Promises

Chapter Twenty two

I noticed that Hershel's leg was cut off and I screamed at the sight.
"Who the hell are you?" Dad asked.
"Who the hell are you?" One of them asked back.
"He's bleeding out." Rick informed us, "We gotta go back."
I got my knife out and went to the back door with Glenn. I was surprised to see another person in the corner of the room as the other five were cooperating and left. We cleared off a trolley and took back to Rick and Hershel. They lifted Hershel up and put him on the trolley. Dad kept me behind him, his eyes never leaving the prisoners. We slowly backed out of the room.

Running in the dark. Flashlights flying everywhere. Trying to dodge the crowds of walkers. Dad quickly opened the first gate while Rick called out for Carl to open the second gate. I stayed with my dad. I'd seen the prisoners following us even though they tried not to let me see. They slowly made their way in.
"That's far enough." Dad warned, with his crossbow held high.
I grabbed my gun, with a silencer on, and held it up.
"Cell block C." One of them said, he seemed to be the leader, "Cell 4, that's mine, greengo. Let me in."
"Today's your lucky day, fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go." Dad informed them.
"What's going on in there?" The leader asked.
"Non of your business." I told them.
"Don't be telling what's my business." The leader got his gun out so I turned the safety off and dad lifted his crossbow higher.
I wasn't listening to them. They were just bickering.
"Can you all stop being little bitches." I shouted, getting fed up.
All it did was get a gun aimed at me. George came out to see what was going on. You could tell that he was getting very angry.
"What the fuck, dude!" He yelled.
"Shoot me." I told him, "Stop being a little pussy and shot me."
The leader took a step closer which I copied, "Shut your mouth or I'm going to blow your pretty little face off."
"Then what? My dad will shoot you. Or maybe my boyfriend. Or maybe someone else in the group." I reminded him, "No matter what you do. Someone here WILL kill you."
I turned around and left because I couldn't be bothered with this. Rick quickly pushed past me and then Carl locked the door after me.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I'm perfectly fine." I muttered with a smile.
I knew that I shouldn't be smiling but I was turning back into my old self. I knew that Hershel might die, that these prisoners might kill us.
I noticed that they all were going outside so I got Carl to unlock the door as I followed them. Rick and the leader was having a face off.
"Do you want to die?" I asked.
"What?" One of them asked.
"See all these walkers, we killed them." I stated. "And we could easily do the same to you."
"Shut up, little girl." Leader told me.
"Don't speak to her like that!" Dad warned.
"Get back inside, Jas!" Rick ordered and I did.

I stood with Carl, at the door. Listening to Lori and Carol chatting. We needed supplies and we needed them now. I started walking towards the corridor when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You can't stop me!" I told them.
"I wasn't going to. I wanted to join you." Carl informed me.
We started walking in silence. The only sound was the echo of our foot steps and our heavy breathing. I pointed my flashlight at the walls and the floors. Trying to see if there were any walkers or any signs. And not long after we found a sign to the infirmary. We followed the signs to a pair of double doors.

We slowly opened one and entered. I looked around and grabbed everything I could see because it'd all be helpful one day. I heard foot steps coming closer to me and I suspected that it was Carl trying to scare me.
"Leave me alone! Go look somewhere else." I told him.
"What are you going on about?" I heard Carl ask, faintly.
I turned around and screamed. I pulled out my knife and went to stab it but it fell on top of me. It stopped, without warning. I pushed it off and Carl was standing over me.
"Thanks." I whispered as I got up.
"Let's go back." Carl suggested and I agreed.
We started walking until there we heard footsteps.

A man came running out. His body collided with mine. My gun went flying out of my hand and my touch rolled away. From Carl's torch, I could see that he was going to grab my gun. I went to jump on him. Bang.