If you haven't read Dumb Luck: How I Survive The Apocalypse, I HIGHLY recommend you do, otherwise you'll have no idea what's going on now. :) ~The Chuckles

ALEX'S POV

We've been scouting out Terminus for hours now, careful to stay hidden behind trees or in bushes. We saw them drag a large group out of sight, but before they did I spotted Sasha, Bob and Jude, among others. Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl must've recognized Sasha and Bob too, and the asian guy must've be Glenn.

"They could have Maggie there. Probably Beth too." Daryl tells Rick, while loading his crossbow. He only has 4 or 5 arrows it seems, but Rick gave him his automatic rifle as back up. Leaving me the only one without a gun.

"When are we going in?" I ask Rick, hands in the pockets of my shorts, trying to emphasize how weaponless I am.

"After sunset, when it's dark. They have men on the rooftops. Going in while it's light out would be suicide. When it's dark, however, we stand a chance. It looks like it's gonna rain tonight too, which will make it harder for them to see." He explains, matter-of-factly, eyeing the Terminus compound at the same time.

"I don't have a gun." I admit, getting to the point. Before Rick can talk, Michonne speaks up. "Here, take mine. I'm better with my sword anyways." She holds out her pistol in offering, and I take it gently. If I would've had a holster, I would've put the gun in there. I need to get one of those belts Rick has. Where does one even get a belt like that in the apocalypse? Home Depot? Wal-Mart?

Looking at my outfit, I realize i'm quite unprepared for this. I don't have my jacket I got from the clothing store last week, leaving me only in a faded Superman shirt and cargo shorts. Oh, and I'm wearing Sasha's boots. I have Maggie's knife wrapped up and in my pocket, in place of putting it in a sheath. On the other hand, the rest of my group all have jackets with several pockets, belts with sheaths for knifes and holsters for guns, and pants on instead of cargo shorts. I feel extremely out of place.

I check Michonne's gun, and i'm surprised to see it's actually fully loaded. There's probably 10 bullets in the clip. I would've asked for more ammo, but Rick has already buried the blue duffle bag with all of our extra weapons, in case we get captured. In the bag rests Rick's iconic Cold Python, two more automatic rifles, a red handled machete, and miscellaneous gun parts and ammo.

Daryl goes hunting, and comes back an hour or so later with 3 or 4 squirrels. I don't know how he does it. A couple days before the prison fell, he shot a deer and brought it back for us. We had venison for days. Squirrel isn't as good as BBQ'ed venison, but it's better than nothing, I suppose.

Terminus has been quite for hours now, ever since we saw them drag Sasha and the others away to who knows where. Occasionally the gunmen on the roof will look over this way, and we all hide behind the trees. Otherwise, it's been pretty clear. The closest gunmen points his scope over our way, and to my surprise, he starts shouting to the others.

"What's he doing? Has he seen us?" I ask Rick frantically.

"I don't know. We're moving out-oh my god." I'm about to ask what he's "OH MY GOD-ING" about, but then I hear it.

The growls.

You have got to be kidding me.

Turning around, I see so many walkers I can't even count them. Unlike hordes I've seen before, where they're all clumped together, this one is spread out over a distance, practically surrounding us. They're at least a good 50-100 feet away though, slowly making their way up the small incline towards us.

"They're everywhere." Michonne comments bleakly, slowly wrapping her fingers around the handle of her sword strapped to her back, ready to pull it out at a moment's notice. Daryl loads his crossbow, although he has limited ammo. He'd be down to his hunting knife before the walkers even got close.

"What are we gonna do? We can't take them all on!" Carl cries.

"Head over the fence." is Rick's reply.

"What?!" Michonne looks shocked.

"We can't waste the ammunition. It's better we push into Terminus on our own terms instead of them finding us out here. C'MON!" He says in his gruff Southern accent, climbing over the tall fence. We all follow suit, and within seconds we're on the other side of the fence, safe from walkers, but walking into another trap all the same.

"There's too many of 'em. They'll take that fence down in no time." Daryl comments.

"I know. Let's hope they do. More chaos around here the better. We won't be the only thing their aiming for. Let's go." Weapons drawn, we slowly descend into Terminus. The men on the roof are yelling back and forth at each other, and Daryl takes the opportunity to snipe one of them in the head. The other 2 looks stunned. Rick follows his example by firing 3 shots at them, but they manage to duck down, and sound an alarm.

Well, FUCK.

We've reached the compound now, and it seems to be a maze of warehouses and open cement paths. Blindly, we push in, Rick leading the way. We're heading around the corner we saw them drag our friends now, and are confronted by a couple Termites with big guns. I fire two quick shots before taking cover behind a crate. Carl's with me a heartbeat later, while Rick, Michonne and Daryl about 15 feet to our right, hiding behind a pile of wooden boxes.

I can feel the bullets embedding themselves in the crate, and I know that very soon one of those bullets will pierce all the way through. "We have to get over there!" I yell to Carl, over all the noise for the guns. Instead of responding, he aims his gun over the crate, firing off several shots. I'm smart enough to realize that he's covering me, so I take the opportunity to sprint across the hard pavement, closing the gap between me and the rest of my group.

All of the sudden, my ankle is on fire.

Not literally. Since I can't stop my momentum, I take another step on my bad ankle, and a huge surge of pain shoots up my body. I can't handle it, and I crash into the ground hard, a couple feet away from Rick and the others. Quickly looking down, I see that my left ankle is covered in blood. The pain is blinding, and even though i'm a sitting duck out in the open, I can't move.

It's Michonne who grabs me by my hands, and drags me to safety. Somewhere along the way, Carl rushes over to speed up the process I think, but I'm not sure. I hear a booming voice over what sounds like a microphone. "SURRENDER NOW AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED!" In response, somebody fires off shots towards the speaker, or in that general direction. I can't really tell, because the pain overwhelms me, and I see black.

I wake up in a dark, horribly lit room.

The floor is cold, hard metal, leeching the heat from my body. I try to sit up, and manage to, but I have a crippling headache. Suddenly, somebody's hands are under my arms, dragging me backwards. I meekly try to defend myself, but i'm too weak.

"Calm down. You're alright, son." In my groggy state, I crank my head back until I see a muscular man in a light grey tanktop hovering above me, his bright red hair and mustache apparent even in near darkness. "Where am I?" I ask, my speech slurred. "Train car." He replies curtly before resting me against the wall, also cold metal, before walking off. It takes my eyes a minute to adjust, but when they do, I see that we're all reunited. Well, most of us.

An asian man I recognize to be Glenn is leaning against the wall to my far left, staring at the ground depressingly, next to Jude, who's holding on to Connor and Ashley. THANK GOD. In the corner next to them is a woman I don't recognize, but she's with Sasha and Bob, so she must be a friend. The red headed man that helped me is standing next to a guy with a mullet, and a woman in short cut off jean shorts and a white tanktop. Also new, but they seem friendly.

On the other side of the train car, I see Daryl and Rick conferencing. Carl is actually standing to my right, looking down at me with concern. Michonne is in the corner to my left, swordless, doing a good job at looking pissed off. No Maggie, Beth, Elijah, Kat, or Isaac. Hopefully they're all far away from this hell hole. I hope they are seduced by Terminus's signs promising "sanctuary".

My ankle is wrapped in gauze, I notice, but it still hurts something fierce. Carl slumps down next to me. "How's your ankle?" He sounds tired and depressed, fitting in with the vibe i'm getting from everybody else.

"It hurts horribly, but I'll live. What happened? Where are we?" I'm expecting a bad answer, but what he tells me devastates me.

"Well, after you got shot, we found our way into one of the warehouses. We held there for a little while, until we got surrounded. Dad found an unguarded door, and we escaped through there. But, we ended up at the back of the place, and there were a bunch of guys aiming at our heads. We surrendered our weapons, and they had us line up one by one before entering this car. A few of them came in a little while ago and bandaged your ankle."

I'm speechless, and even if I was going to say anything, I'm cut off by Rick.

"Don't worry, we won't be in here for long."

My siblings slowly make their way over to me, tears in their eyes. I hold onto Ashley's hand, and they both sit down next to me. Ash lays her head across my lap, and lies down, sobbing. Rick continues.

"They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out." He starts pacing the length of the train car, peeking out the small gap between the wall and the door. "Find out what?" The red head asks Rick skeptically. Rick turns his head to look at him, and I notice how the lack of light covers half of his face. His left eye in particular.

He almost looks like The Governor when he says "They're fucking with the WRONG people."