Wake the Dead

We all were in a almost circle formation, taking out walkers that approached us as Rick started to cut open the first fence to the prison. A walker was coming to close for comfort, so I quickly ran over and shoved my machete through its head, then got back into formation. The movement was strenuous on my wounds, but little did I care right now.

Everyone quickly ran inside the fence that Daryl and Rick were holding open. As soon as we all got in Glenn quickly started to close it back up with some type of wire. We were in a fenced walkway that was around the field of this prison. Everyone started running after Daryl who was leading us to a door that lead to a bigger open fenced off area. Daryl had become a bigger part of this group and was learning that they needed him just as much as anyone else.

We shut the door behind us and Rick looked over at the field that was crawling with dead prison inmates. "If we can shut that gate, prevent more from coming in, we can take out these walkers." Rick said, signaling to the gate across the field that was open, letting the dead prisoners out. "We can take the field by night." Rick was excited and had his mind set and ready.

"But how do we shut no gate?" Hershel asked. I looked at the gate and then back at my machine gun. "I'll do it." I said to them. "I've got a machine gun, so I'll just run over and shut it."

"No." Daryl said with a stern voice, stepping up near me.

"It's a suicide run." Maggie said. Rick pinched the bridge of his nose. "You and Victor are the only ones with machine guns and we are going to need you up in one of the guard towers to take them out." He said and then looked around. "Glenn, Maggie, and Beth distract as many of you can over there, pop them through the fence. Daryl, go back to the other tower. Carol, you've become a good shot, take your time and be steady. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower." Rick pointed to where everyone needed to go and then we all ran off. I dropped my bag and machete down, then swung my machine gun over my shoulder, ready for use.

V and I had to go out into the field and run over to a tower close by while Rick ran to the fence. Once everyone was in their positions, the three of us were standing by the fence. Lori looked over at all of our faces and then slide the gate open, allowing us to run out.

Rick ran straight ahead across the field, taking out walkers that where to close to him. V and I helped him take out near by walkers, but then quickly ran over to the nearest guard tower. We opened the door and quickly took out the walkers on the steps, then ran up.

We looked over the railing and watched as Rick made it to the fence and got it shut. He then ran up the guard tower near him and I looked over to Daryl, who put his arm up in the air and called out. "Light it up!" I couldn't help but notice how much muscle he's gained.. and I thought he was muscular before...

Gun shots rang out through the field as everyone started shooting down the walkers that where closed off in the field. Each walker that fell dead for good, lifted every ones spirits up a little higher. My ears stung from the noise of the gun shots and my body ached from the kick back of my gun, but I couldn't help but be excited when the last shot rang out. I looked over to my left and saw that Rick had a smile on his face... a smile.

I faced V who also had an excited look on his face and he gave me a knowing smile. I turned around about to head down the guard tower, but caught Daryl's gaze. All the anger, sadness, pain, and every other emotion I felt around Daryl came rushing up when I store into his intense blue eyes. I quickly tore away from his hooking gaze and ran down the stairs after V.

The field was huge and more open now that you could look past the walkers in it. Everyone came out of the fenced area and met us in the middle of the field with excited and happy looks. "Fantastic! We haven't had this much space since the farm!" Carol called out.

I ran over to Glenn who had brought me my bag and I flung my machine gun back over my shoulder and took it from him. He gave me a small smile and nod as I put the backpack onto my back. A walker that was down near us growled, but I quickly ran over and shoved it down with my boot, putting my machete through its skull. I looked up and saw Daryl's eyes on me, but then looked over at T-dog who was letting out joyful laughter. "WOOOO!" He called out, raising his arms in the air.

*

It was now dark out and the crickets were chirping around. I sat around the small fire with everyone, besides Daryl and Rick who where looking out, but I eventually felt my body start to ache and get tense. I was now walking next to the fence, away from the group that were in the middle of the field.

I knew Rick was walking around here somewhere, but I decided to leave him be, let him have his time to process this. I was looking out past the fence at the pile of walker bodies we had carried out and burned earlier today. It took all day and sure was a bitch on my arm and stomach, but hell I wasn't going to just sit around. I'm pretty sure I had ripped one or two of my stitches, but I was going to wait to worry about it until after tomorrow when we clear out the actual prison.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a giggle come from behind me. I turned around and saw that Carol had joined Daryl on top of the sideways bus he was on. I saw that he had managed to make a poncho out of a blanket or something, such a redneck.

I felt my self stop walking as he started to massage her shoulder. Is that actually happening right now? I wasn't really jealous, but I was a little shocked. We couldn't even talk, but he could go and rub Carol up?

I felt my self start to get angry and turned around to head back to the group. I had looked and thought about him every day and night the past few months, but as soon as I find him he acts like I left him!

I got back over to the group and sat down on a blanket they had given me to sleep on. I had moved it a little aways from the little circle, not wanting them to watch me sleep. I noticed that V had taken a special liking to Carl as Carl did him. He must be a lot like his son..

I sat down on the blanket and laid back on my elbows. I lifted up my shirt a little and inspected my stitches. Yep, I definitely ripped some. "Is it hurting?" V asked as he made his way over to me. "Nothin I can't handle, but I think I ripped a few stitches.' I said as I ran my finger lightly over them.

"Let's see here." V said as he crouched down. "Yeah, nice going, firecracker." He said jokingly and then plopped down on the blanket. "Shut up." I said as I pulled my shirt back down over it.

You could feel everyone start to relax as Beth started to sign over the crackling of the fire. Everyone seemed very content with our condition right now. Daryl, Carol, and even Rick started to walk over to the group and listen to Beth sing. I felt Daryl look over at me with that intense stare of his as Maggie joined in the song with Beth.

I looked off into the flames of the fire, but Daryl's gaze was still on me for the rest of the song. When they finished, Rick cleared his throat. "Better all should turn in. I'll take watch over there." He signaled to the spot by the fence he was just at. "Gotta big day tomorrow." He looked down at Carl then back around the group. "The walkers are all prison guards and inmates; it looks like this place fell pretty early. If that's so, then they should have all the supplies intact. Weapons. Food. Medicine... This place could be a gold mine." He looked around, waiting for someone to second guess him, but when they didn't he looked down to Carl. "These assholes don't stand a chance." And with that he walked back off over to the fence.

I sighed and laid down flat next to V, hoping I would be able to catch some sleep.

*

As soon as the sun peeked up from the cloudy sky, I awoke. I looked around and saw that no one looked like they were up yet, it must be very early. I then noticed that I had a blanket around me.. No, it was a poncho. I let out a sigh and I slowly got up, not wanting to rip open another stitch on my stomach.

I saw that Daryl was over on top of the sideways bus again, taking watch. I grabbed the poncho and made my way over there, ignoring my sore stomach and arm... They were starting to become very annoying. I got over to him and threw the poncho up onto the bus. He heard the noise and then looked over at me, but then back at the fence. "Use it. Looks like ya need it."

"Don't need it. Besides, I'm sure as soon as every ones up Rick's gona want to press in." I said up to him. He tore his gaze away from over looking the fence and gave me another one of his intense looks. "Ya ain't goin in."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I am."

"We're goin in close, hand to hand, ya can barely stand up with out hurtin." He said in a hushed voice down to me.

"I think I'll manage just fine." I said and then turned to walk back to the rest of the group that was starting to wake up. I heard him let out a grunt of anger and defeat as I walked away. I dug around my bag for my hand gun and slipped it into the waist band of my jeans just in case. I then picked up my machete and walked over to Rick who was talking with Glenn. He saw me coming and was about to tell me I wasn't coming with him, but I cut him off. "I'm goin in with you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

Rick looked over to Glenn, but then back at me. "Alright."

I nodded and then went over to get V's ass up.

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"Ready?" Rick asked, looking all of us. We all nodded and then he ripped open the gate, allowing us to push in. It was Rick, T-dog, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, Vic, and I all going head on into the courtyard of the prison.

We all stayed in a tight circle formation as we walked down, yelling out at who should go take out the nearest walker. They all started stumbling towards us and we each lunged forward, shoving our blades into their heads. We took them out one by one as they came over to us. Each time I felt blood splatter everywhere and my stitches scream at me, but I was distracted by the groans of a walker.

V completely sliced one's head off and it rolled over by my feet. I quickly shoved my machete through it eye, recieving a small nod from him, he always loved our teamwork. The others from the group were banging on the fence and slowly picking off the ones that came near them. We were almost to the doors that led to the prison when T-dog broke formation to grab a shield. Rick yelled at him and then a walker came up, but he shoved it away. I quickly ran up and shoved by machete through his head and ran back to formation as Rick yelled over to us.

Everything looked good, but we were about to round a corner and saw a whole bunch more of walkers behind another fence. We all quickly pressed up against the wall and watched as a few walkers covered in protective gear and helmets emerged. Daryl tried to shoot an arrow, but it just bounced off the helmet. They all started to emerge and we tried to hit them with our blades through the helmet, but nothing would work. A few other non protected walkers came out and Glenn and Daryl went over to take care of them, leaving the ones with gear to surround Maggie and I. We quickly shoved and kicked them away, but couldn't manage to get our blades through their helmets.

"DARYL!" Rick called out. They both ran over and closed up the gate that a bunch more inmates were about to come out of. Now it was just us and the geared up ones. Rick tackled one of them to the ground and then shot up, him and T-dog still banging on their heads.. This wasn't working. I looked over to V who had two close to him, about to take him down. I quickly ran over and yanked ones head back, shoving my machete through its jaw, under the visor of the helmet. It fell to the ground dead, fuck that's how you do it!

Everyone watched me with wide eyes as I figured it out, and then started to do the same thing to the rest. We all ran around and started to take them out with accomplishment in our veins. Two of them were stumbling over to Rick who was crouched over another one, not noticing them. Daryl and I looked at each other for a second and then ran up to them, lifting their helmets up and shoving our blades through the back of their heads. He gave me a small nod when they fell to the ground, dead.

We all looked around at the dead walkers lying around us and then started to head back to the others. "Stop." Rick said, causing us all to immediately get back into formation, but nothing was around. "That's a civilian." Daryl said as he pointed to one of the dead walkers. "If we have walls down, what do we do?" Glenn asked, clutching his weapon. "We can't risk a blind spot, we have to push in." Rick informed us. Damn, my stomach was killing me. We opened up the metal door that led to the gated entrance to the prison.

We all followed after Rick and Daryl, who slid open the prison door, ready to pounce. Nothing jumped out at them though, so we all quietly filed in. It looked like we walked into what was the cafeteria for the cell block and it had trash and shit everywhere. We quietly scoped it out, but found no walkers or people. I walked over and tried to open the door that led to the cell block, but is was locked. I shook my head at Rick, signaling we couldn't open it and he went up the stairs to where the guard would have been. We all watched, but heard nothing except the rattling of keys as Rick came back down.

He came over and unlocked the door I was trying to open that led to the cell block. We all ran in, checking each cell and making sure the back cell door was locked down. Daryl and Rick ran up the stairs to check out the cells up there and a few minutes later dropped two bodies down.

We all slid some gloves on while Glenn and Maggie went to get our stuff and the rest of the group. We all started dragging bodies out, but when I got into the cafeteria I felt a pain and then a rip in my stomach. I dropped the body and then put my hand on my stomach as I winced in pain. Daryl came out with a body next and noticed me.

He ran over and put his hands up, afraid to touch me and hurt me more. I took my hand away from my stomach and noticed it had blood all over it. Daryl met my eyes as I looked from my hand to him, then lifted up my shirt. My stomach was all bloody and gross and the stitches were all fucked up. I let out an agitated groan and dropped my shirt back down. T-dog came in and Daryl looked over at him. "M'gona take Fi inside, get her fixed up, ya got these?" He asked, signaling to the walker bodies. T-dog nodded and then Daryl helped me inside.

I tried not to move my torso too much, because then more blood would spew out and I would wince out from the pain. Daryl helped me over to the cleanest and closest cell and then slowly helped me on to the bed. "Fuuuuck." I mumbled under my breath as I eased down on to the mattress. I finally got all the way down and just plopped on my back, lying flat.

Daryl went out and then came back in a few minutes later with a little kit to re stitch my stomach. He pushed up my shirt and tried to wipe off most of the blood so he could see better. He pulled out the old messed up stitches and put them aside while he got the new ones ready. He started to sew me up and I let out a long hiss of pain as I grabbed onto his shirt.

After a painful few minutes he finished up and then put some weird band aid type thing over it. "Thanks." I mummbled as I pulled my shirt down. I grabbed on to the top bunk for support as I tried to get up as easily as I could. "Ya should stay here, Fi. Rest so ya don't rip 'em again." Daryl said as he watched me try to get up.

"Like hell that's happening." I snapped out. He let out a grunt and then gave in and helped me stand. "Fi,-"

"Thanks." I rudely cut him off and then walked out of the cell, not wanting to deal with my emotions right now. The rest of the group was now standing looking around the cell block. "We sleep in the cells?" Beth asked, receiving a nod from Rick. "I ain't sleepin in no cage, I'll take the perch." Daryl said as he ran up the stairs and moved a mattress onto the ground.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GM5JVqLs8A4 <------ Song for next scene (it's supposed to be all emotional finding the prison))

I was glad that we found this and that we might actually be safe, but as I looked at Daryl I couldn't help but feel depression creep back up. I hated not having him and being able to love him again, hell who knows if he even loves me... but at least I knew he was okay.
V came up behind me and handed me my bag and gun. I took him from him and gave him a weak smile, but he saw right through it. "You okay?" He whispered. I just nodded and looked to the ground. He gave me a look, but let it go. "You roomin with me?" He asked. I nodded again. "Okay, but I get the top bunk." He said jokingly and went up the stairs, giving Daryl a manly hand shake on the way past him.

Everyone was now finding their own cells and reuniting with the people they love. I hadn't realized how much of the day had already went away, but the sun was starting to go down and I felt exhausted. I saw Daryl lay on his bed on the perch and put his poncho over him. I ripped my eyes away from him, feeling a surge of emotions run up my spine and looked over to see Rick was sliding down the wall.

He looked exhausted physically and mentally. I knew things weren't good with him and Lori and that he was so concerned and worried about her giving birth, but I also knew that this prison had to be a relief. I debated giving him some alone time, but I decided to give him a friend instead. I walked over and very slowly sank down the wall next to him, trying not to scrunch up my stomach.

He looked over at me and I saw how emotionally tired his eyes were. I put my hand on his and gave it a friendly squeeze. "We're gona be okay." My voice was barely above a whisper. He let out a breathy laugh and ran his other hand over his face, but gave mine a squeeze back.

We're gona be okay.