9.Ankle bitter

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Surprisingly their was a lot less walker in the direction we walked.
Occasionally I would hear hershel call for the love birds and I would jump out my skin.
We continue walking in god knows what direction till screams fill my ears.

"Hershel!" I announce turning and running back to see a walker biting into his leg.
Quickly I stab the ankle-bitting, mother of all demons in the head.
"Come on we gotta move him" I say grabbing his shoulder.
"Daryl you take the legs" rick says grabbing his other shoulder.
As we go to lift him Maggie and Glenn join us. Maggie begins crying drawing more walkers.

"Maggie sweetie if you haven't noticed the dead are attracted to sound so can you be a bit quieter?!"I whisper yell and turn to basically higher pitch at the end.
Instantly she shushes down and begins to help us move her father.

"In here!" I shout kicking the cafeteria door open with rick.
"Lay him down" rick commands as Glenn locks the door behind us.
"Daryl you help rick with the leg I'll get the door" I say standing up and leaning against the door with tdog.
"Hey you okay?" Tdog asks touching my shoulder. I nod and realine my feet to help keep the doors closed.
I watch as rick takes of his belt and ties it around Hershel a leg.
"Shit he's actually gonna do it" I say covering my mouth.
"Don't look" tdog whispers and I turn my back to the group.

The sound. God the sound. I could hear the bone wasn't breaking but the sound of flesh was awful.
Hershel screams In agony as the hatchet finally brakes the bone.
"Ok we have to stop the bleeding" rick says and I throw him my checkered jacket to stop the bleeding.
"Duck" I heard Daryl whisper to rick before jumping up with his crossbow.
I shoot my eyes into the direction he's aiming and see 6 men standing behind the counter.
"Holy shit" the ginger one whispers.

"That's far enough" I say with my bow raised.
They followed us through the halls back to the group when we made the run with hershel.
"Cell block c, cell four that mine gringo" the one says still walking in.
"She said that's far enough" Daryl repeats standing next to me.
"But-"
"Today's your lucky day fellers, you've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, your free to go" Daryl says making my chuckle.

"What you got going on in their?"
"Ain't non of your concern" I say raising my bow.
"Don't be telling me what's not my concern" he says reaching for a gun. I watch as Daryl moves forwards and steps infront of me.
"Chill man were free now. What we still doing here?" The big guy in the back asks.
"Mans gotta point" Daryl says tilting his bow a bit.

"I'm gonna go see my old lady" says a smaller man happily.
"What would civilians be doing braking into a prison? You ain't go no business being in. Got me thinking theirs no place for us to go" the one with the slight beard says.
"How about you go find out?" I say moving around Daryl.
"Maybe we should be going now" the scared ginger guy says.
"I ain't leaving"
"Well you ain't staying" I say pulling my bow tighter.

"It's my house,my rules, I go where I dam wanna!" He continues to shout.
"Not anymore" I say quietly.
"And what would a princess like you be doing here" he says turning to me.
"Ain't no princess"
"You are to me" he says making me shiver.
"Leave her be" Daryl says putting a hand in-front of me.
"Come on just some fun. It gets lonely in here. Especially with no woman around" he taunts.
"I said shut up!" Daryl yells.

"Why you telling me!-"
"WHY DONT YOU JUST LEAVE AINT NOTHING HERE FOR YOU-" Daryl screams back.
"Hey hey guys, no need for this!" Rick says rounding the corner.
"How many of you in their?"
"To many for you to handle" rick taunts.
"You guys rob a bank or something? Why dont you take him to a hospital?" He asks signalling to where hershel is. We glance at each other before rick starts:
"How long you been locked in that cafeteria?"

"Something like 10 months"
Yeez.
"Riot broke out ain't seen anything like it" the big one says looking down.
"A guard came and locked us away for protection"
"Gave me the gun" they all take turns in speaking.
"Yeah that was 292 days ago"
"Been think the army or national guard would come back any day now"

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