Animal Gone Wild [DISCONTINUED]

12

LEFTOVER PRISONERS AND THEIR LYING WAYS

Daryl and I both broke forward. I swung my crossbow from around my back as my bat was left next to Hershel's bleeding body.
"Holy shit," the blonde one stated.
"Who the hell are you," Daryl asked.
"Who the hell are you," the question repeated back.
"We asked you first," I growled out.
I twitched my eyebrows down but decided to ignore Rick as I focused on the leftover prisoners.
"Why don't you come on out of there," Daryl ordered, "slow and steady."
They trickled out in a line. The first one had a gun showing in the front. Who just so happened to ask a question.
"What happened to him?"
"He got bit."
"Bit?"
I let out an animalistic growl as he pulled out his gun. Daryl let out a quick whistle. I furrowed my brows instead.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy now. Easy...Red, you best loosen your grip."
I rolled my shoulders back and listened, loosening my grip on my crossbow.
"Nobody needs to get hurt."
"You have medical supplies," Glenn asked, walking between Daryl and I's bows and that guy's gun.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going," the tall one asked.
"Medical supplies," I growled out, taking one tiny step forward, "don't even think about stopping him."
"Who the hell are you people anyway," the Mexican one asked.
"Don't look like no rescue team," blondie stated.
"No shit Sherlock."
"Red," Daryl warned.
"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't," Rick informed.
Glenn made noise in the kitchen before coming out with a roller.
"Come on, we gotta go."
I kept my eyes trained on the prisoners with T and Daryl. I was itching to kill them and I knew Daryl knew it, along with Rick.
"Now! Come on! I need a hand here."
Daryl and I didn't move as T took care of the door for the others. Until Daryl and I were called from Rick.
"Daryl, June. Daryl! June!"
I spun around and slung my crossbow behind me as I picked up my bat and raced after the others, Daryl soon joining me just as quick. We started making our way back but I stopped Daryl who glanced at me. I twitched my brows and looked behind us. Daryl understood.
"Go, go, go, go," Daryl ordered the others faster.
Daryl rushed to open the door and then Rick yelled for Carl. I waited for the others to get in before joining Daryl at the table. I leaned my bat against the back wall as I leaned on the table with Daryl, training my crossbow on the door with him. T closed the door behind the others.
"You ready," Daryl questioned.
I took a quick glance at him before grunting.
"Long before this damn world fell apart."
I noticed out of the corner of my eye Daryl's mouth twitch in a quick smirk.
"Cute."
I chuckled.
"Why thank you."
Daryl and I watched as the prisoners walked into our line of sights. I controlled my breathing and anger.
"That's far enough," Daryl ordered.
"Cell block C. Cell 4—that's mine, gringo. Let me in," Mexican stated.
"Today's your lucky day fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free ta go."
"What you got going on in there?"
"It ain't none of your concern."
"Don't be telling me what's my concern."
He drew his gun and I let out a loud warning growl as Daryl and I both leaned off the table.
"Chill, man," Bulky stated, "dude's leg is messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why are we still here?"
"The man's got a point," Daryl stated.
"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady," tall stated.
"A group of civilians break into a prison you got no business being in—got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go," Mexican stated.
"Why don't you go find out?"
"Maybe we'll just be going now," blondie cautioned.
"Hey, we ain't leaving," Mexican ordered.
"You ain't coming in either," T-dog informed, clicking his gun on the dumbass Mexican.
"Hey, this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please."
Tick. I tensed and closed my eyes; starting my count. I felt Daryl move closer, covering me from my tick as I tried to calm myself.
Daryl and the prisoners were arguing as I managed to control my tick. I blinked my eyes open and Daryl moved away slightly. Him and I hoping it doesn't happen again.
"There ain't nothing here for you," Daryl argued, "why don't you go back to your own sandbox?"
"Hey, hey, hey," Rick yelled out, coming to stop the argument, "everyone relax. There's no need for this."
"How many of you are in there," Mexican asked.
"Too many for you to handle," I growled out.
He finally turned towards me and slightly cocked his head, checking me head to toe before letting a sly smirk reveal on his face. My gaze hardened and my grip tightened, making my muscles flex. I grinded my teeth together.
"I'd stop that," Rick stated, obviously noticing what he did, "she'll jump at you and I won't have any problem with letting her beat the shit out of you."
"She don't scare me."
"She should," Daryl growled out, "she's quite vicious when she wants to be."
I licked my teeth towards them like a hungry animal. They all tensed in fear as a dark smirk started forming on my face.
"June, enough," Rick ordered.
My smirk dropped but my hardened gaze and tight grip didn't lessen.
"You guys rob a bank or something," Mexican asked, confused, "why don't you take him to a hospital?"
The four of us glanced between each other before turning our gaze to the prisoners.
"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria," Rick asked.
"Going on like ten months," Mexican lied.
I growled out, and lowered my crossbow slightly before turning my gaze to Rick. He looked at me and waited for my reply. I shook my head. Rick turned back to the prisoner with a scowl.
"A riot broke out," bulky stated, "never seen anything like it."
"Attica on speed, man," blondie commented.
"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal," shortie asked, "dying, coming back to life?Crazy."
"One guard looked out for us," Mexican informed, "locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us sit tight, threw me this piece, said he'd be right back."
"Yeah," tall agreed, "and that was 292 days ago."
"94 according to my calcula-"
"Shut up," Mexican ordered.
I turned to Rick. He nodded at me in agreement. Blondie just ratted them out, a smirk appeared on my face.
"We were thinking that the Army or the National Guard should be showing up any day now," tall stated.
"There is no Army," Rick croaked.
"What do you mean?"
"There's no government, no hospitals, no police. It's all gone."
"For real," blondie questioned, not completely sure.
"Serious."
"What about my moms," bulky sulked.
"My kids," tall frowned, "and my old lady? Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?"
"You just don't get it, do you," Daryl commented.
"No phones, no computers. As far as we can see, at least half the population has been wiped out," Rick informed, "probably more."
"World gone dead," I stated, messing with my crossbow a little.
"Ain't no way," Mexican denied.
"See for yourself," sighed Rick.