This is set during the last episode of season 4 (Episode "A") and continues into season 5. It's mainly going to be from Carl's point of view but if it changes I'll make it obvious :)

This follows the story of the episodes but I am going to change conversations, some events etc to fit my storyline better :D

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I can't rap my mind around what just happened... there were hands... EVERYWHERE... it didn't feel right and they wouldn't stop... I feel so... powerless. I'm always in control but for the short period of time he was all over me... I had no say about what was going on and... And... I don't know. One minute I'm asleep in a car we found at the side of the road and the next I'm being fondled by some creep who has... or had something against my dad.

Michonne said he was sick prev and although my vocabulary isn't that wide I can guess this isn't a good thing.

I hate thinking about it... All I can remember is being shoved to the ground and then a sharp pain all the way through my body and it didn't stop even after my dad decided to mimic a walker and take a massive bite out of that guys neck, sure he slowed down but his constant thrusting didn't stop until he realised his life was at risk- that's when he pulled his knife on me.

I know what he was doing, I'm not stupid.

I hate the looks I'm getting from my dad, Michonne and even Daryl. Even when I have my eyes closed I can feel their stare burning into my skull, I can feel their sympathy. They're treating me like some poor defenceless kid and I hate it.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Michonne puts a hand on shoulder letting me know that it's time to go. As I get up from sitting near where the fire had been the night before I feel the pain up my spin again and it causes me to limp which gains me another sympathetic smile from her. I pick up my ruck sack and rest my hat on my head.

A few hours later

We've been walking for a while now and dad said he thinks that we're not too far from Terminus, about half an hour maybe. I had almost completely forgotten about last night until I seen dads face again... even though he's washed off most of the blood I can still see the remaining blotches of red stuck in his beard and I can feel tears starting to fill my eyes so I blink them away.

It seems like we're going to make it to Terminus sooner than we thought because by the time I've cleared my head I can see the metal wall surrounding the building not 40 feet in front of me. Dad and Daryl go off to do whatever while I go for a walk with Michonne around the perimeter of the fence, to be honest, I really don't want to walk with her because I know the only thing she's going to want to talk about it last night same thing she wanted to talk about last night and I'm just not in the mood but Michonne is pretty persistent.

"So, how you doing?" She puts her arm around me for a second but when she notices how uncomfortable I am she moves it away.

"I've been better" I don't want to lie to her but I hope she doesn't push for more information.

"Want to talk about it?" The thought of talking about the incident isn't exactly an appealing one. When I don't answer she takes it upon herself to continue the conversation "You know... it wasn't your fault... that guy... he was a sick, evil bastard and after what he did to you..." She sort of trails off there, I think she realises that I'm only half listening and I'm not exactly loving this topic.

She pulls me into another short hug just before my dad and Daryl walk into our line of sight.

"We buried a bag of weapons not far from here just in case things go south." I think Dad's learned that we shouldn't be as quick to trust people. "You guys ready to go?" I nod and we start to head to the metal boarders of the camp. Michonne and Daryl are over first and when they say the coast is clear my Dad gives me a hand over and then he climbs over himself.

When we walk into the building I can hear a woman's voice beaming throughout the halls "Those who arrive survive. Terminus. Sanctuary for all-" she stops when she sees us standing in the door way and a man with dirty brown hair walks toward where we are standing and he doesn't look pleased "You here to rob us?"

"No" Dad's the first to speak. "We wanted to see you before you seen us"

The man chuckles "fair enough... You lookin' for sanctuary?"

"Yes" He sounds so desperate

"Well you've come to the right place. I'm Gareth and welcome to Terminus" He takes a few steps forward and a man from behind him stands almost directly in front of Michonne. "Now, if you could drop your weapon and stand with your hand out, by your side." None of us move but I watch Dad with a careful eye. Gareth sighs "I hope you know that we're not like that but we're not stupid either so we're not taking any risks." Nothing happens for a second then dad puts his gun and knife down on the ground in front of him and the rest of us follow suit.

I see the guy, who was standing in front of Michonne, now patting down Daryl. "I'd hate to see the other guy" He jokes.

"You would." He's deadly serious and I don't blame him, he took quite a beating. The guy then moves onto Michonne and when he gets to me I can't help but flinch, being reminded of the events of last night. "Did he deserve it?" He seems curious but also as if he's just asking to make conversation.

"Yes." I notice Dad look at me with concern but I just try and ignore it because I'm not lying every one of those Assholes deserved what they got.

After they searched us all they gave us our weapons back and took us to where we could get something to eat. I kind of zone out, wanting nothing more that to devour every last crumb of food on that plate but the next thing I know Dad's slamming the paper plate out of my hands and he has his gun out with a guy pressed against his body, I have no idea what's going on but I have my gun out scanning the place for a potential target.

Fast forward

So... to sum up the last ten minutes... we were shot at by some cannibals and locked in a box like a bunch of rats.

I hear a noise.

"Rick?" I know that voice... is that Glenn? As the figure comes out of the shadows I realise it is and he's not alone! Maggie's here with Sasha and Bob and some other people that I don't recognise.

"Don't worry, they're friends"

"A friend o' yours is a friend o' mine" Daryl says walking toward the group before us.

I feel Dad's presence behind me when he puts his hand on my back and gives me a nod before following Daryl and now Michonne to the as of yet unfamiliar people.

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After spending the past hour or so in here with these people they seem friendly enough but I don't think I can trust them... not after... what happened.

So that's a rap for tonight :) I know it's not great but I had the idea and I couldn't get to sleep so I had to write it down ^.^ Anyways if you guys want me to continue this story basically it is mainly going to focus on how Carl deals with the events of 4x16 and I was considering adding in a couple OC's (Some of which would be Carl's age) and someone who was there that night telling them about it so they can be almost like a shoulder to cry on for Carl as nobody that he currently knows seems to be able to get him to open up.

BUT I feel like I kind of want the group to find out... and see how they would react to that kind of information and possibly to seeing Carl just break down O.o Hmmm?

Anyways... feel free to leave me suggestions and comments etc either though PM or whatever else :)

-Eli