly.

We rushed Hershel back to the cells. "Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl!" Rick yelled. They pushed Hershel inside and closed the door while Daryl, T-Dog, and I waited for the prisoners to show.

Once they did, Daryl spoke. "That's far enough." "Cell block C." A prisoner said. "Cell four- that's mine, gringo. Let me in." "Today's yer lucky days, fellas. Ya've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. Yer free to go." Daryl said.

"What you got going on in there?" The prisoner asked. "None of your damn concern." I replied. "Don't be telling me what's my concern, loca." He replied drawing his gun again.

"Chill, man. Dude's leg is messed up." A different prisoner spoke. "Besides, we're free now. Why are we still in here?" "The man's got a point." Daryl said. "Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady."

"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you got no business being in- got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." "Why don't you go find out?" I said.

"Maybe we'll just be going now." Another prisoner said. "Hey, we ain't leaving."

"You ain't going in either." T-Dog said holding his gun up to the prisoner. "Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please." Daryl and the prisoner started arguing.

Rick came around the corner. "Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this." Rick said. "How many of you are in there?" "Too many for you to handle." Rick replied. "You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?"

We all looked at each other. "How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" Rick asked. "Going on like ten months." The prisoner replied.

"A riot broke out. Never seen anything like it." The taller prisoner spoke. "Attica on speed, man." "Ever heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life? Crazy." "One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us sit right, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back." "Yeah, and that was two hundred and ninety two days ago." "Ninety four according to my calcula-" "Shut up!" A prisoner yelled.