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You trudged cautiously towards the prison, eyes scanning the tall fences and wooden spikes along the gates. You noticed a few walkers milling around, but you figured if you stayed quiet you’d be fine, creeping along as quietly as you could. You turned, going around a tree, and smacked straight into something. You fell and scrambled backwards on your hand, searching anxiously for your knife. You found it after a moment, grabbing onto the hard metal handle and jumping to your feet. You had been distracted trying to find your knife, so much so that you hadn’t realized that the “something” you ran into hadn’t been