Riot

                                    

                                          
AN ARRAY OF HANDHELD WEAPONS lay strewn out on the table in front of them. Crowbars, machetes, axes, knives, pipes.... All useful when taking down a walker. However, the prisoners looked unconvinced and unsatisfied as they took in what Rick was offering to them.

                          
"Why do I need this,"  the Mexican they had found to be named Tomas asked, holding up a crowbar. "-when I have this?" He held his small pistol into the air with a smartass look on his face. Skye rolled her eyes and shook her head at his ignorance. He thought he was a badass when really he was just making himself look like a fool. 
                          
"We don't fire guns. Not unless your back's up against a wall. Noise attracts them. Really riles 'em up," Daryl rasped out. 
                          
"We'll go in two by two. Daryl will run point with Skye and I'll run up the rear with you," Rick pointed at Andrew, who smirked back at him. "Don't break formation. No matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks we could all go down. Anyone runs, they could get mistaken for a walker and get an axe to the head."
                          
"And that's where you aim. These things only go down with a headshot." Daryl looked from prisoner to prisoner.
                          
Of course Tomas was still too alpha male to listen. "Ain't gotta tell us how to take down a man."
                          
	Skye's eyes found Rick's, her worry evident, and clearly he shared her thoughts.
                          
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
                          
Daryl held up a hand at the first sign of a walkers shadow, signaling everyone to stop. Skye watched as he counted to three with his fingers holding a flashlight in same hand, but before he got to three the prisoners let out their battle cry and ran past them, weapons held in the air. Rick stepped up in between Skye and T-Dog as they all watched the horrible scene unfold before them. Prisoners were slamming their weapons into walker's sides and stomachs, completely forgetting Daryl's instruction about hitting them in the head. Skye, Daryl, Rick and T-Dog exchanged looks of annoyance.
                          
 	Their destruction came to an end. Skye stood wide-eyed and said, "Wow..."
                          
"Look at that boys," Tomas shot a half-cocked smile her way. "She's impressed."
                          
"Impressed isn't the word for it," she stated, shaking her head. Daryl's chuckles could be heard from her left, making her smile. 
                          
"Let's try this again. Only this time we need to do it right," Rick announced. 
                          
'Whatever man," Tomas led the group back to formation. "We got the job done."
                          
"You need to put them down as quick as possible. They don't die unless you get the brain." Rick motioned for the group to go forward.
                          
Back in formation, the group rounded a corner just in time to see a walker come into view. Crossbow drawn Daryl says, "Gotta be the brain. Not the stomach. Not the heart." Shooting an arrow into the walker's head, he demonstrates his point. "The brain."
                          
"I hear ya. The brain," Axel creeps forward with the group.
                          
Skye watched as Oscar lunged forward, slamming his pickaxe into a walker's head before jumping back into formation. "Like that?"
                          
	"Mhmm," Daryl nodded in response.
                          
As walkers began to pile in, they each took turns taking them down. Skye jutted her machete forward into a couple walker's heads, dropping them. 
                          
"Stay in tight formation. No more prison riot crap," Rick called out after taking down a walker of his own. 
                          
Even more walkers began to arrive and Daryl pushed Skye behind him so he could protect her more. Being further back, she notices Big Tiny started shying away from the group. He got to the point where he was no longer in sight. Looking to Daryl she saw he was busy with a walker and decided to follow after Tiny on her own. Just as she went around the corner he had disappeared behind, she saw a walker reaching out for him.