[ Enter Hells Gate ]
With only so much to do in the Apocalypse, Rick found himself bored constantly. Daryl would try and do everything he could muster to keep Rick satisfied but it was never enough. That was until one morning while blowing off some steam, a series of buildings was found stranded. A few walkers here and there but nothing the two of them couldn't handle. Daryl enjoyed killing walkers while Rick on the other hand, likes killing humans. So, the idea of Hells Gate was born; to build a devils playground for the dead and alive alike. Walkers would find their way into the stakes and be impaled while their sounds of agony would fill the area and the unlikely survivors caught in cages who would never leave.
Rick was never satisfied with the number of traps they had and found himself making more to surround the area. He had to make sure every inch of land was covered with death traps. Daryl made his own too; of course, in his own way. Rick set down the wooden plank and focused his attention on Daryls trap.
"Y'know, if you make it this way it's more attractable to humans as well as walkers."