Posts by Inkstar

The Governor somehow dodges all these assaults and climbs in his truck with the men that are left. He peels out of the town center. Ashely comes out of the forest and start shooting at the back of the truck. Ashley cursed when she saw the truck turn the corner. Ashley slings her gun over her shoulder, which sends a searing pain up her arm. She looks at her left arm which is bleeding like crazy.

Rick reloaded his gun and put it in his gun holder. He opened the car door and put everything away.

Ashley ran up to Daryl. "Here." She carefully took off his jacket so not to get any blood on it. Ashley cursed and held her arm. "Do we have any bandages?" She asked Rick.

He nodded no and noticed the wound. Rick started the car.

"Come on Daryl." She said, tying a piece of cloth said had in her pocket around her wound.

"Just got shot, that's all ." She shrugs. Ashley looks at his hand. "Geez, you punched that car door really hard."

"We killed most of his men. He is vulnerable."

Rick leaned on the horn. "Come on!"

Ashely climbed in the backseat, feeling a little dizzy.

Scarlet leaned her head against the window. "This is so confusing."

Dean shook his head. "My point is Sam Is half deamon and he is still living and loving."

Ashley clutched her arm as they roll out. She rests her head on Daryl's shoulder.

Dean smiled. "Why don't you change out of that outfit and change into something more comtable? You must be tired and stuff. I can make tea." He says, looking around the kitchen.

Scarlet sighed, resting her head on his shoudler. "We will be fine. I promise."

They pull into the prison courtyard. Ashely hops out of the car, her head getting a rush of blood. "Geez." Se said, climbing the stairs.

"Hey Hershel!" She says as soon as she get through the door. "I got shot. Can you remove the bullet?" She says when Hershel comes into the room.

"Sit down." He commands as he gets his medicial kit.

She rolled up the sleeve of her flannel, revealing a bullet wound that has shredded the skin.

"I can remove the bullet." He told them both. "We need to remove the bullet now or it might cause infection. If your arm gets infected, then we will have to amputate it." He says, taking out a pair of pliers.

She sits down on her bed. "Can Daryl stay?" She asked Hershel.

Hershel nods. "Be my guest Daryl."

"Please, sit down." He says, putting a tea kettle on the stove, waiting for it to boil.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not letting you guys do this alone."

Ashley nods. "Cool, cool. Just please remove the bullet."

Hershel stretches the wound to find the end of the bullet, which make Ashely winces. He grabs the end of the bullet and yanks it out.

Ashely yelps a little and bits on her tounge.

Hershel sets the bullet aside. "She has loss to much blood. After I stitch up the wound, I need some blood donation." Hershel comments, stitching the wound. "What type of blood are you Ashley?"

"A positive." She comments, looking down at the stitching.

Dean brought two mugs to the table. "I won't, don't worry."

Scarlet sits up straighter. "I know how to shoot a gun."

Hershel smiles. "Just my luck." Hershel flicks a IV tube attracted to a IV bag. "Ready?" Hershel asks Daryl.

Hershel inserts the needle into Daryl's arm.

Ashley just feels woozy watching Daryl's blood flow into the bag.

Hershel watches it fill up until he is sastifyed. He cleans off the needle and inserts the needle into Ashely's arm. He stands up. "Might take a little while but you'll feel better soon." Hershel said, patting her knee and leaving the room.

Ashely is careful not to move her arm to much. "It's funny how we are the same blood type." She told Daryl.

"Nah. I wouldn't be able to kill you." He says, stiring his tea.

Scarlet frowned. "I am not being a stay at home mom."

"Do tell me more about yourself." She says, putting her elbows on her knees.

"What you done, what you haven't. Likes and dislikes." She suggested.

"As I said, I wouldn't be able to."

Scarlet sighed. "I have to take care of the kids, don't I?"

Dean sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I like you Seriah. A lot."

Scarlet pouted. "I hate House calls."

"Me to. I mean, I like you a lot. I hate it when you punched that car. It made me worried." Ashely said, picking up his hand and looking at the bruises. She rubbed her thumb over the palm of his hand.