Fight The Dead, Fear The Living (Rick Grimes)

Chapter 17

The prisoners were stood dumbfounded at the other side of a door, one of them was blonde, two of them were dark skinned and the other one was looking at me hungrily, he had long hair which was black and all of them were in blue jumpsuits.

"Put pressure on the knee." I said, trying to break the awkward stare that the guy had on me.

"Why don't you come on out of there? Slow and steady." Rick suggested to the prisoners.

"What happened to him?" One of them asked, but it was none of their business.

"He got bit." Rick said.

"Bit? Whoa, whoa, whoa." The blonde one said, he looked shocked.

"Easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Rick said, I looked at Hershel's leg and saw that I had to rip another piece off my shirt.

"I need you to hold this." I said to Rick, he nodded.

"Okay." Rick said, I pulled at  the fabric and it ripped but went too far up, exposing my bra. I tried to ignore it as I put the extra fabric on his leg.

"You have medical supplies?" Rick asked as he let me take over again.

"Where do you think you're going? Who the hell are you people, anyway? Don't look like no rescue team." The prisoner who was staring at me mentioned, did they not know about everything?

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't." Daryl said harshly, I can understand why he said that in the tone he said.

"Come on, we gotta go! Now! Come on! I need a hand here." I said warily, trying to pick Hershel up.

"One, two, three, go! - Holy Jesus! - Tori, the door." Rick said as him and Daryl picked Hershel up.

"Are you crazy? Don't open that! - We got this." The creepy guy who started at me said.

"Daryl. Daryl! Let's go." I started, beginning to navigate my way through the tunnels.

This way. This way, this way. No, no, no. Back, back! Daryl. Come on! Go, go, go. Stop, stop. Follow the flashlight. Come on, let's go. Go, go. Go, go, go." I said, finally getting to the cell block.

"He's losing too much blood." I said.

"Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl! Come on." Rick was becoming restless as we waited with the prisoners behind us.

"Oh, my God. Daddy! Go, go, go, go, go. In there, turn it. Turn it. Turn around. This way. Get him on the bed." Maggie said, she was clearly worried.

"What the hell happened?!" Maggie questioned as she saw her dad unconscious and half his leg chopped off.

"He got bit." I said quietly.

"Oh, my God, he's gonna turn." Beth said, she had tears streaming down her face, yet she tried to cover it.

"Did you cut it off?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah." Rick replied.

"Maybe you got it in time." Maggie said, probably trying to convince herself.

 "I need bandages." She said once again.

"We used everything we had." I said, referring to my shirt.

"Well, get more." She said, she sounded pushy by I could understand how she felt.

"Here." I said, I gave her my shirt, it didn't matter that the group could see my bra because it was already ripped anyway.

"Carl, go get the towels from the back, right next to my bed." Maggie said as she took my shirt. I awkwardly started to walk back to my cell to try and find a new shirt. Before I entered it, I could hear Carl speaking.