It was dark. Really dark. Parker, who was never a big fan of the dark, stayed close to Daryl as their group made their way through the prison. She and Glenn were both carrying a couple cans of spray paint, marking arrows on the walls so they wouldn't get lost on the return trip. Maggie turned around and almost crashed into Glenn, letting out a scream. 

Parker almost laughed, but she stopped herself because she knew that if it were her, she would have done the same thing. Glenn placed a hand on her arm while Maggie looked a little embarrassed before continuing. Everywhere they walked, they saw corpses scattered on the ground, torn apart by a walker they had yet to find. 

They slipped around the corners, and then Parker heard the walkers moaning and growling. Rick and Daryl, who were leading the group, suddenly began to back away. 

"Go back!" Rick hissed. "Go back! Move! Walkers!" They ran back the way they had come but found their path blocked by more walkers who had apparently followed them without anyone noticing it. Rick grabbed Parker's hand, not wanting to lose her as they ran. Daryl led the way, heading down another hallway. They didn't realize it, but they lost Glenn and Maggie when a group of walkers separated them from the rest of the group. They ducked around a corner when they thought they were safe, and that's when Parker noticed people were missing.

"Where are Glenn and Maggie?"

"We have to go back," Hershel insisted.

"But which way?" Daryl asked, Rick peeked out, opening the door and leading them down another hallway. They called out to Glenn and Maggie in silence, trying to find them as they walked. When they heard Hershel let out a cry of pain, her eyes widened in surprise. She shot back around the corner and saw him lying on the ground, a walker holding his leg and blood spilling everywhere. 

"No!" Parker shouted, she threw her knife and ended up hitting the walker in its head, pushing the body away from Hershel. Maggie and Glenn caught up to them, and Maggie let out a soft sob as she looked at her father.

"Dad!" Rick and Glenn picked up Hershel, the walkers came around the corner. Parker pulled out her gun and shot two before more took their place. Their path was blocked in two directions, leaving them only one option as they ran down a hallway, followed by a herd of walkers. Parker broke the handcuffs that chained the door they came to and pushed inside while the rest of the group entered the room. Daryl and T-Dog secured the doors while the rest of the group tried to help Hershel. Rick took off his belt and tightened it just above Hershel's knee.

"Alright," Rick said. "Only one way to keep you alive." As Rick raised his axe, Parker realized what was about to happen. Unable to watch, she stood up and staggered across the room, listening to the sound of Rick cutting off Hershel's leg. She choked on vomit, covering her mouth with her hand. She could kill walkers without blinking, and deal with gunshot wounds and cuts like they were nothing, but hearing and seeing someone amputating their leg was too much. She doubled over and vomited, spilling what little was left in her stomach onto the floor. She wiped her mouth when the sounds of Rick cutting into Hershel's leg stopped, and as she straightened, she heard Rick let out a soft gasp and then Daryl's voice, with a small hint of fear.

"Parker, get away from there, now!" She turned to see five prisoners staring at her through the bars that separated them, and her eyes widened in fear. She staggered back as Daryl walked over with his crossbow raised. With one hand, he pulled Parker behind him.

"Holy shit." One of them mumbled in complete disbelief at what they had just watched.

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl demanded.

"Who the hell are you?" They countered.

"He's bleeding to death!" Rick said. "We have to go back!" He looked at Maggie. "Come around here. Put pressure on the knee. Hard!" Parker raised her gun towards the prisoners.

"Why don't you come on outta there?"

"Slowly. Pull anything and I'll put a hole through your heads." Parker threatened.

"What happened to him?" One of the prisoners asked, looking at Hershel.

"He got bit," Daryl responded.

"Bit?" Another asked, Daryl saw the man reach for the gun stuffed in his jumpsuit pocket.

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy now."

"No one needs to get hurt." Parker cocked her gun, aiming it directly at him now that he had a gun drawn.

"Do you have medical supplies?" Glenn asked, completely ignoring the gun pointed at him as he walked past the prisoners.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" The tallest prisoner asked.

"Who the hell are you people anyway?" The guy with the gun asked.

"Don't look like no rescue team," Another added.

"If a rescue team is what you're waitin' for don't." Rick responded. "Come on, we gotta go." Glenn ran back, pushing one of the tables that had wheels. They lifted Hershel onto the table while Daryl and Parker kept their weapons raised. "T, the door!" Rick shouted.

"Are you crazy? Don't open that!" Shouted one of the prisoners.

"We got this," Rick replied. "Daryl! Parker!" Backing away slowly, Parker and Daryl left the room, closing the door behind them before following their friends. Finally, Parker and Daryl led the way, with Rick, Glenn, and Maggie pushing the table Hershel was lying on.

"Come on!" Daryl yelled, "Come on!" They realized they were being followed by the prisoners when they heard the voices, which only prompted them to run faster. Daryl opened the door and waited for everyone to go through.

"He's losing too much blood," Maggie said.

"Open the damn door! Now!" Parker shouted as she ran in front of Rick and the others. "It's Hershel! Carl, let's go!" As the group converged to help Hershel, Parker saw Daryl linger near the cell block entrance, waiting for the prisoners to inevitably come through the door. She didn't want him to face them alone, so she went to stand next to him. He looked at her when he heard her approach.

"Go back inside," Daryl ordered. Parker knocked on the bulletproof vest on her chest.

"I'm bulletproof, bitch." Daryl gritted his teeth.

"Christ woman. Just don't get shot in the head."

"I'll try to avoid getting shot in the head," Parker responded. They remained silent as the prisoners passed through the door. Daryl raised his crossbow.

"That's far enough."

"Cellblock C," One inmate said. Parker assumed he was the leader because he was the only one with a gun. "Cell four.. that's mine, gringo. Let me in."

"Today is your lucky day, fellas," Daryl said. "You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. You're free to go."

"What you got going on in there?" The prisoner asked.

"Nothing that concerns you," Parker responded.

"Don't be tellin' me what's my concern, bitch," The man snapped, pulling out his gun. Parker was faster, her gun already aimed at his head.

"Don't try it asshole." Daryl tensed and positioned himself slightly in front of Parker, she lowered the gun slightly. The tallest of the prisoners spoke.

"Chill, man. Dude's leg was messed up. Besides we're free now. Why we still in here?"

"The man's got a point," Daryl said.

"Yeah, and I gotta check on my old lady," One of them said.

"A group of civilians breaking into a prison you ain't got no business bein' in?" Asked the guy with the gun. "Got me thinking there ain't no place for us to go."

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

"Maybe we'll just be going now," The blonde man said.

"Hey, we ain't leaving." Their leader stated.

"Yeah, and you ain't comin' in neither!" T-Dog snapped, appearing around the corner with his gun raised.

"Hey! This is my house, my rules," The prisoner replied, raising his weapon. "I go wherever I damn well please."

"Try again. This is our house now. Our rules." Parker warned, her voice low. "Why don't you go find another place, hm?"

"Listen here you little bitch!" He stalked forward, gun aimed at her.

"Take another step and I'll put an arrow in your damn eye!" Daryl yelled at him, taking a couple of steps forward. The prisoner stumbled backward slightly. "There ain't nothing for you here, why don't you go back to your own sandbox!?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Rick shouted, coming over to see what the commotion was about. "Hey, everyone relax. There's no need for this."

"How many of you are in there?" The guy with the gun asked, still holding it.

"Too many for you to handle," Rick answered coldly.

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

"How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?" Parker asked, genuinely surprised they had no idea what was happening.

"Going on like, ten months," The man answered hesitantly, sharing a look with the other prisoners.

"A riot broke out," The tallest said. "Never seen anything like it."

"Attica on speed, man," The blonde said.

"Ever heard about dudes going cannibal? Dying, coming back to life?" The shortest prisoner asked. "Crazy."

"One guard looked out for us. Locked us in the cafeteria, told us to sit tight. Threw me this piece. Then said he would be right back," The man with the gun explained.

"Yeah, and that was two hundred ninety-two days ago," The tallest one mumbled.

"Ninety-four, according to my calcu..."

"Shut up!" The man with the gun snapped

"We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showin' up any day now."

"There is no army," Rick said.

"What do you mean?"

"There's no government, no hospitals, no police," Rick listed off for them. "It's all gone."

"For real?" The blonde asked.

"Serious" Rick nodded.

"What about my moms?" The taller man asked.

"My kids? And my old lady? Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?"

"You just don't get it, do you?" Daryl asked.

"No phones. No computers," Rick said slower. "As far as we can see at least half the population has been wiped out. Probably more."

"I'm sorry," Parker apologized, realizing that these prisoners never got to see their families and probably would never see them again.

"Aint no way," The man with the gun refused, Rick simply shrugged.

"See for yourself."