Carol and Lori are fighting to stop Hershel's bleeding with every textile the rest of the group can get their hands on. They're also wishing for antibiotics and sterile gauze, if they can find an infirmary. Carol even brings up Lori's impending delivery, but Lori asks Carol if she looks worried while putting all her efforts into not looking worried. "You look disgusting," Carol snarks back. About time somebody noticed that one of the things these people had to leave behind in one of their countless evacuations was any standard of personal hygiene.
Rick, Daryl and T-Dogg return to the cafeteria with the inmates, who explain how every time they tried to get out, any noise they made would have the walkers slavering outside the door... even though they all seem to be sleeping now. We learn that the largest of the inmates is called "Big Tiny," and the leader's still got a bad attitude as he shows them to the pantry, which is stocked to the rafters with shelves and shelves of goodies, contrary to what they claimed earlier. There's also a walk-in cooler, which Rick unwisely opens against the inmates' warning, only to be nearly flattened by the stench that rolls out. Apparently that's what they were using for a latrine. "Can't wait for my own pot to piss in," says the guy who's been compensating by keeping his moustache nice and pointy.