The Walking Dead

Let's head back.

Car. Car.

Get down.

- Dave? Tony? They said over here? - Yeah.

- I'm telling you, man, I heard shots. - I saw roamers

- two streets over. Might be more around here. - It's hot.

- We gotta get out of here. - Dave! Tony!

- Shut up, you idiot! - You wanna attract 'em?

Just stick close. We're gonna find 'em.

Dude, he said to stay close.

Tony.

( Panting

Shit!

No!

They should've been back by now.

Yeah. They just got holed up somewhere.

We'll... we'll head out first thing in the morning.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Man. - Thanks.

Carl, I want you to keep your head up, okay?

Your old man, he's the toughest son of a...

No cussing in the house.

Sorry.

- Lori, dinner. - She's not in there.

Where is she?

Carl, when's the last time you saw your mom?

- This afternoon. - She was worried about Rick,

asked me to look in on Carl.

- She went after them? - She didn't say that.

Nobody panic. Gonna be around here somewhere.

- Why won't they leave? - Would you?

We can't sit here any longer.

Let's head out the back and make a run to the car.

- What happened? - Roamers, I nailed 'em.

They disappeared but their car's still there.

I cleared those buildings. You guys get this one?

- No. - Me neither.

We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?

- What? - Someone pushed it shut.

There's someone in there.

Yo, is someone in there?

Yo, if someone's in there, we don't want no trouble.

We're just looking for our friends.

- What do we do? - Bum rush the door?

No, we don't know how many are there. Just relax.

We don't want any trouble.

We're just looking for our friends.

If something happened, tell us.

This place is crawling with corpses.

If you can help us not get killed, I'd appreciate it.

Dude, you're bugging. I'm telling you nobody's in there.

Someone guard the door. If they're in there,

they might know where Dave and Tony are.

They drew on us!

Dave and Tony in there?

They alive?

- No. - They killed Dave and Tony.

Come on, man, let's go.

No, I'm not leaving, I'm not telling Jane.

I'm not gonna go back and tell them

that Dave and Tony got shot by some assholes in a bar.

Your friends drew on us!

They gave us no choice!

I'm sure we've all lost enough people,

done things we wish we didn't have to,

but it's like that now. You know that!

So let's just chalk this up to what it was...

Wrong place,

wrong...

Get outta here! Go!

We can't find Lori

- and the others aren't back yet either. - Yeah.

That dumb bitch must've gone off looking for 'em.

- What? - Yeah, she asked me to go.

I told her I was done being an errand boy.

And you didn't say anything?

Don't do this.

Please.

I've already lost my girl.

That wasn't my problem neither.

- She's not at the barn. - I checked the yards.

- Well, where is she? - She asked Daryl to go into town.

Must've gone herself.

- Mom. - Hey.

Carl.

- Did you know about this? - No.

Look, just... Did she take a gun?

I don't know.

I wouldn't let her go out there alone.

Hey!

We all know this is not gonna end well!

There's nothing in it for any of us!

You guys just... Just back off,

no one else gets hurt!

Shit!

Glenn! Glenn!

I... I'm all right. I'm all right.

Lori!

- I'll hold 'em here. - You cover Glenn.

See if you can make it to your car.

Tell him... tell him to pull up back.

We'll run for it, get the hell out of here.

You want me to cover Glenn?

You missed all that gun training.

It could've come in handy now.

Nah, I can shoot. I just don't like to.

Sorry. Sorry.

Rick wants you to try for the car.

Try?

You'll try and succeed.

I'll cover you.

That's a great plan.

- What happened? - He fired.

He must've hit Glenn.

He's behind the dumpster.

Doesn't look like he's moving.

You hit?

Are you hit?

No. No.

It's all right. The car's right there.

- Okay. - We're almost home.

- You good? - I'm good.

Let's go.

Get back.

Let's get out of here!

Roamers all over the place! Hurry up!

- We gotta get out of here! - What about Sean?

- They shot him. We gotta go. - Roamers are everywhere.

- We're leaving? - Jump!

Hurry up, jump already.

- Dude didn't make it. - Help me! Help... help me!

I've gotta go. I've gotta go.

- I'm sorry! - No no, don't leave!

Help me! No! No!

- Help! - Get Hershel.

Help! Help me!

- No! No! - Her... Hershel!

Hershel. Hershel.

The gunfire must've attracted the walkers.

- Where's Rick? - He... he ran across.

Well, hell, we can't go without him.

Rick!

- We have to go now. - No!

- Shh! - I'm sorry, son. We have to go.

- No no, don't leave me please. - We have to go.

- We can't. - He was just shooting at us!

- He's a kid. - Please help me.

This place is crawling with walkers!

- We can't leave him! - The fence went clean through.

There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece.

Shut up or I will shoot you!

That may be the answer.

We're not gonna get that leg off

without tearing the muscle to shreds.

He certainly can't run. He may bleed out.

Shut up.

I'm sorry. Sh-sh... shut up.

- Shut up. - Maybe we should put him down.

I don't wanna see any more killing,

- but this is cruel. - Can't we just take the leg off?

- That hatchet still in the car? - No no, don't... don't...

Don't cut my leg off, please.

- Please, not my leg. - Will this cut through the bone?

I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap,

cut above the tibia. He's going to lose his lower leg.

- No, don't. No. - When we get clear of here,

we're gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound

- so he doesn't bleed out. - All right, no choice. Hurry up.

Oh God, oh God.

- No! - Hand me that stick.

- Here. - No. Ah!

Guys, walkers.

Hurry up!

Shut up!

Oh God. They're everywhere.

Hershel, how we doing over there?

I need more hands! Easy easy.

No, don't don't don't don't cut my leg off please.

Come on, we gotta go! I'm almost out of ammo!

We don't have much time! Come on, we've gotta go!

Can't hold 'em off! Hershel, do it now!

- Come on, Hershel! - There is no time!

Hershel, come on!

Please don't leave me! Please! No!

Please don't leave me! Please! Please don't leave me!

- You all right? - I'm fine.

You're not fine. I saw the wreck.

Let me look at you. Oh.

What happened?

Looked down at the map and hit a Walker.

Next time stay put, you won't need a map.

Come on, I gotta get you back.

No, we gotta find Rick.

He's back. They're all back.

They're all safe and sound.

- Really? - Yeah.

Oh thank God.

What are you doing?

Keeping an eye on you.

Ain't you a peach?