Apocalypse Orphans

15

"Nick go get Hershel." Daryl told the boy and he left to go find the man.

He left the cell to find Carl, Rick with some chick in his arms, beth and Hershel practically running into the communal area, and Rick told Carl to get a blanket and Beth a towel.

"Hershel, Daryl needs you in the cell block." Nick said trying to survey what was happening, then noticed a red shopping basket full of baby formula, and his heart sunk.

Hershel nodded and entered the cell block and Nick looked at Rick, a silent question.

"I don't know yet, but we're about to find out." Rick answered. "Get your bow out, she needs to be scared."

Nick got his bow out and pointed it at the woman, who was layiing unconcious on the ground, and Rick poured some water onto her, waking her up, and after getting her to calm down he asked who she was.

She reached for her katana, which Nick silently thought was awsome, and Rick kicked it away, at the same time Nick shot a warning arrow next to her hand and she glanced up at him as he reloaded his bow.

"We're not going to hurt you unless you try something stupid fist, that was just a warning shot, all right." Rick promised.

"Rick!" Daryl called coming out of the cell block getting Ricks attention, "Who the hell's this?"

"You wanna tel us your name?"

The woman just glared up at Rick and stayed silent and so he asked again.

"Y'all come on in here." Daryl said.

"Everything all right?"

"Yer gonna want to see this." Daryl answered.

Nick gave Rick a quick nod, and kept his bow on the woman, and Rick ordered Carl to get the womans bag and grabbed the basket of formula, and Rick grabbed the sword, and he moved into the cell block and Nick stayed his eyes not moving away from the woman, but scanningg her up and down, looking for any hidden weapons Rick might of missed on her and Rick hing back for a second also.

"The doors are all locked. You'll be safe in here. He is just incase you try something." Rick said pointing to Nick.

"I didn't ask for your help." She grunted.

"Doesn't matter. Can't let you leave." And with that Rick walked into the cell block and locked the door, and Nick sat on a table, bow still trained on her.

Rick and Daryl came back in with Hershel, whi hung back, Daryl now sporting his bow who stood next to where Nick sat on the table, and Rick went straight up to the woman.

"We can tend to that wound for you. Give you a little food and water, then send you on your way. But your going to have to tell us how you found us first, and why you were carrying formula." Rick said some-what softly but also demanding.

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy, with a pretty girl, and a blonde boy." She answered and Nick tensed, his grip on his bow tighting.

"What happned?"

"Where they attacked?" Hershel asked, and there was fear in his voice.

"They were taken." She supplied and Nick didn't like that answer any more than he did if she said that yes they were attacked.

"Taken by who?"

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me."

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened, now!" Rick ordered, putting preassure on her wound.

"Don't you ever touch me again." She pointed at him as Daryl pointed his bow and Nick got to his feet doing the same thing.

"You better start talking." Nick demanded, he wanted answers on his brother.

"Or yer gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." Daryl continued.

"Find them yerself." She snarled.

"Hey, shh, shh. Put it down." Rick whispered to both Nick and Daryl, putting a hand on Daryl's bow, knowing Nick would follow the mans actions and they did so.

"You came here for a reason." Rick said walking around her.

The woman hesitated before answering. "There's a town. Woodbury. About 75 survivors. I think they were taken there?"

"A whole town?" Rick asked skeptical.

"It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor. Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type."

"He got muscle?" Daryl questioned.

"Para-military wannabes. They have armed sentries on every wall."

"You know a way in?" Rick asked, and Nick knew he was going to be getting their people back.

"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip our way through."

"How'd you know how to get here?"

"They mentioned a prison, said which way it was in, said it was a straight shot."

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"This is Hershel, and that's Nick, father of the girl and brother of the boy that was taken, They'll /take care of that." Rick said pointing to the wound before walking back into the cell block, presumably to tell the others of what was about to happen.

Nick put his bow down on the table and walked over to Hershel and the woman. Nick had been taken lessons from Hershel on the right way to do things like stitches and cleaning wounds and all that stuff, so he could do it himself, and Carl stood gaurd as Nick and Hershel worked.

"All right Nick, what's the first thing you do?" Hershel asked, ad the woman became wide eyed. "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing he's cleaned and stiched his own wounds before."

"Clean the area, and check to see if it's a graze, a straight through or if the bullet is lodged in the flesh." Nic answered and poured water over the wound and wiped it with a clean cloth, getting rid of the blood around the wound.

Seeing it was just a graze Hershel threaded the needle and passed it to him and he started to stich the wound and he tied it off after three stiches and then poured more water on it and again wiped the area with a cloth.

"What would you say Doc? Give it about a two, three weeks before removing the stiches?" Nick asked looking up at Hershel.

"About that, yes." Hershel agreed.

"Thank you." The woman said to the two.

Nick nodded and grabbed his bow and stood next to Carl and nudged the boy's shoulder, telling him to go back inside and that he will stand watch, until the others decide what they were gong to do.