Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 40

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting, don't!"

Kira

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"Who the hell are you?" Daryl demands.

"Who the hell are you?" One of the prisoners ask.

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick warns. "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard, hard! Push, push." He instructs Maggie. She makes her way over to Hershel's knee and applies pressure like Rick said.

"Why don't you come on out of there?" Daryl continues with the prisoners. "Slow and steady." Each prisoner steps out, looking at T and I before switching over to Hershel.

"What happened to him?" One asks.

"He got bit." Daryl says.

"Bit?" The prisoner asks, removing a small handgun from his front.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now." Daryl eases the man.

"You got this?" T asks me.

"Go, go." I nod. He pulls away from the door and joins Daryl, pointing his handgun to the prisoner. The walkers growl and give one big push and I stumble forward before throwing my back against the doors, anchoring my feet into the ground. 

"Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl calls.

"You have medical supplies?" Glenn asks, passing the prisoners and entering the room where they came from.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" The prisoner with the gun questions. The walkers push again and I let out a grunt as I force the doors to remain shut. The growls and moans pull the prisoner's attention.

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" The prisoner with the gun questions.

"Don't look like no rescue team." Another claims. The doors push again.

"If a rescue tram is what you're waiting for, don't." I grit through my teeth.

"Come on, we gotta go." Rick calls. Glenn returns with a metal cart. He joins Rick, each grabbing Hershel's legs and arms. Rick counts to three and they lift him up onto the surface of the cart. Maggie remains to apply pressure.

"Kira, the door!" Rick shouts. I quickly pull up my gun and finally pull the doors open. Immediately, I fire the gun at each walker that remained behind the door. The last walker had the riot gear over it's body. I quickly slam my body against the door, using my arm to hold it against it's neck as I bring up my knife. I push the head back and jam my knife up into it's jaw. Rick, Maggie, Glenn and T all quickly rush through the door and head off.

"Daryl. Daryl!" I shout. Daryl keeps his crossbow on the prisoners as he makes his way towards me. Once he reaches my side, I push behind him and we catch up to the others. As we make our way back to the cell block, we could hear voices following behind. We knew it was the prisoners, following to make their way out. Rick waves them off and orders us to get back to the cell block. T-Dog is in the front, taking care of any walkers that made an attempt to slow us down, Daryl and I covered behind us from the prisoners. 

Finally, we made it back to the cell block, Rick frantically shouting to have Carl open the door. Beth and Lori quickly arrive to the scene, demanding questions. 

"He got bit." Rick informs.

"Get him on the bed. In here." Carol instructs. Daryl and I paused at the door as we watch the others aid to Hershel. We turn to each other, knowing that the prisoners would walk through those doors at any given second now. The others have Hershel. Right now, Daryl and I's task to handle the prisoners.