Isabelle Winchester has truly seen it all, from vampire to demons, all the way to angels. She has evaded death multiple times, just like her brother's.
She had got separated from her brothers in, yet, another apocalypse they somehow created. God ha...
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 you know this world, this sad, doomed little world, it needs you. it needs every last Winchester it can get, and I will not let you die
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RICK DROVE UP to the prison hill, stopping at the third gate. Carl quickly slid the gate open and Rick drove on, going inside the common area, where they stored all the vehicles.
Claire was in the back seat, holding Izzy's unconscious body, brushing her fingers through her thick brunette hair that had a lot of dried blood in it.
Rick ran out of the car and towards the back, slinging the door open. He quickly grabbed onto Izzy's barely moving body and held her bridal style.
A few gasps were heard as Izzy's head flopped back in a limp style, making her look more dead than she already did.
"Izzy!" Jack shouted once he ran outside, his eyes landing on her limp form in Rick's arms. "Isabelle!" He yelled, running towards them, tears flowing down his cheek as he looked down at her form.
"She passed out before we got out of Woodbury," Claire spoke once she jumped out of the car, making the group confused on who she was, all except Jack who looked at her with wide, surprised eyes. The blonde ignored him and grabbed her bag. "We need to get inside. I'll clean her up."
Hershel walked forward as quickly as he could with his crutches. He did a quick inspection, seeing the rising and falling of her chest before looking at her bloody and battered body. She has small cuts and there, most likely from splinters and from getting kicked halfway across the room.
He looked up at Rick who was more than worried for the young brunette. "Take her to my cell. I have handcuffs in there from when you guys took care of me. Keep her in there. We don't want her loose and turning on us."
Rick nodded and made his way into the prison as quickly as he could, both Claire and Jack following closely behind. Beth, Carl, and Sophia stood behind and watched with sad eyes as they saw how badly beaten their friend was.
Rick laid her on the cell bed and stood back, allowing Claire to take care of the girl he cared so deeply about.
As he watched Claire un-button Izzy's flannel, he cleared his throat but didn't say or do anything else because he knew that it was necessary so they could see the full damage that was made.
He grimaced when he saw all the massive bruises and cuts that was scattered all over her small body. He even saw old scars that she must've gotten way before the apocolypse, making him angered at whoever had harmed her.
Beth stumbled into the room, gasping at the sight of the older girl who she considered an older sister, someone who she could confide in and talk to about anything she wanted. She was holding a bucket of water and had a rag.
