Once morning came, everyone went over what it was they were going to do whilst going inside the prison. There was a part of me that was sad that I wasn't going to be going in there as well, but then again I realised that I really wasn't going to be any help in there; to be honest I was just going to be a hindrance.

So, with that being said, I stayed outside that particular part of the prison, closing the gate as the rest of them went inside. There was only a handful of people who stayed outside, Herschel, myself, Beth, Lori, Carl and Carol were left on the outside of the gate, left to watch as they fought their way through the walkers that were holding up the gateway.

I was chewing on my thumb nail, nervous for them all.

Daryl and I hadn't even spoken that morning once we'd woken up. He woke up before me, having gotten swiftly changed and stormed out of the tent. That was actually what had woken me up. I had packed the tent away on my own and pushed it into it's small packaging with force, quite clear to anyone looking that I was pissed off at something and to be honest, I'm pretty sure everyone knew it was Daryl.

We were all anxiously waiting outside the gate, no one actually saying anything as we watched on.

Finally, Rick came out, telling everyone that they could come into the 'C' cell block that they had cleared out.

I was kind of in awe at the prison as we rushed in, everyone carrying a lot of bags, everyone apart from Lori, obviously we weren't going to be letting a pregnant woman carry a bunch of things.

Once we were in the cells, I carried my bags up the metal stairs into the cells that were up the top. I wanted to be above the ground, it was kind of safer that way if you think about it. Daryl had pulled a mattress onto the perch at the top of the stairs, complaining that he wasn't going to be sleeping in a cage. To be honest right now, I couldn't care less where he slept, as long as it wasn't anywhere near Carol. Okay, that may have been a bit petty but I was still pretty pissed off from the argument the night before. Both of s were at fault for that but I didn't want to be the one to apologise first.

"Annora!" Rick called from below the stairs. "Mind giving us a hand?" I nodded and left my bag in the cell, hopping down the stairs and coming to stand with the rest of the people, a bunch of old weapons and riot gear left on a table.

"That is officially disgusting." I cringe as I look at one of the gloves that T-Dog was holding up, it dripping some kind of goo. "Seriously what even is that?" I turned my nose up and dodged out the way as he made a move towards me.

"I ain't wearin' this shit." Daryl muttered, looking at one of the helmets that was covered in the same substance that was covering the glove T-Dog was holding up.

"We could boil 'em?" T-Dog asked, his nose turned up at the glove.

"I don't think that would even scratch the surface of whatever that is." I shuddered at the sight of it.

"You coming with us?" Glenn asked as he looked at the several weapons that were laid out on the table. There was a second when I thought he may have been talking to someone else, but when I realised he was talking to me and burst out laughing at the thought.

"No." Daryl spoke for me, dead panned and not even looking at anyone. I stopped laughing and looked towards him, raising an eyebrow before turning to Glenn.

"Thanks for the offer but no. I wouldn't be any help. I'll stay back here and look after Lori and Carl." Rick sent me a thankful nod. Rick, Glenn, Daryl, Maggie and Herschel all set off into the tunnels connecting all the cell blocks.

I was going to help around with Lori, but I was going to be spending most of my time with Beth until the others came back, I wasn't going to be going anywhere near Carol and right now; she was with Lori.

*

"Carl! Open the gate!" I heard Rick calling and bolted out of my cell block, jumping down the stairs as the Rick came through the cell block with Herschel on some kind of table, the bottom half of one of his legs missing.

"What the hell happened?" I asked, running towards the cell.

"We're getting it sorted." Carol pushed everyone out of the cell so that she wouldn't be crowded.

Daryl.

I was worried as hell about him so bolted out of the cell block, coming to a stop as I saw him point his cross bow at five men who were now standing in the doorway.

"Today's your lucky day fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go." Daryl spat sarcastically, waiting for them to leave. I kept way back, hoping Daryl wouldn't notice me standing there but unfortunately the other men did and they all trained their eyes on me. The one with the short pony tail who seemed to have some kind of 'alpha male' stance about him.

"Hey darlin',What you got going on in there?" The front man asked, staring at me completely, alerting Daryl to me being stood there.

"Ain't none of your concern. Annora, go back in the cells." Daryl barked at me, but I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay and see what they were going to do.

"Chill man," The largest guy at the back spoke up. He didn't seem like he was a bad person, he seemed kind of nice, maybe the nicest of the lot of them. "Dude's leg's messed up. Besides, we're free now. Why're we still in here?"

"Man's got a point." I mustered up the courage to speak, earning an exasperated look out the corner of Daryl's eye, his cross bow still pointed at the people in front of us.

"Yeah and I gotta check on my old lady." One of the men to the side butted in.

"A group of civilians breaking in to a prison you got no business being in, got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go." The front one spoke up. He was still giving me the creeps and I honestly didn't want to be in the same proximity of him but I was willing to prove a point to Daryl; that he couldn't control me.

"Why don't you go find out?" Daryl shrugged.

"Maybe we'll just be going now." The man to the side spoke. He had a deep southern accent and blonde tangled hair. His moustache was perfectly waxed at the side and I couldn't help but wonder how it was that he had done that.

"We ain't leaving." The one at the front shrugged off the comment from the southern guy.

"You're not coming in either." T-Dog rounded the corner, his gun raised as the leaders gun switched between Daryl and now T-Dog.

"Hey this is my house, my rules. I go where I damn well please." The leader shouted. He clearly seemed to think that now he was out of where ever the hell they were hold up, that this was now his party and he could control what it was we would do. To be honest, he was outnumbered, even if I wasn't going to be fighting, we had a lot more people than they did.

"There ain't nothing for you here!" Daryl yelled back at them. "Why don't you go back to your own sandbox."

"Daryl, calm down." I warned. These were the first words I'd spoken to him pretty much all morning but he needed to calm down. We didn't kill people just for the hell of killing people. We always needed a reason and as of yet, we didn't have a reason.

If they had been responsible for why Herschel had lost his leg, I could only assume that Rick would have killed them on the spot.

"Everyone relax, there's no need for this." Rick warned as he entered the part of the prison where we were standing.

"How many of you in there?" The leader asked, his gun not leaving T-Dog's area.

"Too many for you to handle." Rick warned, taking on his cop stance.

"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital?" The leader asked.

"How long have you guys been in there?" I asked, nervously shifting on my feet.

"Like 10 months."

"A riot broke out, never seen anything like it." The larger one spoke again from the back of the group.

"Attica on speed, man." The southern one carried on from what the other guy was saying "We heard about dudes going cannibal, dying, coming back to life. Crazy."

"One guard looked out for us, locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us 'sit tight', threw me this piece and said he'd be right back." The leader finished for them, his gun still raised which only made me move slightly behind Daryl with nerves.

"That was 292 days ago." The larger one spoke up again.

" -94 according to my-" The southern one went to speak but was interrupted by the leader.

"shut up." He spat.

"Figured the army or national guard should be showing up any day now." The southern one carried on, ignoring what he was told.

"There is no army." I moved out slightly from behind my safeguard to speak.

"What d'you mean?"

"No government, no hospitals, no police." Rick intervened. "It's all gone."

"For real?" The southerner asked.

"Yeah seriously." I nodded.

Several questions were thrown about between them, asking about what happened to their families, wondering what had happened and it actually broke my heart the have to keep telling them that their family was no longer there. They were gone and they weren't going to see them again.

"You got a cell phone or something, so we can call our families?" One of the other men asked who hadn't really spoken much before.

"You just don't get it do you?" Daryl asked, stepping around the table he was near so they would fully understand the extent of the situation.

"No phones, no computers. As far as we can see at least half the population has been wiped out." Rick informed them as Daryl lowered his cross bow. I was slightly concerned that we were now allowing ourselves to be vulnerable from an attack from them, but I trust Rick's judgement. I just hoped we were going to be okay.