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The only thoughts going through my head are that these people are in fact prisoners and they've clearly been here for a long time, seeing as the doors to this room specifically have been cuffed closed for quit some time by the state of the rest of the prison.

If these people had seen the rest of this place, there's no way in hell they'd have kept it that way if they knew what was beyond the doors.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asks, bow raised at all five men behind the gated barrier leading to what I can assume is the kitchen

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

"He's bleeding out. We gotta go back." Rick pleads with us, desperation laced in every word and I cant agree more, my nerves about everything that's happened in the last hour putting me on edge.

"Come around here. Put pressure on the knee." My dad demands then, trading places with Rick and looking at me.

I swallow back bile and do as he says, and apply my body weight onto Hershels knee cap, trying to slow down the copious amount of blood coming out of his leg with a dirty rag that was shvoed into my hands, pushing it against the raw flesh of his now amputated leg.

"Hard! Keep it steady." My dad demands authoritatively as everyone scrambles around us.

"What happened to him?" I hear one of the prisoners ask.

"He got bit." Daryl barks out dryly, on the defence against these strangers.

"Bit?" The same voice asks but I cant look at them, all of my focus on keeping this blood soaked rag to Hershels leg.

Suddenly, I hear the cock of a pistol and freeze, just as my dad and Gage both stand up from around Hershel and point their own guns at the group, Tdog also pointing his gun at them.

"Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." My dad says in a voice I haven't heard in a long time, since the incident with him and Merle on the rooftop in Atlanta.

"Here, hold this as hard as you can." Rick says, handing a rag to Maggie and moving me out of the way. "Deal with that. We got this." He says before I move out of Maggie's way and drop the blood stained rag in my hands and grab my pistol.

"You got any medical supplies?" I ask the group of five men, all of them varying in size and shape which pushes my discomfort to a whole other level. I turn my safety off and point my gun at them, knowing that at this point in time intimidation is our only advantage here with a man down on the floor.

Glenn rushes past us all then and enters the area these five just were and it has the one with the gun pointing it at him as he walks by, making me stiffen up just as walkers bang against the door in their attempt to get in.

"Whoa, where you think you're going?" The biggest one of the group asks Glenn as he disappears from sight.

"Who the hell are you people anyway?" The one with the gun asks us, just as defensive as the rest of us.

"Don't look like no rescue team." A blonde haired one says looking around all of us and at Hershel on the floor.

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." My dad snaps before I hear clattering coming from where Glenn vanished.