Dakota - Steroephonics
An hour or so later, Daryl and Cecilia were roaming about in the tombs of the prison, of course after introducing themselves to "Li'l Ass Kicker".
As they were strolling back to the courtyard, Daryl decided that he was going to join Carl and Oscar in cleaning out the prison of walkers let loose previously, Cecilia keeping watch instead. Rick was examining the fences, checking for any breakages that could potentially let walkers in.
Cecilia observed Rick as he did so, ensuring that no walkers could sneak up on him or break through. She noticed he had stopped by the edge of the grassy area, lingering as he intensely eyeballed a small group of walkers on the outside. Cecilia looked between him and the walkers, trying to discover what had caught his eye.
A woman stood in the midst of the living dead.
She had chunks of walker flesh covering her from head to toe, which led the stupid creatures to believe that she was one of them. Cecilia noticed her using her hand to cover her thigh, limping backwards when a few walkers had placed their attention on her suddenly, the smell of her blood overpowering the smell of the dead. Her other hand was preoccupied with a red basket, using her other hand to grab her katana, fending off as many of them as she could.
Now, with all the trouble that happened when Randall was introduced to the group, you would have thought that the group would have taken more severe precautions about allowing new people in. But Rick was holding her hands behind her back as they walked up towards the prison, the slain dead bodies left in a heap where the woman was originally stood, Carl closing the gates. Rick used his free hand to carry the red basket, that appeared to be filled with baby formula.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit..." Cecilia ran down the watch tower stairs, putting two and two together; Glenn and Maggie went to go and get the formula, and someone else has returned with it. They've rather been killed or they're stranded out there.
Cecilia sprinted into the prison doors after them, her heart racing at the thought of them not being here. The group were already seated, Rick releasing his grip on her and sitting her down. Daryl was sat on the stairs infront of her, Cecilia moving in closer to the table. She stood behind Hershel, placing a warm hand on his shoulder, his laying ontop of it.
"What's your name?" Rick asked her, the woman not moving a single muscle. Rick sighed in frustration, rubbing his right eye and pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I just saved your life by fighting off those walkers for you. We just saved your life by letting you come into our shelter. We deserve somethin'." Rick leaned down near her face in an attempt to intimidate her into speaking.
"I know where your friends are - China boy and country girl." She stared down at the table, the whole group suddenly becoming more interested.
"Well, where are they?" Rick sat up straighter, stressing his urgency.
"They were captured and taken away. I heard them talking about the prison, and I saw the formula. So, I dragged myself here to find you and tell you." She recalled briefly, Cecilia concentrating on her although Carol's movement had gained some of her attention as she walked away from the table.
"Where have they been taken to?" Rick pushed further, the woman speaking again.
"A place called Woodbury; a perfect town with perfect people." She scoffed, obviously still disgusted by what went on there.
"Who owns it?" Carl queried, the woman replying with a sour expression on her face.
"A man they call the Governor. A powerful man with a powerful army." She replied, the conversation continuing. Cecilia kept her hand on Hershel's shoulder, fully aware that his daughter's whereabouts will be niggling at his mind. She gazed around at everyone to make sure their reactions about the new information being fed to them, Daryl being the last.
