Authors Note:
What would've happened if Ricks group were the first to arrive.
Characters and setting belong to AMC (except my OC.)
Welcome to Terminus
They had arrived in Terminus, Rick, Michonne, Carl and Daryl. They came in the back way but were greeted just the as any new guest to pass through Terminus's gates. After being frisked Gareth led the four of them out to the courtyard towards the grill. Immediately the atmosphere felt wrong, there was something unnatural about the behaviour of the community. Back at the prison people were laughing and enjoying themselves so why was everything so silent?
Rick tried not to think too much of it, instead the four of them followed Gareth to their sleeping quarters.
"Sun goes down in a few hours so we suggest you get settled in," Gareth said as he left them to their own devices.
"Rick, don't this place seem a bit off to you?" Daryl whispered as he laid out his bed for the night.
"It does…I don't want to jump to conclusions and ruin our chance here if there's nothing going on…" Rick responded.
"So what are we going to do?" Michonne said as she placed her bed near Carls.
"Surveillance, we'll sneak about and see if there's anything suspicious…if there's not then we got no issues."
The other three nodded in agreement and laid down to rest, sleep came quickly for the four survivors. Quicker then the epidemic had swept through the prison, soon enough all four were fast asleep.
Daryl was the first of the four to wake up, the sun wasn't up yet and the camp was dead silent. Taking his crossbow and hanging it on his shoulder he quietly walked from the sleeping quarters into the courtyard. Slowly he crept into the main building where Gareth slept. Daryl walked past a door; behind it he heard silent whimpering. He gripped the handle and turned it slowly, he allowed the door to open an inch, just enough for him to peer through.
Inside the room was a young girl tied to the head of the bed, the rope was long enough for her to move across the width of the bed but too short to allow her to leave the perimeter of the bed.
The rope dug into her wrists causing them to ache with every movement. When Daryl saw her he realised there was a figure in the bed beside her. A hand was draped over the girl's stomach holding her in place. The arm was definitely that of a man, but who?
Who would be sick enough to tie someone to the bed so she couldn't go anywhere?
Daryl thought as he moved away from the door.
He heard movement in the room behind the door and decided it was best to leave and return to the sleeping quarters. As he walked away from the door he heard a voice from within the room.
"Stop your whimpering," the familiar voice hissed.
"I'm sorry Gareth…it's this rope, it's too tight."
The voices stopped Daryl in his tracks for a split moment.
Sick bastard, knew there was something up with him, Daryl thought as he hurried off back to the sleeping quarters to tell Rick.