My Hunter || D. Dixon (On Hold)

Thirty-Six - You And No Army

I pulled my rifle off of my back and pointed it at the inmates behind the serving fence."Holy shit." One of them spoke.

I step to the side, watching the five with a glare. "Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked, still keeping his crossbow on the five prison inmates.

They all gave us looks. "Who the hell are you?" One of them spat back.

I didn't answer him, "He's bleeding out, we've got to go back! Keep pressure on his knee, come on push!" Rick instructed as he worked with Glenn and Maggie to stop the bleeding.

"You come on out of there, slow and steady." Daryl cautiously watched as the five men slowly walked out from behind the metal gate and into the room where we were.

"What happened to him?" One with dark hair slicked back asked.

I glare at them. "He got bit." Daryl answers.

"Bit?" The inmate with dark hair went for the small revolver that was stored in the waste of the prison jumpsuit that he had tied around his torso.

I aim straight for his head through my scope. "Whoa whoa whoa, easy now, hey nobody needs to get hurt." The man waved his gun all around the room, not knowing who to point it at first: the two people with weapons pointed at his head or the bit old guy on the floor. I stepped closer, making sure he knew I would not be hesitant to blow his head off.

"Put the gun down," I demanded, keeping my eyes on him. I could shoot and kill him faster before he could even blink.

He locks eyes with me before looking me up and down. "Oh look what we have here fellas! That's a fine piece of ass you've got right there." The leader announced. The four men looked me up and down.

I glare, gripping my gun tighter. "Yeah well that's my fine piece of ass, and you'll have to get through me first." Daryl stepped in front of me.

"Do you guys have medical supplies?" Glenn asked, running to the area where the five men came from to search it. We needed all that we could get our hands on in order for Herschel to survive.

My eyes flicker to Glenn as he comes out with a metal table. "Who are you people anyway? Don't look like no rescue team." The smallest inmate of the group spoke up. His hair was blondish and had a curly mustache the same color that pointed at the ends. The sleeves of his jumpsuit were long and dangled.

"If the rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't. Come on, we gotta go!" Rick yelled as he helped prop Herschel onto a metal rolling table from inside the room that the five men were in. It looked to be a dining area for prisoners when it was in operation.

"The door!" Glenn yelled for T-dog.

I don't bother turning around, keeping my aim on the prisoners. "What are you crazy? Don't open that!" One of the prisoners yelled.

"We've got this!" T-dog yelled back as he flung open the door and immediately started for the walkers in order to clear a path for the table to get through. Rick and Glenn pushed it down the hallway and Maggie kept pressure on the amputated leg.

The rest of Herschel's leg lay on the floor at my feet, and I tried not to think about it. Instead, I stayed with Daryl and kept my guard up since we now have 5 men roaming around the prison. We don't know what they are capable of.

"Daryl! Luna! Let's go!" Rick called for us as they left.

Daryl and I never lowered our weapons. We slowly backed out of the room and into the dark hallway again. The leader of the five prisoners still had his gun pointed directly at Daryl's head. Which made me extremely nervous. I pulled on Daryl's shirt to bring him into the hallway with me and the others out of his shot.