Chapter 1: The aftermath
Inside one of the rotten carts, were the last of the Termites... The hunters. "We were being human beings." Gareth snarled at his younger brother.
"What're we now, Gareth?" Alex replied, scared of the monsters that await them outside.
Gareth closed his eyes, trying to draw out the sounds of the walkers from outside the cart. "Carve the wood." Gareth spoke softly.
"What?! You actually want to try and escape? With those things outside?" A girl asked from the corner on the cart.
"I said carve the wood!" Gareth spoke louder, his dominate leader side tone in his voice.
"Shit, man..." A man spoke, tearing his belt from his pants and carving at the wood with it. "They escaped, Gareth."
"...I know." Gareth sighed. "I know."
Alex then pulled his walkie talkie from his pocket and tried speaking into it, hoping for any responce. "Hello?! Chuck?! Martin? C... Cynthia?" He grit his teeth as a tear ran down his cheek. "What if they're all dead?"
"Don't say that! Cynthia and Martin have to be alive." The girl spoke again, finally ripping apart of the wood she carved out. "They gotta be."
A few minutes after and a loud shotgun went off. And then again, and again.
"Who's that?!" The girl asked, trying to look through the gap in the door of the cart.
"What if it's Rick?" Alex shrieked, knowing he will die if it is. "Shit, Gareth! What if it's Rick?!"
"Shut up!" Gareth shouted, standing up.
The cart door then opened.
"...Martin?" Gareth asked, cornered why his face was bleeding.
"Did you get bit?!" Alex shouted.
"No." Martin replied. "Now let's just get the fuck out of here." He turned away and continued to shoot the last of the walkers.
"You killed them all by yourself?" The girl asked as they all jumped out the cart.
Martin spit his gum on the floor and sighed. "No. They were... distracted." He turned
to Gareth. "We should go. I'll explain on the way." Martin then walked off, shooting 3 more walkers as the rest of the hunters climbed over the gates.