A/N: The next few chapters are pretty short, but I wanted to get something out there before the new season starts up again. Read and review everyone!
Chapter 3:
Stories were being swapped around; it had been about an hour since the rest of the prison group was thrown into the train car. They couldn't do anything until they devised a plan, and right now all they really knew was that soon someone would be delivering food.
"They are tryin' to fatten us up, Rick." Maggie called out as she explained they had been in the car for almost two days…give or take a few hours. Was sure hard to tell hours, minutes and even seconds with being trapped in the darkened car.
Ty had just informed Maggie that Beth was gone just a few hours after the prison was attacked. He told her that she wandered off and was trying to look for the kids. So the southern bell was not in the most cheerful of moods at the present time. She should be though, she had Glenn. And she knew how caring Beth was; it did deeply sadden her that her kindness and gentle heart is what cost her, her life. She would have felt better if the kids were alive, so Beth's sacrifice didn't go un-wasted, but that was asking far to much.
"Shhh." Glen hushed everyone as he heard footsteps approaching the door of the car, just feet away.
"-I think the mullet man," The group all looked over at Eugene, and Abraham shook his head, as he was telling him not to worry. "That kid." Rick looked over at Carl who looked frantic. "I got a score to settle with, little, miss Blades." Rachel was closest to the door, she quickly slid one of her knives in her boot and handed Daryl the other one quickly.
Rachel was bending down as she carefully, but quickly tried to slip her knife back into her boots, but she heard the dragging of the door sliding open. With her back against the door she could see the sunlight being shined into the train car. "Back up, everyone!" Gareth called out as he was standing in the doorway and had several men behind him with weapons in their arms and ready to pull the triggers.
"Now if everyone listens and cooperates this can all be over in just a few minutes. We are just moving some of you, not a big deal." The same looking man, Gareth said in a bored tone. He looked for Eugene, "Mullet man, come with me."
Abraham growled, "Over my dead body!"
Sasha looked back at him and shook her head, as if telling him to back down.
"That an be easily arranged." Gareth sniggered. "We wanted to wait longer to kill you, but I suppose you could be a reasonably sized portion for most of us."
Abraham looked at Gareth, and in his most harsh voice, "You take me, not him." He needed to protect Eugene no matter the cost! Abe already just lost Rosita, he couldn't lose the man who knew how to end all of this, this part of the apocalypse.
Gareth gave off a sinister smile, "Let's calm it down Muscles." He pointed to Sasha and Bob, "I could take everyone out of this train and shoot them dead. Is that what you want? Mullet man isn't even dying yet, he's not ready yet."
The longhaired man looked at Abe, he didn't know if he was being told the truth. "Abe, we don't need to lose anymore lives. You know what I know, and that, that's a lot!" He walked from the back of the car and watched as Gareth moved out of the way for Eugene to walk down the steps.
"Good, see, we can be civilized human beings, can't we?" His voice was extremely condescending sounding. "Next…" He looked at Carl who was standing to the side of Rick. "Kid, come on now."
Carl looked up at Rick, though he was a tough teenager, but this was something that made him feel anxiety and fear. "Dad." He grumbled.
Rick had literally just grabbed a man by the throat and bit apart the man's flesh from his bone just a few hours ago. "Your messin' with the wrong people. What good is it gunna do by separating us?"
"Well I think it's amusing, I mean wouldn't you if you were in my shoes?" Gareth smiled and looked down at Rick's shoes, "Actually come to think about it, I want your shoes when you're gone. So don't scuff them up or anything."
Rachel looked over at Carl, he put on a brave face and said, "It's okay dad. But-"He looked up at Gareth, "If my dad goes first can he say goodbye to me? Or if I go first, can I to him?" Carl's eyes were red and puffy, but he held in the tears. "Please?"
Not saying anything for a change, Gareth just smiled and slowly nodded his head. Rick looked at the leader with rage fuming in his body. "I hope you enjoy this! If you touch any one of them I will personally beat the-"
"Rick!" Tyrese stopped him, and gave him a look that said, 'C'mon man, what are you doing?'
Rachel slowly stood up, still having her back face the opening, she looked at Daryl and mouthed, "I-have-a-plan."
"Alright Blades, back up slowly. Actually, wait-" The tall man went over to her and patted her down very slowly. He took his time as he continued to pat her every body part. "I usually don't like to play with my food, but, heh, for you I can make the exception."
Rachel bit her tongue as she felt the slim man feeling every inch of her body. But right as she was attempting to lift up her leg she heard one of the women call for Gareth. "Gareth, we have company." Rachel's mouth nearly dropped she was just cursing in her mind, praying it was not the girls, Mika and Judith.
"I will be right there Mary." With not another word, Gareth yanked Rachel by the arm and turned her around and slammed the door shut behind them.
"Kid, soccer, soccer!" Rachel called out. She was hoping that he knew what she was saying. "The swift cheetah." The other Terminus men, and even Eugene looked at her. She eyed Carl and mouthed 'RUN' to him.
Carl made a small grin but it quickly vanished as he heard someone tell Rachel to quiet down. Rachel slowed down and yanked Gareth back! "Aaahh my foot, my foot." She called out, as she pretended to fall.
As Gareth's grasp escaped from her's he did feel a slight jerk and looked back and saw the woman holding her foot. "Oh I think it's sprained or something."
The tyrant looked at his men and motioned for them to take a look at her. "She is just skin and bones right now, should we just put her down?" With most of the attention on Rachel, Eugene had one man that stood behind him, and Carl's guard was a few feet away from him.
The sheriff's son eyed his 'guard' and saw he didn't have a gun out, so that could buy him a few seconds. Carl was good at climbing fences; he knew where the entrance was that he needed to go out to escape.
It was in that instance that Carl didn't look at anything except straight ahead, and he shifted his body forward to RUN! "Heyyyy!" One of the guards called out as Carl was over fifty feet away.
Rachel smirked as she held her foot and rapidly in one action elbowed one of the men in the face and said, "Put me down? No, no, my friend, it's the other way around!" She grabbed a hold of her knife and put the blade to the wounded man's throat. "Drop them! Drop the weapons!"
The men looked confused, and quickly shifted their eyes to Gareth. "She doesn't have the guts to do it.
"You think that, huh?" Rachel sighed and said, "Here's the deal, let the kid go off, he has no where to go." She pointed to Eugene, "You let him back into the train car, and leave those people alone for now. You can have me. Fair deal?" She saw Gareth starting to shake his head no, but she added, "I'm not saying to let them go, that's not fair at all. I'm saying not to separate them though. If you kill them you do it with the others watching."
Eugene smacked his hand against his head. What in the world was Rachel saying?!