after the ambush of the greenes family farm, the group had been forced to relocate, Rick and his group had recently come across a abandoned prison, although their were walkers littering the place, it looked safe enough and very secure, the multiple fences and watch towers definitely proved it

as they slowly stalked through the seemingly never ending prison hallways, they take down any walker in sight until they turn a corner and come across a herd of them taking over the entirety of the corridor

in a last attempt of successfully claiming the prison, they dash into a large room which they assumed was a canteen, Rick mentally curses himself, realising they are trapped as walker bang viciously on each possible exit

inside, rick glances cautiously around the room, everything seemed normal until he stops his search on a specific corner, he freezes, his head tilting in confusion. there's a figure sitting in the center of the room, your hands shaking while trying to bandage your leg and arm up, it looked like you had a very bad fall, possibly from a moving vehicle from the looks of the injury, it was a skidded gash, painful looking, all down the arm and leg, your breathing was laboured and coming out in fast pants as you tighten the dressing over the wound.

Rick taps Daryl’s arm, signally for him to hold his fire, he turns to the rest of the group, silently telling them to stay back, he had a small amount of sympathy in his eyes, he’s never seen someone your age so injured before, even in his time of being a cop, he’s never seen such damage to a child.

"Hello?" Rick says loudly get in a gentle tone, holding his son, Carl, back, he knew Carl was very curious and reached way out of his league when it came to danger. Your head whips around at the sudden voice, not expecting any voices that aren’t snarls and grunt coming from the walkers, it looked like you had been trapped in here too, you instantly become guarded, ready to fight to the death if anyone came near you supply.