𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 | 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 ¹

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏

Chapter Twenty Seven,
Shit Happens

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked the five men that stood behind the fence, watching the group.

"Who the hell are you?" one of them retorted.

"He's bleeding out," Rick said, bringing their attention back to him. "We gotta go back."

"We have to apply pressure," Chloe said.

"Come around here. Hard, hard! Push, push," Rick told Maggie, who approached Chloe.

"Why don't you come on out of there? Slow and steady," Daryl told the prisoners, still pointing his crossbow at them.

"What happened to him?" Another prisoner asked.

"He got bit," Daryl told him.

"Bit?" The prisoner asked, raising his gun and pointing it at Hershel.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy now," Daryl said. "Nobody needs to get hurt."

"Do you have medical supplies?" Chloe asked the prisoners, walking past them, Glenn in tow.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" one of the prisoners said as Glenn and Chloe managed to get a table to drag Hershel onto.

"Who the hell are you people, anyway?" Another prisoner asked.

"Don't look like no rescue team," his buddy chimed in.

"If a rescue team is what you're waiting for, don't," Rick told them before turning to us. "Come on, we gotta go. Now! Come on! I need a hand here. One, two, three, go!"

With the help of Adam, T-Dog, Dad, and Glenn, they lifted Hershel onto the table that Glenn and Chloe had found.

"Holy Jesus!"

"T, the door," Rick grunted.

"Are you crazy? Don't open that!" The prisoner from before snapped.

"We got this," Rick told him.

The moment T-Dog opened the door, two walkers walked inside. Chloe took one down while T-Dog took the other, all while Daryl kept hold of his crossbow, aimed at the prisoners.

"Daryl," Rick shouted as they walked out of the block, while he remained fixed in his place. "Daryl!"

"Daryl, come on," Chloe shouted, causing him to finally follow them, leaving the prisoners behind.

"This way, this way. No, no, no. Back, back!"

"Go, go, go. Watch out, watch out."

Walkers were everywhere, so Daryl and Chloe kept their bows ready, shooting any walker that they came across.

"Stop, stop," Rick suddenly said.

"Follow the flashlight," a voice echoed through the halls.

They quickly ran to the cellblock, closing the door behind them. Daryl, T-Dog, and Adam remained outside, taking care of the prisoners who seemed to follow them, while they placed Hershel back on the bed.

"He got bit," Rick told the group.

"Oh, my god, he's gonna turn," Beth sobbed.

"I need bandages," Chloe spoke.

"We used everything we had," Glenn said.

"Well, get more. Anything."

"Carl, go get the towels from the back, right next to my bed," Lori told her son.