AN/ Thanx Axelrocks and Reedus fan for the nice comments :) I got kinda board sitting at home alone tonight so I decided to go ahead and write chapter two. Two chaps in one day(yay proud of myself). Hope yall enjoy!

The cell block seemed to be in a state of chaos by the time Carol and Glenn showed up. Hershel could be heard screaming for Carol's help from down the hall. And just inside the cafateria Carl stood looking more like a sentinel than a thirteen year old boy. Behind him sitting at one of the old bolted down tables was Beth rocking baby Jude in her arms.

From the corner of her left eye Carol saw Maggie run past her straight at Glenn, engulfing the man in her arms. She could hear the other woman mumbling words into Glenn's chest as she held him tight. At the foot of the stairs just to her right stood Rick and Michonne in what appeared to be a heated talk about the new arrivals.

For what felt to her like hours but couldn't have been more then five seconds Carol found herself just standing still observing everyone around her until she was brought out of her trance by Hershel's voice calling out to her once again from the last cell on the left. Once it had been the cell she had shared with Lori. But after her friend's tragic death while bringing little Judith into the world Carol couldn't stand to stay inside it alone. There were no longer sleepless nights filled with girl talk to be had inside. Only a never ending sound of silence lay in that small space now. So the day after Daryl recused her from the tombs she had taken what very few belongings she could call her own and moved them into a cell up on the second level not far from Daryl's perch. Carol had feared he wouldn't have wanted her or anyone else staying so close to him, but her change in sleeping arrangments hadn't even seemed to faze the redneck.

"CAROL I NEED YOU"

Hershel's voice boomed loud from the last cell for a third time and the urgent tone it held had Carol running at a speed she never knew she could.

Running into the cell Carol threw herself down on the floor next to the vet and gasped at the sight of the man lying on the bottom bunk. The poor man looked like he had just came out on the other side of one hell of a battle. Blood covered his whole face and still flowed slowly down his neck to then fall onto the already filthy mattress. Hershel had the man's shirt torn off and two bullet wounds were clearly visable. Both were on his left side and very close to his hip. It apperaed as though both shots had went clear through.

"Carol take a wash cloth and see about wiping some of that blood from the poor boys eyes", Hershel said as he went about cleaning the bullet wounds never raising his head form the task.

With one quick nod Carol jumped up and ran from the cell to fetch fresh water and as she exited the room she didn't even notice the blonde man sitting in the far corner of the cell holding his head down and whispering the words of some sort of prayer.

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Nearly an hour after Rick and Glenn had returned to the prison with the two unknown men the Dixon brothers came back from their outting feeling good about the traps they had step up in the woods for any of the woodbury people who happened to try and sneak up on em.

As soon as Carl let them inside the gate Daryl knew something wasn't right,damnit! Carol was always waiting at the gate to make sure he came back safe everytime he left no matter what and he sure as hell didn't see her standing next to the boy. With a quick glance around he hnew she weren't in the yard nowhere neither.

"Where's Carol?"

The question came out sounding a little more gruff then he wanted and Daryl caught sight of Carl's whole body tensing up. Out of his peripheral vision he could also see a shit eating grin form on Merle's face. Yeah, his brother sure as fucking hell found his intrest in Carol's whereabouts entertaining. No doubt he'd have to deal with Merle's fucked up comments about it later. But that shit could damn well wait till later. At the moment all he wanted to hear was the location of the woman in question.

In front of him Carl was shifting from foot to foot looking very uncomfortable. At the sight Daryl felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rise up. Something was wrong he just knew it. Something was wrong and it involved Carol.

Daryl didn't have a clue what was wrong but he was about to fucking find out.

Without another word he walked right past the sherriff's son towards the cell block to get some damn answers. Someone was gonna tell him what the fuck was going on or else he'd rip the whole prison apart to find out.