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"OPEN THE DOOR! IT'S HERSHEL!" Grace was laying on her bed, throwing her baseball repetitively at the bottom of the top bunk, the one silent cell block was filled with shouting and moving within seconds, all the sound of Rick's shouting and him saying that it was Hershel,
Grace instantly dropped her ball on the ground, quickly rushing down the stairs,
"Oh my god-" Grace covered her mouth as she stood at the bottom of the staircase, all she could see was Hershel, laid out on a table, blood galore.
Grace stood frozen in tears as she watched everyone pull hershel into an empty cell, "Put him on the bed!" Rick shouted, Grace felt as if she couldn't move.
Everyone was panicked, shouting and talking filled the cell, she couldn't make any of it out, "Daryl! What the hell happened!?" Grace spotted daryl outside the cell-block, instantly running out,
"Grace, you go back right now." Daryl spoke, he had his crossbow out and ready to aim at the door, was it walkers? Had hershel been bit? People?
Grace's questions weren't answered but before Grace could even consider turning around and heading back into the cell, a figure emerged from the doorway,
"That's far enough." Daryl spoke out to the multiple men that came out from the doorway, Grace had so many questions, yet absolutely no answers,
"Cell block C, cell four, that's mine, Gringo." The never-seen-before man spoke as other's emerged from the doorway. "Let me in." The man ordered.
"Today's your lucky day, fella, you've been pardoned by the state of georgia, and you're free to go." It was only then grace realized they must of been prisoners, she didn't get how they'd still been held up here, with the number of walkers they'd already seen?
"What you got going on in there?" One of the other men asked,
"It ain't none of your concern."
Daryl replied quickly. "Don't tell me what's my concern." The man drew closer, instantly resulting in Daryl stepping forward with his crossbow still out and ready.
"Grace, get inside." Daryl spoke once more, giving the girl a serious glance, she was worried about him, but clearly wasn't getting any answers from Daryl about Hershel.
So the girl slowly stepped backward, once she made it to gate, closing it behind her, not able to lock it though.
"Carl! What's going on?" Grace caught carl sitting on the stairs,
"Hershel, he got bit." Carl responded,
"What- He- He got bit? Did- did he turn?" Grace panicked, crouching down to the level he was on,
"No- No, They- they cut of his leg in time." Carl calmed the girl down, Grace felt her heart go crazy,
They'd cut his leg off? how? How would he even live? And if he did, how'd he ever walk again?
