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[22] One Leg Down

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S3: Ep2. "Sick"

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asks as he inches towards the men slowly "Who the hell are you?" One retorts impatiently. "He's bleeding out, we have to go back." I turn put all my weight on Hershel's Knee to try and stop the bleeding. "Why don't you come on out of here. Slow and steady." Daryl instructs the prisoners and they carefully come out from behind the kitchen.

"What happened to him?" One of the prisoners asks while gesturing towards Hershel "He got bit." Daryl says, his answer causes the man to slowly pull out a gun from his waistband "Bit?" he wonders. T-Dog steps forward and holds his gun on him leading to the prisoner holding his tighter while aiming at T.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, easy now. Nobody needs to get hurt." Daryl adds while rick appears at his side. Glenn handed me some rags before he runs behind the area where the prisoners were held up "You got medical supplies?"

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" One prisoner inquires but Glenn ignores him, the walkers start slamming against the doors to the cafeteria again "Who the hell are you people anyway?" The first prisoner asks the blonde prisoner who spoke first points out with his arms crossed against his chest. "Don't look like no rescue team!"

Rick tries to pick up and carry Hershel, who's still unconscious. "If a rescue team's what you're waiting for, don't!" Glenn knocks something over and wheels it back towards us, the three of us manage to get Hershel up and on it. "Holy Jesus!" the blond prisoners exclaims at the sight of Hershel's cut up leg.

"T, the door! Rick demands as he and Glenn wheel Hershel towards it, "Are you crazy? Don't open that!" A prisoner protests "We got this." T argues as he pulls the crowbar out of the door handle letting walkers come in. He takes the first one out no problem while the rest of us run out of the room. "Daryl! Daryl!"

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"This way! Go, go, go, go! Back, back! Daryl!" Daryl takes out another walker at Ricks call "Come on! Go, go, go!" Daryl stays against the wall pointing in the direction for us to go as we push Hershel around on the cart. Rick suddenly tells us to stop and we all follow his eyesight to behind us to find the prisoners were following us.

Daryl opens one of the doors to the cellblock holding it open for us as we push through. I push down harder on Hershel's knee "He's losing too much blood!" I cried out as Rick starts yelling to the rest of our group in the cellblock "Open the door! It's Hershel! Carl, come on!" Carl frantically opens the door pulling it back letting us through.

As soon as Beth and Maggie see Hershel's state they break "Daddy!" they both shrieked, "Go, go, go, go! In there!" We turn the cart into the nearest cell "Get him on the bed! He got bit." Rick explains quickly as Glenn and I help him lift Hershel.

"Oh, my God, he's gonna turn!" Beth panics "Did you cut it off?" Lori questioned causing Rick to nod and breathe out a short 'yeah'. "Maybe you got it in time" Lori suggests before she looks at Hershel's wound "Oh, God!" I remove my bloodied flannel from around his stub and look it over quickly before glancing back at Carol and Lori. "I need bandages or towels something to help stop the bleeding."