Robin Hood (Sequel To Hiraeth- TWD)

Chapter 11

Cailey wasn't seen by the group for another hour. Daryl had no idea where she wandered off to, but he made no effort to look. Rick was the first to ask the whereabouts of the teenager.

"You seen Cailey 'round?" The sheriff stood in front of Daryl. "We need to talk. All of us, as a group."

"Kid's been through some shit," Daryl declared quietly. "Needs time to figure it out."

"What happened with her?" Rick shook his head. "I saw a change in her when she got back earlier. She having second thoughts on all this?"

Daryl shifted his weight from foot-to-foot and chewed on his lip. "Got caught while in Woodbury. Said she had to do some special favors fer' one of 'em to get out."

Rick hung his head low as he nodded. His voice went a little quieter. "She say who it was?"

"Guy we met before. Name was Martinez."

A low sigh came from Rick's lips as he leaned back and forth. "That's the guy Glenn said fucked with Maggie. Said he never did nothin' to her, didn't get the chance."

"Did this time."

Rick nodded, his head still hung a little low. "Make sure she's okay. Try to get her down here, I want a meeting of all us here in the cell block so we can figure all this out. Tell her he's gonna be the first on our list to get his head ripped off, all right?"

Daryl was silent, and he gave a small nod. The hunter spun slowly on his heels, walking back up to the perch where Friar still slept. He leaned his hands against the windows, staring out at the field. It lied empty, other than Carol guarding the field gate. Daryl's eyes slowly stopped over each moving thing outside the fence, picking out all the walkers gathering up at the sides. He sat with a sigh, placing one hand over Friar's head as the dog nudged his hip. 

A loud scream interrupted Daryl's staring. He could hear muffled yelling. Carol was waving her arms and yelling something he couldn't understand. 

Daryl threw his crossbow up into his hands as he ran off. As he left the perch, he ran by Rick. The sheriff furrowed his brows as Daryl ran to the cell dining window, staring out. "They're here," the hunter yelled. He could see a massive tan truck rolling up to the gates. His face tightened as the overly-large truck rolled right over the fence, missing Carol by inches. "They're in the prison!"

Daryl lept back off the windowsill, taking wide steps out to the corridor. Rick pulled his pistol from his belt as he followed. 

As the fighters ran to the courtyard, they were greeted by not one, but two of the massive trucks in their field. Glenn was the last of the three out, holding a gun wider than his arm span. 

A man with an eye-patch crawled out the sun roof of the first truck, holding a dirty white megaphone. "You had a chance, Rick. I gave you many chances."

The door behind the fighters opened again. Cailey rushed out next to Rick. Her hair was freshly-cut above her ears again, and she was tying her bandanna back around her forehead like a headband. Friar crawled next to her, growling.

"We can talk about this," Rick shouted at the top of his lungs. "We can talk."

"We tried that." The Governor lowered himself back into the truck. 

Loud gunshots rang out. Rick's group jumped to the ground, pressing their stomachs flat. Even Friar lowered himself down with a whine. Rick was the first up again, running in an awkward squat to the boarded-up courtyard fence. He kept his head down as bullets whizzed by, hitting the walls. 

Cailey followed suit, running with Friar to the opposite side of the courtyard gate. They picked up the loaded rifles they kept on each side, loading the shells quickly inside.