Storming the Prison{Fools, Invite}

As ridiculous as it was Julie was still wearing her short shorts. She didn't even think about them anymore. The fact was she was wearing short shorts and some dirty sneakers. Her hair flowed over the back of her fool's prospect jacket . She was wearing a light pink tank top and a determined bitch face. She didn't come off as immediately threatening though she did look like a girl trying way to hard to look tough. She was tough. She was holding an M4 in her hands. It was pointed down at the floorboards the whole ride over. Julie didn't say much of anything. She quietly looked out the window and thought about the last time they had a big battle like this. It was at Bell Isle and it was against waves of the dead. They were trying to hold a bridge during a violent thunderstorm.  They were trying to keep the dead from crossing the bridge.

She couldn't remember all the details of that night, but people had died.  It was only safe to assume they might loose a few here today. Julie's eyes shifted to the prison coming up ahead of them. The road got bumpier as they plowed through the dead to get inside. Blood and guts splattered off the windshield of Will's beloved truck. It wasn't long before they were both spilling out of the truck and ducking back behind it. William told her to stay close. Julie bit her lip. He was going to be pissed but she almost instantly didn't listen. She saw a door swing open and someone from outside run inside. Her eyes lit up with opportunity.

Julie was part of the reason the prison escape happened the last time. She knew she had to... Her attention turned as she watched Benny get taken down by three walkers. She watched someone stab one, Julie couldn't tell who from here; before that person was taken down as well. Julie didn't have a problem with aiming. She was a crack shot. Julie stood up and whipped around to square up. She brought the iron sight to her eye and flicked a switch that turned her rifle into single shot. She pull the trigger twice and basically snipped the dead off of Buster. The bodies fell limp on top of him covering his white shirt in a layer of gore. Julie snapped around to face the person who help him and she waited for the clean shot. When the walker was being pushed up, away from the bite it was fighting for Julie shot that one in the head too.

Julie turned William who was beside her. She was smiling. She was actually kind of exhilarated. She breathed shakily. Batting her pretty blue eyes at the man for a moment she kissed him and continued to smile at him. "Sorry sugar!" Julie said and took off running against his orders. She wasn't the type to be controlled with a stern word or a steady demand, but that's not why she took off. She took off because she knew how this crazy man worked. It wouldn't just be soldiers here. It was going to be prisoners too. Innocent people that didn't deserve to go down with the ship. Julie was going to find them and set them free. 

Julie ran through the battlefield. Gunshots went off by her feet. Guards shooting at her and barely missing from the guard towers. The shooting stopped when at that point Queenie took them out with well placed shots. Julie used her rifle as a bludgeoning weapon as she bashed in the heads of anything that got to close. She raised the rifle, single shot and took out any dead that was in her way further up the path. Julie fought her way to the prison door and yanked it open. She ducked inside the darkness not listening to William's order to stay close.

Delilah stepped closer. The creak of the floorboards cried under her weight as she approached. Delilah's expression was void of sorrow. A smile played at her lips as she stepped closer. This one was beautiful. This sweet glowing child who she was given. Delilah shuttered at the thought of what might have happened to her. If she was kept within the clutches of Omega. She didn't know why Omega gave her to her, but she was thankful. It was her chance to save Lulu from a life of pain. 

Stepping up behind Lulu she grabbed the zipper. She placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned over her. Mother's body pressed lightly against Lulu's back. Her had glided smoothly upwards. The soft zipper sound filled the dusty room. "You look absolutely beautiful my dear." Mother said as her smile grew wider in the reflection.  She was gorgeous, radiant even!  Mother smiled proudly at her daughter who had assimilated to her will.  She was one of her children now.  Her beautiful daughter.  Mother's hand swooped around her neck.  Her arm rested on Lulu's collarbone.  A hand resting quietly over her heart.  Mother's eyes remained forward, staring at their reflection.  Her lips danced in her ear.  "I'm very proud of you...." She whispered.

Delilah admired her beauty in the cracked reflection.  It would be easy to have her way with sweet Lulu.  She was bursting with courage and fire.  She had soft features, a sweet heart and a tragic past that made Mother want to protect her.  Mother kept her arm around her body.  It draped over Lulu's shoulder and across her breast.  Mother swayed lightly as she kissed Lulu on the neck.  Out of the corner of her eye Mother spotted an old record player.  She couldn't resist the chance to dance with Lulu in that beautiful dress.  Mother released her a moment and stepped over to the record player.  She didn't care what vinyl was spinning she placed the needle and turned it on.  She hoped against hope that it would play.  It would.  This was Debra's stash house.  She had gotten the power running.  She put an effort into making this place secret, but she still had working power.  Mother closed her eyes as the song filled the room.  It took her back.

Delilah turned and took Lulu's hand.  "Dance with my child."  Mother said softly.  It was a moment of serenity.  The weathered floorboards were dirty and grey.  The walls were stained from rot and neglect.  The spider webs had taken over the corns of the room.  Debra had neglected to care much for this place.  It wasn't a home for her, it was an escape.  Now, it was Mother's chance to appreciate Lulu.  She lightly spun Lulu like a salsa dancer.  She twirled her elegantly and ignored the groaning creeks of the floor beneath them.  It reminded her that sometimes what she did was worth it.  Tiny moments like this made her noble work worth it.  Mother felt whisked away to a time where death wasn't always on the menu.  She felt like a young girl again as she glided gracefully to the steps of the dance.  She brought herself closer to Lulu and wrapped a caring arm around her waste.  Their hips touching as she stared into her eyes and swayed lightly.

"I'll never let anything happen to you..." She said softly as she twirled Lulu again.  "All that pain you hold... Let it go... That's not your life anymore.  You don't have to lie awake and thrash at night.  The things that haunt your dreams can't get you.  I won't let them."  Delilah said taking Lulu's arm and raising it to allow herself to gently twirl once. "You are mine now Lulu.  Nothing will ever hurt you as long as I am here to protect you."   Mother said as she kissed her on the forehead.  She pulled her closely into a hug and felt Lulu's chin on her shoulder. 

Mother knew that she still had to find Dean and Analia.  It wasn't a matter of revenge, it was a matter of their protection.  She was going to keep them safe because she loved them.  It mattered very little if they wanted her protection she was going to find them and bring them back.  Even if it was just their heads she brought back Mother was going to keep them safe.  Mother swayed lightly as she held Lulu. She felt the sting of tears rising in her eyes.  The song had long ended and yet she still swayed in the room.  Someone appeared in the doorway. It was one of mother's children Stanly.  "The house is clear Mother."

Delilah didn't look very surprised.  She sighed softly. "I feared as much." She said with an air of disappointment.  Looking at Lulu she smiled again.  "Seems your brother and sister are quite the trouble makers.  We must find them, bring them home." She said and released Lulu.  Delilah started to walk out of the room.  She hadn't been to the clubhouse.  She didn't know much of the fools.  She knew that they were around somewhere.  She had heard Omega speaking about them.  The man seemed obsessed with them.  She figured that might be a good place to look next.  She turned to Lulu.  "Do you know where this clubhouse is located child? We need to find them, before Omega does.  I can keep them safe, but only if I find them first."  It wasn't untrue.  Omega finding them would be far worse, though Lulu didn't know that Omega wasn't even searching for them.  They were out of earshot of the gunshots going off in the prison.

Despite all the noise happening outside it was Dean's gunshot that echoed loudly in the prison walls. The sound crunched and rang out almost like a slap in the face as Dean stood there. His face was shocked. The man who was attacking Analia fell down dead.  There was a smoking hole at the end of Dean's barrel matched a smoking hole in the man's temple. Dean had killed before, only a few times. Dean could count the amount of human lives he had taken thus far on one single hand.

Dean stared at the man on the floor as the red leaked around the wound.  Dean watched that slow crimson puddle grow larger and larger.  He didn't even look at Analia he was so wrapped up in the slow pooling of his guilt on the floor.  "We should go." He said without looking up from the dead man.  Dean did not enjoy killing.  It still tore him apart.  Dean was a good man who had managed to keep his hands mostly clean.  It even took him awhile to get comfortable with the idea of killing the dead, but he found that it was needed to live.  He hadn't been forced to many times to kill another person.

Dean grabbed Analia by the hand and pulled her away.  Their feet shuffled through the ill lit. Prison.  The dirty walls and dingy light seemed hauntingly familiar.  Dean's stomach twisted in knots.  He felt suddenly like he had never left at all. He felt like he was still held in that woman's nasty clawed finger.  Dean clutched his gun tightly.  If he saw her in the prison, he would kill her. Dean would not feel bad about killing her.  Dean would jump at the chance to rid the world of her.  "We have to find.."  Dean's sentence was cut off by more gunshots.  "Get down!" Dean shoved Analia into an open cell.  The door was wide open, but he shoved her inside for cover.  Dean ducked behind a metal pole.  There was another metal pole in front of her she could duck behind, in front of her cell.

She had fallen into a cell a few door's down from Roy's.  The cell she fell into was empty, aside from the blood streaks on the floor.  Paige had drug all the corpses out.  Although, she left Roy's corpse right were it was for reasons only known to her.  Dean pressed his back against the pole and winced as bullets ricocheted off the pole.  They nearly missed him as he reached around the pole and fired a few blind shots.  His eyes shot back to Analia.  He hadn't intentionally pushed her that hard.  He wasn't trying to push her into a cell, just out of the way.  "We need to find the prisoners!" Dean called out over the gunfire.  He reached an arm around and fired a few more bullets. 

Dean was surprised when the gunfire stopped.  "I got this boys."  The sound of footsteps echoed lightly around the cells.  The cells in this block were empty.  This was where Paige kept her friends that she played with.  This wasn't where Dean and Anaila and the children were kept.  This wasn't where Omega's pawns were kept.  Dean wasn't even sure if he could trust anyone he let out of the cells, but he felt like if they had gotten an escape then it was his duty as a good person to try and free others.  There was a manic laughter in the silence. Dean peaked around the pole and a knife sliced his cheek.  Dean a stumbled backwards in surprise as Paige barreled down on him with a knife.  "Hey mister... You wanna play a game?"  She said staring at him deranged.  Dean was still on the floor staring horrified. He hadn't crossed paths with Paige before, he usually avoided Omega's people.  He had no idea, what crazy he was in for. 

Buster paused a moment. He watched her as she took off giving him a look of I'm sorry and held back tears. He couldn't do anything but simply watch for a moment. His feet felt rooted to the ground. Every muscle in his body refused to act, like he couldn't even believe she was alive in the first place. Buster shook his head subtly and took off running after her. He didn't get but a few steps before someone dove into him. Buster was shoved back against the chain link fence. The man punched Buster in the face.

Buster dropped to one knee before he was violently ripped back up to his feet. "You little fuck!" The man screamed at Buster. Buster had trails of blood dripping out of his nostrils and staining his upper lip. His eyes shot back to the door closing behind Megan. They burned brighter, a determination filled him. The man was much bigger than Buster, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. The man pulled out a knife. Buster caught his arm as the pointy tipped blade came flying into his chest. Buster used all his strength to keep the knife from plunging into his heart. FUCK! Buster thought rabidly. His eyes splitting time bouncing between the door Megan escaped through and the knife slowly getting closer to his face.

Buster was baring his teeth. He grunted and growled with the effort of just keeping this man off him. The man was on top of him now putting all his weight into the knife. Buster couldn't will his way out of this. He couldn't just close his eyes and want it more than the other guy and come out of this okay. He felt the point of the blade pushing into his shoulder. Buster screamed in agony. His feet kicked out from underneath the guy, but it didn't really help. He was overpowered here. This guy was 2 tons of steroids use. Buster felt the knife cutting through his jacket.  The point of the blade slicing through the aged leather and drawing blood under his shirt. Still, Buster struggled. The knife was plunging into his supple shoulder but the progress was slow. It was descending on him inch by inch, it was treacherous and agonizing. 

Buster kept fighting until his eyes spotted a gun tucked into the guy's pants. He let go of the knife with one hand and reached for the gun. The knife sunk a little deeper but his fingers wrapped around the handle of the gun. Buster ripped it out and fired 4 times in the guys chest. The guy fell back into a pool of his own blood. Buster scrambled back against the fence out of breathe. The knife was still in his shoulder and he didn't care. He reached a shaking hand up along the chain link and curled his fingers into the metal. He used what fading strength he had to pull himself to his feet and slouch against the concrete wall by the door. Buster was more stumbling than walking. He couldn't move his arm much. It fucking screamed like searing molten lava pouring on an open wound.

Buster lifted his other arm lazily and without looking shot two walkers in the head that moved towards him.     BLAM BLAM! Buster pulled open the door with his gun totting hand. The door fell closed behind him with a heavy thud. Buster's sweat dripped down his face and stung at his eyes. His face was paler, drained of all color. His dull eyes moved around the ill lit hallways.   There were a few different paths he could have chose.  Buster had a thin line of blood dripping off his cheek.  A clean slice from where Megan herself had cut him when she attacked.  He didn't care how many times she cut him, he was dragging her ass out of here.  He could leave this building with several more knifes hanging out of his shoulder it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference. 

Buster slumped up against the wall.  He took a few sharp breathes and reached up and pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a harsh yank.  He growled in pain and dropped the damn thing on the floor.  It kissed the cold concrete with a clatter.  Someone on a catwalk above him noticed him standing there.  It was just as much chaos inside.  People were scrambling to secure this or that, to assist in this or that.  A few guards just so happened to come across Buster in the hall and they had the high ground.  They didn't give a warning.  Buster realized they were there when someone shot him in the arm.  The same fucking arm that he was stabbed in son of a bitch!  Buster dropped to the floor and scrambled behind some iron bars.  It was good enough to block a few bullets.

Buster popped out his clip and checked it as bullets clanged off the metal bars behind him.  He leaned on them trying to think.  He only had one bullet left.  He wasn't sure what he was going to do until he saw a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall in front of him.  Buster had no problem with dying here today, but now that he knew Megan was alive his plans had changed.  He was getting out of here.  He was getting her out of here.  Buster pulled the fire extinguisher down and chucked it into the hallway. Buster leaned over and shot the fire extinguisher as it slid down the hall.  It exploded into a ball of towering white smoke.  It was the cover he needed to vanish down another hallway. It just so happened to be the one Megan went down.

Mouse was half way charging up the hill when found himself staring at the wreckage of Jay's car. Or at least a wrecked car that Jay was being pulled out of. He didn't know her that well. They weren't officially anything of note, but it made him pause. It made him pause in the same way as if he saw one of his brothers fall to the wayside. Mouse growled under his breath and made his way over. He pulled open the door of the car and held it open to block the bullets that were coming in from somewhere. Eddie's car was a piece of rusty looking shit but at least he had bullet proofed it. The door was banged up beyond believe and hanging from a twisted hinge. 

Mouse made it over to Jay and asked her if she was ok. She obviously didn't hear him over the loudness of everything that was going on. That was fine. Mouse pointed a finger at Dana and told her to get inside and help everyone else. More of the fools moved inside and the prison yard became quieter.  Mouse turned back to talk to Jay and noticed she had wandered off.  She was in a daze.  She absentmindedly slashed at a few walkers that stepped in her path, but for the most part she walked in an almost trance like state. 

Mouse pulled the door back all the way.  He was a pretty big guy and pretty strong.  The wreck did most of the work though as he pulled the car door open farther than it should honestly open.  He kicked his heavy boot at the twisted broken hinge and tugged on the door.  It snapped off after a little wiggling.  Mouse picked up the door using the inside door handle for a grip and he had a make shift bullet proof shield.  "Hey would ya look at ...."  Mouse turned around in time to see a walker about to grab Jay. 

BLAM!  The thing's head jerked to the side as he came off his feet.  Mouse's bullet tore through the air and into it's skull.  That was the last of them.  All the walkers were dead in the prison yard.  There were more coming.  The gate was wide open and a few stragglers filed into the gate, but they were at the bottom of the hill.  There were guards and mother's children that were surely going to turn soon, but for the moment they weren't a problem.  Mouse stood there towering over Jay.  He was holding the car door like a make shift shield.  "You got a deathwish?"