The last one was a little all over the place, but some of you seemed to like the story so i'm gonna continue it.
This story, like the last will be is set in an alternate version of The Walking Dead universe, with similar interactions and events as seen in the show. The only difference is that this story will have our beloved TSCC characters who are thrown into the Walker apocalypse.
But this doesn't mean I'm not gonna be adding original plot devices in this story. Since this is a crossover, the decisions of characters will change dramatically. The essence of terminators also existing in this universe pose a far greater threat than the undead. We'll see what this world does to someone like John and Cameron as they try to survive.
So if you don't like the story because it seems too familiar (Because it is the same story from season two) then don't read it. I honestly could care less if you didn't like it.
For those who do like what this story is transforming into, then sit back, get comfortable, and read away!
The Walking Dead: Termination Season 2
Chapter 1: What Lies Ahead
I guess I'm losing hope that you can hear me. But there's always that chance isn't there? That slim chance. It's all about slim chances now. I tried to do everything right, keep people safe. I tried Morgan. I tried.
Our groups bigger now. One of our own found their family in all this mess just like how I did. I mean what are the odds that people get second chances nowadays? They are a strange bunch of people, but survivors nonetheless. We lost people along the way, but from what we lost. Who we had lost, we gained from that.
The CDC was a dead end. I saw it destroyed right in front of me. I guess whoever was inside lost faith. Maybe they never came close to a cure, I don't know. That doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that we're moving on, Atlanta's done. We're gonna try for Fort Benning.
We're facing a long hard journey, maybe even harder than I can imagine. But it can't be harder than our journey's been so far, can it?
125 miles- that's what lies ahead. And I'm trying hard not to lose faith. I can't. If I do, the others… my family, my wife… my son. Even with our numbers strong again, there's still just a few of us. We've gotta stick together, fight for each other, be willing to lay down our lives for each other if it comes to that. It's the only chance we've got…
Be careful out there, Morgan. I hope you and Duane are okay. Stay off the road. Keep moving. Keep your eyes open. I don't know, just... just be safe. Maybe we'll see you in Fort Benning someday.
Rick… signing off.
Georgia, June 18, 2011
1:00 pm
Watching Atlanta fade in the distance was something that I have been waiting for, for a long time. When this whole outbreak started, I was in the Georgia area where I heard that the military were setting up refugee centers. I went hoping to get ahold of John, Sarah and Cameron to warn them of what was happening. But I was too late.
The whole grid went offline. Communication, electricity, all of it.
What was worse was finding out that the refugee center was being overrun with Walkers and finding yourself trying to desperately escape the city while people were rioting, looting, getting eaten, and worse. The military dropping napalm in the street in hopes of ridding the infection. I barely escaped with my life until Glenn found me and we managed to get out of the city in Sarah Connor's SUV.
Me, John, Cameron, and the new guy: Owen were in that exact SUV. I kept the vehicle because I was afraid of Sarah Connor chewing my ass out for losing it. Guess I don't have to worry about that anymore.
"So Alex right?" Owen spoke up from the back seat. Alex broke out of her deep thoughts and looked up at the rear view mirror where she saw the newcomer staring at her.
"Yeah?" Alex simply nodded. Owen kept on checking her out from time to time just like how Merle once did. But overall he was still a nice guy even though he had a hero complex.
"So this group you've been with. They get along at all?" Owen asked. "Still pissed they stripped old Sally down to the bare metal." He was referring to the school bus he had driven from Alabama to Georgia. He was forced to give it up because the radiator hose in Dale's RV needed a replacement and the school bus was "almost" a perfect fit.
"They're alright I guess." Alex shrugged. "They rely on each other to survive so I guess that's something."
"How long have you been with them?" John asked, joining in on the conversation.
"Since the start of this whole shit show." Alex explained simply. "The guy in the baseball cap; Glenn, found me in Atlanta when it was over-run months ago."
"Why were you in Atlanta?" John asked.
"Trying for the refugee center so I could get ahold of you guys." Alex answered. Alex started to remember the horrible things she saw. The horrible things that she could never unsee. All the death and destruction. You would think for someone who had lived through Judgement Day twice wouldn't think much about this. But it did. Innocent people were getting eaten, raped, or burning to death because of the napalm that was dropped in the streets. Alex knew that she had failed humanity once again.
"Guess it didn't go as planned did it?" John shrugged. He didn't need an explanation as to what happened in Atlanta. Probably the same thing that happened in Los Angeles, he thought.
Cameron was sitting in the back seat with Owen, behind John, gazing out the window. She hadn't spoken much since the CDC was destroyed. She just sat there with a blank expression. John had never seen her so broken. So lost.
This worried John most of all. Out of everyone here, Cameron was the one that seemed to be losing faith. To be losing hope in humanity surviving.
The only time that I wish she would be that cold calculating machine that I believed her to be after I turned sixteen. John instantly pushed that thought out of his mind in disgust. Cameron is becoming more human everyday and I need to think more of her.
Suddenly, the convoy stopped dead in its tracks. Alex's SUV was behind the RV, with Carols Jeep Grand Cherokee behind them and a small red sedan behind their's that Savannah and Ellison had taken.
"What's going on?" Owen asked, seeing that the convoy had stopped suddenly.
They waited several seconds until Daryl rode by the SUV in his motorcycle. Alex then quickly rolled down her window as he approached. "Why'd we stop?" She asked confused.
"There's some cars blocking the road." Daryl informed and rode off to turn around. Soon the convoy began to move again, and slowly maneuver around the abandoned and crashed out vehicles. The scene was very suspenseful. The vehicles were scattered in various directions, with some even being overturned. Alex could have sworn she saw bodies in some of them as she passed. The smell confirmed it when the smell of one of the closer vehicles had hit her artificial nostrils. She responded to this by rolling up the window.
The convoy then stopped again, but not for the same reason as the first. John, Alex and Owen just watched as the RV had made an audible sputtering sound, with the front even erupting in smoke. They watched as the people inside the RV flooded out to look at the damage and decided to do the same. Alex was the first to leave the SUV with John and Owen piling out and following close behind.
Cameron on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to anything and was curious as to why they were leaving. She followed a second later just so she could ask John what was happening. As she exited the vehicle, Cameron rounded and stalked towards John who was already next to the RV, standing amongst the rest of the new group.
"Guess that bus hose didn't really do it." Dale sarcastically remarked, and scratched the back of his neck in frustration.
"Problem Dale?" Shane asked simply, as he scanned their surroundings like he normally did. He had to always be on his toes with the dead lurking almost every corner now.
"It's just a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no hope of-" Dale stopped mid sentence and looked at his surroundings, seeing several vehicles and even some cube vans. "Okay, that was dumb." He mentally kicked himself.
"If you can't find a radiator hose here-" Shane began.
"There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find." Daryl finished, and started digging through some of the nearby vehicles.
"We can siphon more fuel from these cars." T-dog suggested.
"Maybe find some water-"
"-Or food?"
"This is a graveyard." Lori interrupted everyone. She had an uneasiness expression written on her face as everybody looked at her. "I don't know how I feel about this."
"Oh come on Lori," Alex spoke up irritably. "What do you expect us to do? Just leave it so someone else can take it?" Alex pointed out. "We are survivors now, we need to put our needs on top priority." She didn't seem to get along with Lori well since the whole camp attack.
Lori just glared daggers at Alex, but decided against say anything.
"C'mon everybody, just look around, gather what you can." Shane ordered everyone in a calm and friendly manner. Everyone agreed and began to cautiously walk between the cars, looking for any useful supplies.
•••
John was digging through the back of a blue muscle car, looking for anything useful, when Owen strolled up to him. "Hey John can I speak to you for a moment?" He asked casually.
"Sure?" John replied unsure, and started walking with Owen. John started to take a liking towards the man. He saved their asses when they needed it, and all around he was a nice guy.
"What do you think about this whole group? What's your opinion?" Owen asked John curiously.
"We've only been with them for a day, but they seem like alright folks" John answered simply. "What do you think?" He repeated his question.
"I don't know. They seem a bit uncoordinated. They don't really have a leadership going on." Owen questioned suspiciously.
"That all?" John asked, pushing for a better reason as to why he was suspicious about this group.
"Well no, they are a strange bunch and all, but I don't really trust them all that well." Owen clarified. John nodded in acceptance and the two continued to converse with each other while they scavenged supplies.
Cameron stood by the RV, watching John and Owen talk to one another, and turned up her audio sensors so she could hear their conversation. It was just questions about the group so it wasn't of much importance.
"Damn!" A voice exclaimed from the inside of the RV. Cameron turned around and walked inside, only to see a young blonde sitting at a table, trying to clean a Glock 19 handgun.
"Hello." Cameron greeted in a monotone voice. She tilted her head to the side as she watched the young blonde try to clean the gun. "What are you doing?" She then asked. Cameron already knew what she was exactly doing, but was just trying to make conversation.
"Trying to put this thing back together." Amy sarcastically replied. She then looked up from the gun in defeat and saw Cameron standing over her with a stiff posture. "Oh, so you're that new girl. Cameron right?"
Cameron nodded in confirmation and still stood there.
"You gonna sit down or stand there like a freak?" Amy asked with a smirk.
Cameron took this as an invitation and sat down just opposite of her, with her posture being straight as an arrow. "Do you need help?" Cameron asked Amy, referring to the handgun she was trying to put back together.
Amy moved the pieces towards Cameron. "Go crazy." She motioned with her hands and slumped into the seat more. Cameron tilted her head slightly, being confused at the term "Go crazy" but dismissed it.
Amy sat up straight when she saw how fast Cameron was putting the handgun back together without even messing up once and marveled at the speed.
•••
Meanwhile, outside of the RV, Dale and Rick were keeping an eye on the area, with Dale on top of the RV with a pair of binoculars, and Rick on the ground with a hunting rifle.
Rick looked up a Dale who had looked into his binoculars and saw something particular. Rick noticed the expression and looked in the same direction as Dale, with the scope of the rifle.
There was a lone Walker wondering about. In Rick's mind, he thought he could go ahead and take it down from here and checked to see if there was a round in the chamber. Rick then took aim at the Walker's head when something else came into view. Something very unpleasant.
There were more of them. A whole lot more of them.
Rick's eyes widened in fear, as the hairs on his neck began to stand on their ends. "Oh Christ!" He whispered to himself and ducked behind a vehicle. Rick looked up at Dale who went prone on the RV and motioned with his head to go warn the others. Rick did so and started to quickly and quietly dash around the cars, where he came up to Lori, Carol, Carl, and Sophia. "Lori, under the cars!" He commanded with a whisper. He turned slightly and repeated the same with Sophia and Carl.
Rick continued to advance around cars some more where he came up to Ellison, Savannah and Alex. "Under the cars, now!" He ordered sternly.
Savannah ran and hid underneath the same car that Sophia was under, with Ellison about to chase after her until Rick forces him to the ground and drags him under a truck.
Luckily, John and Owen took notice and hid just as the horde neared them. There were at least a hundred Walkers that surrounded the whole area. They must have been following the sounds of the radiator hose sputtering and the sounds of Shane and Glenn screaming in joy of them finding a truck full of water jugs.
•••
Amy and Cameron didn't notice the Walker horde outside. They only continued to talk about "girl things" which Cameron somewhat had a grasp on. She did in fact spend the better part of four years acting like a teenage girl who liked to dress up and put on different kinds of makeup.
"So what's your favorite color?" Amy asked Cameron. It was a cheesy thing to ask, but she wanted a friend and she clearly was still pissed at Alex.
"Purple." Cameron simply answered, and turned her head to look out the window. "Uh oh."
"Uh oh?" Amy repeated in confusion and turned her head to see what Cameron was staring at. "Oh crap!" She exclaimed and jumped out of the seat and hid in the aisle of the RV.
Cameron just sat there. She didn't know exactly what to do, she was concerned about John, but she was also concerned about the fact that there was yet another horde of Roamers outside.
The RV slightly shook, as a hand grabbed the support railing. But this hand was discolored and mutilated.
Amy started backing up quickly and backed into the restroom, closing the door behind in front of her. She was so concerned and scared for her own safety, she completely forgot about Cameron. Soon the hand revealed itself to be a Walker, as it entered inside the RV.
Cameron didn't move a muscle, nor did she breathe or blink. The Walker got really close and stared at her for a brief second before turning away and making its way down the aisle.
The Walker stood there for a moment before turning to leave. Suddenly, it heard a cough. The Walker eyed the bathroom door and heard someone shift inside.
The Walker lashed out at Amy who was in the bathroom, with Amy screaming in panic.
She thought she was dead.
The Walker was too much for Amy, and the dead walking corpse was able to force its way through and reached out, trying to grab Amy by the hair, prepared to pull her in and take a bite out of her.
However, the Walker was interrupted when two small hands were placed on each side of its head. The hands applied immense pressure to the Walker's skull, that the head was crushed as easily as a watermelon, with blood splattering everywhere.
Amy opened her eyes, finding relief that she wasn't dead. But what she saw brought a new kind of fear into her. There lied the dead Walker with a crushed head, and above that was Cameron. Her entire arms and torso were covered in large amounts of the dark horrid smelling blood.
Amy was too shocked to say anything. What could she say? She just witnessed a girl that was much smaller than she was, smash a Walkers head like someone smashing a grape with your fingers.
•••
The Walker horde was clear. They had moved on from the highway, and down the road up into the city. They were safe.
Or so that's what they thought
Savannah and Sophia were still under the car, where Savannah thought it was safe enough to leave and started crawling out from under.
Savannah screamed in terror when she saw out of the corner of her eye, a Walker advancing towards her. Savannah quickly got out from under the car, jumped over the guard railing and ran down the hill into the forest, with two Walkers now pursuing.
"Savannah!" Ellison called out to her in a whisper, trying not to gain attention of the horde that passed by moments ago.
Rick held him back from continuing. "Stay quiet!" Rick snarled. "You'll bring the others back!"
"Go to hell!" Ellison snarled and began to run after Savannah. Rick tackled Ellison to the ground, where Shane and Glenn came running.
"You two hold him down." Rick ordered Shane and Glenn. They both subdued Ellison, allowing Rick to stand up. "I'm gonna go find Savannah and bring her back." He then told Ellison before running off into the forest.
Everybody converged at the same location where Ellison was tackled. Even for a little girl hardly knew, they were still concerned for her safety.
John knelt down next to Ellison, who was still pinned by Shane and Glenn. "Ellison are you calm?" John asked.
"Yeah… I'm calm." Ellison sneered. He was still concerned about Savannah, but he managed to calm down a bit and avoid the urge to punch Rick in the face.
"You two let him go." John ordered Shane and Glenn. They both hesitantly did so, and got off of the former agent. Shane just eyed John. He didn't like being ordered around, especially by a kid.
Happy with the two men's compliance, John stood up, and walked away, back to the RV, where he saw a bloody Cameron exit, with her arms lifted in front of her.
"Cameron what happened?" John asked concerned, as he rushed up to her.
"I killed a Roamer." She replied simply.
"How?" John then asked.
Cameron gave John a visual example of how she crushed the Roamers head with her two hands, purposefully leaving out that Amy saw it all happen. John placed his hand on her back, and guided her to the front of the RV where Shane had found a water delivery truck, and grabbed one of the water jugs. He opened the lid of one and started pouring it on Cameron, trying to wash the blood away.
Luckily the rest of the group didn't seem to take notice, and were still conversing amongst themselves. Soon, all the blood was washed away from Cameron's body, leaving her soaked. Her pink blouse was now more of a darker red color since the blood had stained it.
•••
After a while, Rick came back, looking all bloody and damp. Ellison noticed that Savannah wasn't with him. Immediately, fear struck the man. She was still lost.
"Where is she?" Ellison asked concerned.
"S-she didn't come back?" Rick asked with his eyes widening. He told her that if he didn't return, to head back to the highway and keep the sun on her left shoulder. He now realized she was still out there somewhere.
"You son of bitch! How could you just leave her there!?" Ellison snarled, and took a step towards the officer.
"Calm down Ellison, arguing won't help." Alex interjected. Ellison wasn't known for getting violent but if it came to Savannah, he would probably wreak havoc.
"I can track." Daryl spoke up. "Give me the last place you saw her and I can try to pinpoint her position."
"I can too." Cameron also spoke. Everybody turned their heads to look at the petite girl, only to see she was soaking wet.
"What happened to you?" Dale asked, scratching his head in confusion.
"No time for that." Rick interrupted. "Daryl, Ellison, Shane and you." He pointed at Cameron. "Come with me."
"I'm not leaving John alone." Cameron argued. John just rolled his eyes in annoyance. Since this whole thing, neither of them had inseparable, and Cameron wasn't gonna change that now.
"I'll keep an eye on him." Alex announced, and placed a hand on his shoulder in a friendly way.
Cameron just glared at Alex. She didn't like being separated from John. She couldn't protect him that way.
"I'll be fine Cam. Go, I'll be here when you get back." John encouraged. Cameron hesitantly nodded and started to follow the small search party, down into the forest.
"Oh my, what happened to you?" Dale asked T-dog who approached them with his arm gushing blood.
"Just enjoying the Georgia countryside." T-dog sarcastically replied before fainting onto the ground.
"Oh shit!" Dale exclaimed, and knelt down next to the man. "Does anyone have medical expertise?" He frantically asked. Lori, and Glenn shook their heads, as well as Owen and John.
"I know." Alex spoke, with everyone looking at her. "Do we have a med kit anywhere?" Glenn nodded and rushed off, returning a moment later with the small case, and handed it to Alex.
She then knelt down next to T-dog and opened the med kit case.
Alex looked up at everyone else who was staring at her with expectation. "Alright who's watched House?"
•••
"Are you sure this was the last place?" Daryl asked Rick while looking inside the small cave underneath the hill.
"I told her to hide there and if I didn't return, to head in that direction, and keep the sun on her left shoulder." Rick explained.
"The kid was scared man, she had a close call with two Walkers. Unless she knows her left from her right, it's hard to say what you said stuck" Shane argued.
"She understood me just fine!" Rick persisted. Savannah had to be smarter than that right?
Shane and Ellison helped Rick and Daryl back up from the small pond, to solid ground. Cameron stood behind them, scanning the area to see if she could find anything out of the ordinary.
"The tracks lead that way." Daryl informed and started following them. Rick, Ellison, Shane and Cameron then followed a second later, until they stop once again a moment later.
"What is it?" Rick asked.
"I don't know. She was doing fine up until here. All she had to do was keep going straight. She ran off in that direction." Daryl explained and pointed to his right.
"Something spook her maybe?" Shane suggested.
"Maybe she saw Roamer." Cameron stated, not taking her eyes off of the forest behind them.
"There's no other prints. Can't be a Roamer." Daryl described. "Move away, your mucking up the trail LeBron James." Daryl barked at Ellison.
Ellison reluctantly moved out of the away, when Rick spoke again. "You two head back to the highway, tell them we are on the trail." He ordered Ellison and Shane.
Shane nodded in agreement. "I'll find something to occupy them, a few more chores maybe." Shane and Ellison then walk away, back to the highway.
"I'll head in this direction." Daryl informed and started walking off.
That only left Rick and Cameron. Cameron tilted her head to the side, while she stoically stared at the man which made him uncomfortable. "Which way should we go?" Rick asked.
Cameron returned her head back to its upright position. And started to stalk away in another direction.
This girl is very weird, Rick thought, and started following her.
•••
Alex and Carol were currently sitting in the back of the RV, where T-dog lied in a bed. Alex was currently applying stitches to his arm, with great precision."There we go." Alex smiled at her handy work. "You've lost a lot blood though so I suggest you take it easy." She told T-dog.
"How'd you know how to do that anyway?" Carol asked with astonishment.
"I was a school nurse." Alex simply replied. And I was a medic trainee in the Resistance almost seventeen years from now, Alex added the last bit mentally. Carol nodded in acceptance and stood up, leaving the room.
Alex was about to leave when T-dog grabbed her wrist. "Thanks Alex." T-dog forced a smile. "Whatever everyone else says about you, don't let it get to you."
Alex returned the smile and turned to leave, allowing T-dog to rest. Once out, she saw John, Dale, Sophia, and Carol sitting in the booth. "How is he?" John asked Alex.
"He'll live, but he's lost too much blood. He won't be leaving that bed for awhile." Alex explained. She may be a lot of things, but actually using her medical skills was something entirely new.
"Mom? Will Savannah be alright?" Sophia asked her mother with worry.
"Of course she will baby. She just got lost, that's all." Carol reassured her daughter. Carol was just glad that it wasn't her daughter who was out there. She didn't know how she would handle herself if Sophia died.
Shane walked into the RV a moment later, carrying a jug of water from the delivery truck. "Here, T is gonna probably need it." Shane said and placed the jug next to the sink. Shane then took that exact moment to look down at the floor and saw blood staining the carpet. "What happened here? I don't remember that being there."
"Cameron and Amy killed a Walker in here." Dale answered.
"What'd they do? Stomp on its head repeatedly?" Shane chuckled. He was still confused as to what happened, but left it for now. "Anyway, Dale I need to borrow your tool bag." Shane then asked the old man.
"Under the sink." Dale pointed at the sink behind Shane.
Shane knelt down and took out the small satchel from under the kitchen sink, then walked out of the RV.
•••
Rick and Cameron silently walked throughout the forests of Georgia. The only sounds that could be heard were the trees rustling and birds chirping away.
Cameron walked stiffly, with her eyes glued at the ground, studying it. Rick was walking next to her, with his small pocket knife out, just in case they encountered a Walker. He couldn't use his Python Revolver, because there was that chance that the Walkers from the highway would hear it if he were to shoot.
"So where'd you learn to track anyway?" Rick asked Cameron with curiosity. She looked more or less like a city girl who was worried about boys and shoes. It surprised him to know she knew how to track.
"I didn't learn how to track. I've always known how to." Cameron corrected.
"Okay…" Rick said nervously. For some reason Cameron made him uncomfortable. "How can you tell. All I see is grass and dirt."
"Do you want a lesson in tracking? Or do you want to find Savannah?" Cameron mockingly remarked. She stopped dead in her tracks and started frantically looking around.
"What is it?" Rick asked, seeing her confused expression.
"I don't know. Her trail led here and just disappeared." Cameron stated. Suddenly, they heard rustling in the bushes next to them. Both Cameron and Rick absentmindedly pulled out their handguns and aimed at the foliage, prepared to shoot who or whatever came out, totally disregarding the recent herd that had passed by.
Daryl walked out of the brush, holding up a vulgar hand expression to both of them. Rick and Cameron lowered their weapons, placing them back in their original spots.
"Find anything?" Rick asked Daryl.
Daryl shook his head. "Nah, the trail I followed led here. You find anything?" He repeated the question.
"No. It's a dead end. The trail is faded." Cameron answered, in her monotone voice.
"Faded but not entirely gone." Daryl said, kneeling down right next to Cameron. "See this." He pointed. "Some leaves and dirt just covered it a bit. It's not gone."
"Oh. Thank you for explaining." Cameron responded. Daryl just gave her a weird look, but focused back on the trail a second later. The three reacted when they heard more rustling in the trees, and saw a lone Walker appear out of nowhere, targeting them as a potential meal.
Daryl rose his crossbow, and fired a bolt between the Walker's eyes, effectively taking it to the ground.
"Smart weapon choice. Silently shoots projectiles that are capable of killing a Roamer in a single blow, and can be reused multiple times." Cameron explained. She admired the weapon that Daryl held. "However, the reload speed is slower. Which can make it less effective when dealing with larger amounts."
Daryl and Rick just stared at her for another moment. She had a weird way of talking. "Thanks I guess?" Daryl settled for saying.
Rick knelt down right next to the downed Walker and put some working gloves that he had in his back pocket. He then opened the Walker's jaw and started pulling flesh out of the teeth. He then took one of the hands and methodically searched it.
"What're you looking for?" Daryl asked.
"Checking for skin under the fingernails," Rick simply replied and continued to search the Walker's hand. "It fed recently," Rick then, turned the corpses over and began to check its mouth. "There's flesh caught in its teeth."
"Yeah, what kind of flesh?" Daryl asked. Cameron knelt down on the opposite side of the corpse, and took the muck from Rick's fingers.
She scanned the flesh by rubbing her fingers together until she had a solution. "It's not human."
"Then what is Miss Brains?" Daryl sarcastically asked Cameron. She looked up at him, and rubbed the flesh off her fingers on the Walker's trousers.
"I don't know. Maybe we should be sure." Cameron simply suggested. Rick nodded and grabbed a small pocket knife from his pocket and flicked it open. Rick opened the Walker's shirt, about to make an incision when Daryl suddenly stood up.
"Here, I'll do it. How many kills you skin and gut in your life? Anyway, mines sharper." Daryl said and stood above the Walker. He got his giant hunting knife out and trusted the blade straight into the stomach of the Walker, with the putrid smelling flesh wavering in Rick's nostrils.
It was enough for even Cameron to turn her head in disgust. Luckily I don't have smell sensors like a human, Cameron thought.
•••
The sun was setting. Rick, Cameron, and Daryl had been gone for hours and everyone was deeply worried, especially Ellison. The trio had walked back to the hallway with yet again no Savannah. Ellison's heart sank. They had found no trace of her, and it was getting dark.
"You didn't find her?" Ellison asked, already knowing the answer.
"Her trail went cold, we'll pick it up first light." Rick answered.
"She's only twelve! She can't spend the night out there with those things roaming around!" Ellison hissed in anger.
"If we go out now, we'd just be tripping over ourselves in the dark. More people would get lost." Daryl clarified. Ellison just glared at the man in disgust that he actually agrees that they should leave her until morning.
"This is bullshit! I made her mother a promise to look out for her and if you won't look for her then I will!" Ellison argued and started to jump over the railing.
"Ellison stop!" John spoke up. "Rick's right, if you or any of us go, we'd end up like Savannah. Lost. I think it's best if we wait till morning, then we can send out a massive search party to cover more ground." John suggested. Maybe I am still to become a leader?
"You can't be serious John? She's just a little girl." Ellison tried reasoning. John didn't respond, and instead just crossed his arms. "Cameron, you can track better than anyone here, you can help can you?" Ellison asked the young cyborg. Cameron also didn't respond, implying that if she did, more suspicion would arise to her true nature.
"You have to trust us Ellison. We have no choice but to wait." Rick said. "Daryl and Cameron know the woods better than anybody, I've asked them to oversee this effort."
Ellison just sadly nodded and walked off in the opposite direction, and disappeared in the scattered vehicles.