IT ALMOST WORKED ! the walking dead ! season 3 episode 2 !
" but why am i still here "
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THE AIR WAS THICK as tension was high. with hershel who lay withering in pain, blood gushing from his legs and a chunk missing, it was a worrying sight. yet lee was more so focused on the men who stared back at them, there eyes beady as they watched the group through the metal bars. they looked between hershel and then back to lee and daryl who stood with their weapons held high, eyeing the men as if to tell them not to try anything stupid if they want to live.
the prisoners on the opposite side of the small fence looked back at them, his eyes burning a deep harsh glare into them. natalia pressed her fingers to the side of hershel's neck, subconsciously slowing her breathing in order to feel for a pulse. the sound of hershel's cries and wails of pain bounced off the walls, moans and groans of pain that once echoed through the cafeteria had gone silent. his lips falling into a firm line and his face contorted in pain, "he's got a pulse!" she finally told, looking to her father who nodded, sweat drenched his skin, his hair sticking flatly to his skin. his skin had drastically paled, natalia pushed her hair behind her ears, the blood on her hands staining the white strands as she did so. "who the hell are you?" one of the men questioned, brows furrowed in confusion at the group, along with the bleeding out man on the ground. lee tilted his head at the men, unsure what to do. "who the hell are you?" daryl fired back, his voice low and gruff. lee shifted on his feet, clutching his gun tightly, willing the men to make a move.
rick looked over his shoulder before back to hershel, a small shake of his head at the two. "we gotta get him back!" rick yelled to the two, the green man's cries had fallen silent, slow jaggered breaths escaped his chapped lips, barley audible and shallow, yet they were there. sticky dark crimson blood gushed from his leg, natalia's jacket stained a crimson red color, soaked with his blood, his leg had began to relentlessly bleed. "come round here, put pressure on his knee. hard! hard! push, push!" rick told tdog who pushed his hands harsher against hershel's bleeding knee, cupping where his calf once met his knee. the bottom half of his leg laid abandoned on the ground, and the sight of it had natalia wanting to puke.
lee glared at the men, head slightly tilted to the side, a scowl and a dangerous glare on his face. "why don't you come outta there. slow and steady." daryl told, the men shared looks before slowly doing as daryl told them. moving through the door way, lee and daryl held their weapons high, aimed at the five who stared at the scene unfolding. "what happened to him?" one of the men questioned, natalia glanced up for a moment, brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of the men, before back down to hershel, ignoring the men she kept her full attention on hershel. she didn't think she could handle losing anyone else. natalia gently motioned tdog to move, she took his place, holding the green man's leg, anxiety pooled in her stomach. she hid it well, on the outside she looked calm and collected, rather then the others who were panicking. panicking only made the situation worse, it would only scare both herself and maggie who stared at her unconscious father.
