Fight the Living/Episode 5: Blood On My Hands

This is episode 5 of 8 of Fight the Living

Blood On My Hands
Martinez snuck up on a walker and killed it with a crobar. "Man this is so nasty." he said before taking out a knife and cutting it open. He ripped it apart. "Oh man I think I'm gonna hurl!" He started rolling in the guts trying to get as much of it on him as possible. he got back up and started shambling towards the pison gate past all the walkers. He got to where the lock was and busted it open. he opened the gate and wistled.

The Governor saw that Martinez was ready. "Everybory ready? Good. MOVE OUT!" he said right before they all got in their cars and drove straight through the walkers into the prison yard.

(Cue Opening Credits)

A hammer went through a walker's head. The group continued to move through the tombs and take out walkers. "Hold on," Tyreese said. "Haley, go back and get Axel. I want him to tell us where all the important rooms are back here."

"Axel ain't no fighter." Daryl said.

"We don't need him to fight. You guys just make sure he's okay after he catches up to us." Tyreese replied before they continued to move through the halls.

Rick and Morgan embraced. "I am so happy to see you!" Rick said as he smiled for the fist time in days.

"Dad? Who's there?" a familiar voice asked.

"Duane, Rick is back." Morgan said, still shocked.

"Really?!" he said, also shocked.

"I'm here, too." Abraham said, annoyed.

"Nice to meet you. Morgan Jones." Morgan said as he shook hands with Abraham.

Walkers started noticing them and shambled toward the house.

"Alright, Morgan, I'm gonna give it to you quick. I finally found a safe place. Come get in the car with us and we'll get going." Rick said. Abraham grabbed the shovel propped up against the house and pulled out his dagger. He went out in the street and started taking out walkers.

"Woah!" Duane shouted, amazed.

"You're friend here's a badass, isn't he?" Morgan asked as Abraham continued to slaughter anything that came near him.

"I just met him so I'm just as shell-shocked as you." he said. "Alright, we should probably get going. Go inside and get anything valuble."

"Thank you Rick." Morgan said before him and Duane started running through the house collecting various items. Rick went down on the street to help Abraham. He pulled out his machete and watched for anymore walkers with him.

Morgan and Duane ran back outside in about ten minutes with both of them carrying various bags. They through it in the back of the truck. "We don't have much ammo left from the police station. Good thing you showed up when you did." Morgan said.

"I forgot about the police station. We'll go there and stay the night and get on the road in the morning." Rick said.

Carol and Hershel were walking back from the cafiteria. "How does it feel to walk again?" she asked with a smile.

"Heavenly. Well, as heavenly as it gets nowadays." he replied.

She opened the door and immediately noticed the people from Woodbury. She closed the door quickly. "What is it?" Hershel asked.

She was chaining up the door. "They're here."

(Temporary Hiatus)