"What do you mean?!" the one who called himself Scott spoke up, still facing the wrong way.
"You know where we are, and with a world like this, that knowledge is power."
"What do you mean, 'world like this', look, you don't look like officers or any of our cell mates. We got shoved into the canteen a few months ago. You're the first people we've seen since. They told us not to leave. Do you know how hard it is to care for three boys, two of which are blindfolded??" Logan spoke up, anger seeping into his tone, "hell, Peter couldn't move his legs!"
Carl, broke free of his mothers grasp and spoke up once more, "why were you all tied up funny?"
"Carl!" Rick scolded, "they're criminals, who cares how they were transported?"
"I'll tell you, if you tell us vhat happened outside," Kurt negotiated with the preteen, who simply nodded and shook off his mum's hug.
"If you die, you come back to life, and hunt the living."
The prisoners did a double take and Kurt's eyes widened. "Vhat do you mean??"
"Everyone is either eaten, or the walking dead, only a remaining few of America's population survived."
The preteen's voiced thoughts shocked the four new males.
"Is anywhere safe?" Logan asked, quickly taking charge.
"Why do you think we broke into a prison?" Daryl piped up sharply.
"May we stay with you? Pretty sure my mum's basement is ruined..." Peter chuckled to himself.
"What can you offer us?" Rick asked, intrigued.
"There's food left in the canteen but since you've already taken our cells, that's it," Logan spoke again.
"Can you fight?"
"Depends on the enemy..." Scott spoke, after Peter turned him around. "Is there a weak spot?"
"The brain." Rick spoke sharply. "Could you excuse us?" He asked and with no other option the four males nodded.
Rick left them in an enclosed room and locked the barred door, before speaking to Daryl, one of the only men he still trusted in the fallen world.
"Should we trust them? No that's a stupid question. Should we keep them here? We could use them for hard work, but they said they could fight. What if they fight back?"
"I'm with you 100% of the way, no matter what you choose," Daryl said steadily, choosing his words carefully. Glenn heard Daryl's indecisiveness and quickly stepped in:
"Are you sure you wanna trust THEM with out families? Look at him! He's freakin blue! He has a tail!"
Kurt quickly scanned the room, his pointed ears picking up the hurtful statements and his tail swept the ground twice before he occupied himself by chatting friendly to Scott about how they landed in jail.
"We can put them to the rest in the generator corridor, if they fail, well they're dead, but if they pass, we'll see." Rick decided. Rick hadn't noticed Carl walk over to the pale young boy.
"Why are you still blindfolded?" He asked innocently.
"Because, I, uh... have extremely sensitive eyes to sunlight." Scott's smart answer seemed convincing until Carl realised the brightness of the cell hall.
"It's night time."
"Very, very sensitive." Scott assured, emphasising the lie. "However, the guard took away my special glasses that allow me to see in bright places, like red sunglasses. Have you seen them?" Scott asked ironically.
"Wait, the funny pair with the buttons??" Carl asked intrigued, noticing his dad was still arguing over what to do.
"Yea! That's the pair!" Scott said hopefully, " can you bring me them?"
"Yup!"
And soon enough, Scott could see.
