\\ An Off Day at the Prison //
The prison courtyard, mid-afternoon. The fences are secure, the watch shifts are covered, and for the first time in weeks there are no gunshots, no walkers pressing against the fences, and no desperate supply runs. The Georgia sun is warm without being unbearable, a breeze drifting through the yard where Rick's group has gathered to enjoy the rarest thing left in the apocalypse—peace.