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. between hershel who laid withering in pain, a chunk missing from his leg profusely gushing blood. and the mystery men who stood behind the metal wall, their hands gripping the metal tightly and their eyes watching the group in utter confusion and fear.
the walsh boy let out a huff, turning towards them, lee raised his gun. 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 echoed through the cafeteria. his face contorted in pain, "he's got a pulse!" she told, looking to her father who nodded, sweat drenched his skin, his hair sticking flatly to his skin. his skin had drastically paled, "who the hell are you?" one of the men questioned, brows furrowed in confusion at the ground, along with the bleeding out man on the ground. "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. "we gotta get him back!" rick told, the green man's cries had fallen silent, slow jaggered breaths escaped his chapped lips. 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.
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 scared both yourself and who ever is injured.
daryl didn't respond for a moment, seemingly weighing his options before giving in. "he got bit." daryl gruffly responded, the man pulled a face at daryl's words. "bit?" he questioned, pulling his gun out, lee stiffened as the man pointed it between him, daryl, and tdog. "put it down." lee snapped his voice low, daryl shifted hands tightly holding his cross bow. "maggie, hold this here." natalia told, rick handed the girl a white shirt, she pressed it firmly against hershel's wound. "maggie, lots of pressure, can you do that?" she told the women who nodded, muttering a small weak yes, natalia stood, a few of the men followed the girl with their eyes.
