A/N: After the excitement of the last chapter, this one kind of seems a little dull, but I still hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than Thea Ellis and her storyline. All rights to The Walking Dead remain with Robert Kirkman and Co.
They were going to get out of this, one way or another. Rick had said so with those six words he had growled moments after they had been locked away in the train car. She didn't want to think that they could be stuck here forever, so she held onto those words like they were a life preserver and she was stranded at sea.
"I'm so glad you guys made it out of the prison." Thea told Glenn and Maggie. "I thought as soon as you left the bus I'd never see you again."
Glenn pulled her in for a tight hug which she gladly returned. She had been worried sick about the couple for eight days. As he hugged her though, his arm came around her shoulders and put pressure on where she had been shot by one of Gareth's men. She hissed in pain and jolted back, bringing her palm up to hold her arm just below the wound.
"What happened?" Glenn asked her, voice laced with genuine concern.
"I didn't drop my knife, thought they wouldn't see it." She explained, moving into what little light they had to assess the damage.
"They shot you?" Sasha spoke up from where she stood with Bob.
Thea nodded her head, prodding the area around the wound. "It's just a graze." She pulled off the plaid shirt she still wore and tore a strip from the bottom with her teeth.
Maggie moved forward and took ahold of the strip, turning Thea a little so she could get to the arm and then tying the fabric over the damaged area. Thea thanked her softly and then pulled the plaid shirt back on.
The redheaded man came forward then, glancing Thea's way for only a second before look at Rick. "You're the clear leader here, so I feel like it is necessary that I fill you in on my mission." He began.
"Your mission?" Rick wondered.
"Name's Abraham Ford. This here is Rosita Espinosa, and that's Dr. Eugene Porter," he pointed to the woman with the impractical hoop earrings and the man with the mullet.
Thea had a hard time believing this Eugene Porter was a doctor; he didn't look like any doctor she had ever met and she had met quite a few. Her skepticism was only increased with Abraham's next words.
"Eugene has a cure for this whole goddamn mess. My mission is to get him to Washington so he can save us all."
She couldn't hold back the scoff that left her and Abraham glared her way.
"You got a problem?" He asked her. He didn't seem particularly happy with her for bothering to express her disbelief.
Thea crossed her arms. "It just seems a little far-fetched. Am I to believe that this man," she pointed in Eugene's direction. "Just happens to know the cure to a world ending virus?"
The girl with the earrings, Rosita, scoffed. "It doesn't matter what you think." She replied. Her voice had an air to it, like she had trained for arguments her entire life and knew how to cut someone down with a single sentence.
Thea wasn't fazed one bit, but before she could speak to it Abraham was talking again.
"You got a right to your own opinion, lady, but Eugene's the real deal. And I'm getting him to Washington one way or another. Even if I gotta fight every son of a dick in this place." He paused for a second and then let out a chuckle. "They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but, damn, it was time to go. When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm."
He had a colorful vocabulary. It reminded Thea just a tiny bit of being back in the UK, but she was too annoyed with the three newbies to really care about anything old Abe was saying. She turned and walked towards the dark corner opposite the one the other group had been in when she had been forced into the car. She rubbed the back of her neck and let her body rest back against the wall.
"Is this everyone who made it out of the prison?" Sasha asked suddenly. "Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?"
Michonne replied. "No."
"Good." Sasha whispered. Thea could tell she had a feeling her brother was alive regardless of his current whereabouts.
"What about Beth? Did you guys find her?" Maggie spoke up.
"Daryl was with her when the prison fell." Rick mentioned.
The older Greene daughter moved to the archer with a questioning look in her eyes. "Is she alive?"
"Someone took her. Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried." Daryl answered quietly.
"But she's alive?"
"She's alive."
It seemed Abraham wasn't into the good old family reunion shtick. He sighed heavily. "I'm glad you guys found each other, I am, but we need to start thinking of the bigger picture here. If we don't get out of here, who knows what these fuckers will do to us."
That Thea could agree on. She stood straight and moved to stand with the group once more.
"We need weapons. Use anything you can to make some. When they come for us we attack." Rick instructed.
She thought for a moment trying to figure out what she had on her that could be used. She wasn't wearing a belt, though she'd need one soon if she continued on with this apocalyptic diet, and her sneakers wouldn't stay on if she tried to use her laces. Then it hit her and she let out a small laugh against her will, drawing everyone's attention.
"Have you lost your marbles?" Abraham asked her, thick red eyebrows furrowed.
"I-no, I just remembered that I have this." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out the straight razor Alex had missed in his pat down. She opened it up and let the light that came in through the crack reflect off the blade.
Abraham actually looked a tiny bit impressed. "Alright, one down. Now let's see what else is in our pockets."
It was a while later that they had all managed to fasten weapons out of little things. Thea was impressed to see that Rosita's earrings weren't so impractical after all; the woman had straightened them out and put them through the leather of her belt. She could use the weapon to slash or punch an enemy.
Rick was currently using the chain on Hershel's watch to file off a chunk of wood from one of the support beams in the far corner while the others found other things to arm themselves.
Daryl and Abraham were keeping watch on either side of the door, peeking through the cracks to make sure no one was approaching. Thea thought surely they would keep them locked in for the night before coming to get any of them. It only seemed like the logical thing to do; keep the enemy trapped and scared for as long as possible.
Seconds after that very thought crossed her mind she heard voices approaching the car.
"Alright, got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl warned them, his voice low enough to be a growl.
"Y'all know what to do." Rick said, coming over to stand by the door.
Thea pulled out the straight razor and got ready for an attack as the others got into position with their weapons. She stood to Daryl's right, feeling like her skin was going to vibrate right off from the anticipation.
"Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." Rick instructed quietly.
A man's voice came from just outside the door. "Put your backs to the walls on either end of the car. NOW."
No one moved an inch, but then they were surprised to hear footfalls on the roof of the train car. Thea turned her eyes upward as if she would be able to see right through the steel, wondering if this was meant to be a distraction. A hatch on top of the car opened suddenly flooding them with the light from outside.
Thea squinted and managed to regain control of her eyesight just in time to see something drop into the car. She heard it hit the floor with a thud and they all turned their attention to it. Thea frowned as she looked at what appeared to be a can of something.
"MOVE!" Abraham shouted suddenly. Just as Thea saw the label.
Everyone sprang into action quickly but Thea seemed to be frozen. She blinked at the can, waiting for it to explode, but then as Daryl spun to get away from the offending object he threw an arm out to grab ahold of her by the front of her tank top. He yanked her down onto the ground with him just as the flash bomb went off.
It was loud and her ears were ringing as smoke filled her lungs and sent her into a coughing fit. She couldn't hear anything other than the white noise in her head, couldn't feel anything other than the hard floor of the car and Daryl's hand still gripping her shirt tightly.
That was how she knew some of the Terminus residents had entered the car. The grip on her shirt tightened and then as he was pulled away he held tight until the tank top stretched too far and slipped from his grip. She had tried to reach out to grab him but it had happened too fast. It wasn't until the smoke cleared and her ears stopped ringing that she noticed who was missing.
Daryl, Rick, Glenn, and Bob had been taken from the car. Right from their grasps as if they had never been there at all.
Maggie was beating on the door, calling her husband's name. Sasha looked frantically around as if Bob would pop up out of the darkness. Michonne and Carl both looked equally concerned for Rick's safety.
And Thea could only look downwards at the bunched and crumpled portion of her tank top that had been in Daryl's hand mere seconds ago.
"What the hell is going on?" Abraham demanded as he beat both fists against the door.
It had been over ten minutes since the men came and took four of their own, and about a minute ago an explosion of some kind had rocked the ground the train car stood on. They could hear screaming and gunfire outside and it sounded like more than a few walkers had made their way into the camp.
Abraham was a military man, Thea could tell by his clothing and his demeanor, so she understood why he would be frustrated about not knowing what was happening outside when it sounded like a war; he was getting annoying though.
"Someone hit them." Michonne pointed out, looking like she was ready to fight the world.
Sasha looked almost desperate. "Maybe our people got free." She suggested.
"Excuse me," Eugene muttered as he shoved past Tara and Sasha, the remnants of the flash bomb can in his hand. He crouched down by the door and started trying to shove the can under it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asked him.
The man, who Thea still couldn't believe was a doctor, didn't look up as he responded. "I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door. From the sound of things, there may not be anyone left to open it."
Did this guy not have a filter? The men that were taken were their family. Rick's son was standing a few feet away and Eugene was suggesting that he was dead?
Tara seemed to be just as frustrated as Thea was. "Eugene, I'm sorry, but shut up."
"Okay."
Carl came forward from the dark corner. "Hey, my dad's gonna be back. They all are." He said, his voice filled with a confidence that told the Brit that he had all but forgotten the things Rick had done just the previous night.
"They are." Maggie agreed, using the chain on her father's pocket watch to sharpen a chunk of wood she had pulled from the wall. "And we need to get ready to fight our way out with them when they do."
Maggie wasn't taking any of Eugene's shit, and she didn't appear to be overly worried about her husband's safety. Maybe she had a lot of faith in his survival skills, maybe she just knew how to hide her fear. Thea wished that she could have either one of those things, but for now she was stuck gripping the straight razor tight and hoping it wouldn't slip out of her clammy palm when they needed to fight. She was terrified, she couldn't help it.
"What's the cure, Eugene?" Sasha asked suddenly.
"It's classified." The man in the mullet replied quickly, earning a scoff from Thea.
"We don't know what's gonna happen." Michonne added.
Abraham, Eugene's clear protector, glared at them. "You leave him be."
"We need to keep working." Maggie called to them.
Thea shook her head, having had it with this bullshit. She was done pretending that this man was going to be able to fix anything. They say don't judge a book by its cover, but she couldn't help but judge him. He didn't look like a scientist, didn't look like the kind of man capable of anything really, and she didn't believe his story for a second.
"I, for one, am dying to hear this." She spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, it's time to hear it. 'Cause we don't know what's coming next." Sasha said.
Tara came to Eugene's defense. "What's next is we get out of this."
Yeah, right.
"Even if I told you all, even if I provided step-by-step instructions complete with illustrations and a well-composed FAQ and I went red-ring, the cure would still die with me."
Thea couldn't believe this guy.
"I'm not going to let that happen." Abraham told him confidently.
The British doctor took a step forward. "I've got nearly ten years of medical schooling and training under my belt. I'm not an idiot. So why don't you just humor me, huh?"
He was still kneeling by the door, still trying to do whatever he thought he could do with the can. "The best-case scenario, we step out into a hellstorm of bullets, fire, and walkers. I'm not fleet of foot, I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence-"
"Yeah, but we can. And we will." Michonne told him.
Sasha was desperate. "You don't owe us anything. Not yet. But we just want to hear it."
"You don't have to." Rosita said softly, all her faith seeming to be in the man with the mullet.
"Why don't you just shut up and let him explain, yeah?" Thea growled, glaring the Hispanic woman's way.
Rosita's face fell and she took a step forward as if she was going to come at Thea, but Eugene stood abruptly and began speaking, causing her to stop in her tracks.
"I was part of a 10-person team at the Human Genome Project to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms. Fire with fire." He began. "Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them. Fire with fire." He paused and glanced at them as they stared. "All things being equal, it does sound pretty badass."
"Sounds like bullshit." Thea said before she could stop herself. Because it did sound like bullshit. She didn't believe a word of it, she actually wondered how long it took him to come up with that crap.
Michonne ignored her comment. "So let's get back to work."
As the words left her mouth there came a banging on the door that had Eugene springing away from it and cowering behind the others as they gripped their weapons tightly. Thea felt her heart pounding as she prepared herself for what, or who, would be waiting for them on the other side. When the doors slid open however, it was to reveal Rick. He had an AK-47 in his hands and looked like he was prepared for battle.
"Come on! We fight to the fence!" He shouted at them before turning and firing at some walkers as he jumped down the small concrete stairs.
"You do not leave his side!" Abraham shouted at Sasha and Tara as he pointed to Eugene and then jumped from the train car.
Michonne and Maggie followed behind him quickly, then Thea took her shot and exited the car. She was plunged into a war zone. Smoke filled the air and gunshots rang out around her; she had never experienced anything like this before the prison and she would never get used to it.
"Go, go, go!" Daryl shouted from where he was holding a herd of walkers at bay with his own gun.
Thea didn't have time to spare him a second glance before she was face-to-face with one of the dead. She swung her arm up and shoved the blade of the straight razor through its temple, yanking it out with a squelch before it could even fall to the ground and moving on to the next one in her way. She was not going to die today.
The others were fighting their way to the fence and she saw Rosita reach it first, throwing a blanket from the ground over the barbed wire that covered the top. "Up and over!" The woman called to them before stepping on a box and then crawling over the fence like an expert.
Who were these people?
Eugene was behind her and the others lined up to wait their turn. Tara went over third, Maggie stood in line in front of Sasha, Bob, and then Glenn and Daryl. The Korean man was waving Carl and Michonne into the line in front of him and Thea made for the line as well.
Rick was laying cover fire and shot down a walker that was getting too close to her, she only spared a moment to send him a thankful glance. All but Glenn, Daryl, and Abraham had made it over the fence and just as the first of the three was shimmying over it, the second turned back and grabbed her by the elbow roughly.
"C'mon!" Daryl yelled at her, as if the way he was pulling her wasn't indication enough. He shoved her towards the box the others had used to get over the fence.
Abraham offered her a hand to help her onto it surprisingly, and she took it before gripping the blanket covered fence-top and hoisting herself up. A hand gripped the back of her thigh and a glance back told her it belonged to the shaggy haired man. He pushed her up and over the fence quickly, clearly in a hurry to get them all over and safe, and she didn't have enough time to catch herself on the other side before the force of his hand had her tumbling over the top. Thankfully, Glenn and Bob were waiting just on the other side and grabbed her by the torso to pull her over.
The other three men followed after her moments later, and then they were safely outside of the hellhole that had become Terminus. And she could still hear the screaming and the gunfire behind her as she followed Rick and the others into the woods, but she didn't dare turn around to see the state Terminus was in; she didn't want to see the place ever again.
Rick and Daryl led them back to where they had buried the duffle bag prior to heading into hell and the former started to dig it up while the rest of them stood around waiting to see what their next move would be.
"The hell are we still around here for?" Abraham asked.
Rick spoke as he pulled the bag from the ground. "Guns, some supplies." He handed Thea her axe. "Go along the fences, use the rifles. Take out the rest of 'em."
"Wait, what?" Thea and Bob said at the same time, confusion crossing both of their faces.
"They don't get to live." Rick told them calmly.
"Rick, we got out. It's over." Glenn tried to reason with the sheriff, who was pulling his trusty Colt revolver from the bag now.
"It's not over till they're all dead."
Damn. Was all Thea could think as she found herself looking Daryl's way to see what he thought. He was watching Rick with an unreadable expression on his face and Thea wondered if he agreed with the man. Then she wondered why it mattered so much to her where Daryl stood on this.
"The hell it isn't. That place is on fire. Full of walkers." Rosita exclaimed from her spot beside Abraham.
The redheaded man agreed. "I'm not dicking around with this crap. We just made it out."
For once, Thea agreed with him. They couldn't just go back and kill them; that would be kicking them when they were down.
"The fences are down. They'll run or die." Maggie added.
Thea couldn't help but speak up as well, speaking in a gentle voice so as not to anger the sheriff. She didn't want him to think they were ganging up on him. "We can't spare the bullets, Rick."
Rick stared at her for a second as if he hadn't thought about that, and then he turned to face Daryl to gauge his reaction. As if what the others had said would only matter if Daryl agreed with them.
Before Daryl could respond, however, movement caught Thea's attention at the same time it caught the archer's. They both turned and found Carol standing not far away, a gun hanging off one arm and Daryl's crossbow on the other.
In a surprising move, the man Thea had come to assume was uncomfortable with all things intimate raced towards the gray-haired woman and engulfed her in a hard hug. The kind of hug that had Carol stumbling back just a bit as she returned it, arms wrapping tightly around him as he lifted her off the ground for a split second. She laughed in response, and the whole thing had Thea wondering just what the nature of Daryl and Carol's relationship was.
Curiosity crept into the back of her mind. And confusion.
Rick stepped forward then, waiting for Daryl to move back before stopping in front of the returning prison survivor. The others seemed happy to see her as well and Thea remembered that most of them didn't know about what she had done to Karen and David.
"Did you do that?" Rick asked her softly, referring to the explosion at Terminus that had given them their window. She nodded once and that was all it took for him to hug her as well.
Thea felt herself grow a tiny bit frustrated. Did he forget that he had banished her? Did he forget that Carol had murdered two of their own, including Thea's best friend? Did he forgive her?
"You have to come with me." Carol said suddenly, pulling away from Rick and looking at him with hopeful eyes.
She turned and handed Daryl his crossbow before she began to move away from them. Rick moved back to grab the duffel bag and then followed quickly, the others doing the same. Thea trailed behind them silently, her mind reeling with questions and feelings she wasn't sure about.
The short-haired woman led them to a dirt road and then at least a mile away from Terminus without a word, and no one asked where they were going either. It was like the faith in Carol was universal, to everyone but Thea.
But then they came over a hill and there was a small cabin up ahead, a car parked just out front. Seconds later a figure came through the front door, a large bulky man that Thea recognized immediately. Her heart pounded and she felt her eyes well up. Tyreese.
And he turned to face them and she could see he was holding something against his chest, no someone.
Rick dropped his bags where he was and raced forward, his son not far behind him and Sasha following as well. The sheriff pulled his baby daughter, who he thought had been killed at the prison, from Tyreese's arms and hugged her close. His face crumpled as tears flowed from his eyes, happy tears for once, and it had Thea's eyes welling up as well.
The happy sobs coming from Sasha as she hugged her brother didn't help much either, and soon Thea had tears running down her own face. After all the pain and the horror that had just happened, it was so great to get just a tiny bit of happiness back.
Rick was thanking Tyreese by the time Thea managed to pass the others and approach the small group of reunited family members. She didn't want to intrude at first, but Ty was family to her too. They were close because of Karen, but they were still close. And she was happy to see him alive.
Tyreese turned and gave her a smile, holding his arms open to her in anticipation for the hug she was about to give him. Thea wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a grin, and his arms went around her waist and they hugged for several long seconds as Thea let the tears slip down her face more.
God, she had missed him and she hadn't even realized it.
"I'm glad to see you made it." Ty told her as they separated.
She nodded and wiped at her face, feeling a little bit like she had over done it with the tears. "Me too. I was afraid we had lost you."
He chuckled. "It's gonna take a lot more than a tank to take me down."
"We need to go." Rick was saying suddenly as he eyed the smoke rising from the direction Terminus was in.
They had been resting for about fifteen minutes, everyone enjoying being reunited with two of their own and fawning over Judith. Thea had left Tyreese and Sasha to stand by Carl and greet the baby in his arms. The little girl looked surprisingly healthy for an infant of the apocalypse and Thea had just wanted to make sure she was okay. When she was sure that she was, she had allowed herself a few minutes to talk quietly to the baby.
"Yeah, but where?" Daryl asked the sheriff.
Where would they go? All of their hopes had been in Terminus; where could they go now that it was burning?
Rick didn't have a specific answer, but he answered anyway. "Somewhere far away from there." He said as if it were that simple.
Thea couldn't help but wonder where the surviving Terminites had scattered to and if they would be scattering in their direction. She didn't want to ever see Gareth's smug face again, didn't want to deal with those bastards if she could help it.
Glenn took up the lead, following the dirt path that trailed behind the cabin. Maggie followed close behind her husband, Tara behind her and Carl, carrying Judith, and Michonne side-by-side behind her. Daryl and Carol walked together, followed by quartet of Tyreese, Sasha, Bob, and Rick. The new group brought up the rear, and Thea trailed behind them all slowly and somberly.
It was like all hope had drained from her when Terminus had gone south. She had needed something good to come from that, and yet here they were having escaped with their lives and little else. She couldn't help but wonder just what had happened when the men had come and took four of their own. What had they taken them for exactly? And why had it left a haunted look in all of their eyes?
Up ahead, Rick stopped at a sign for Terminus and used a bit of torn cloth covered in mud to cover the words "FOR ALL. COMMUNITY FOR ALL. THOSE WHO ARRIVE SURVIVE.". He left "SANCTUARY" uncovered, instead writing "NO" above it in the mud. Thea couldn't help but snort at the image and the two of them stared at the sign as the others moved off the railroad tracks and into the woods.
No sanctuary, indeed.
Thea wasn't sure how long they had been walking but it was starting to get dark now and the smoke from Terminus was almost a speck on the horizon. Her feet were aching and the heat was causing her to sweat and it was rolling into the open graze wound on her arm. She really should stop and try to get it stitched up, but Rick had become a stern leader in their haste to get away from Terminus and she wasn't sure if she could ask for a break.
Whining up ahead from Judith seemed to snap the sheriff out of it though, and he decided that they should set up camp for the night as Carl made Judith a bottle with what little formula remained in the diaper bag.
Tara moved over to Rick and the man spoke quietly to her, though Thea could still hear. "You didn't want to be there. That's why I tried to talk to you." He said.
Be where? Thea wondered. Where had they even picked up Tara to begin with?
"Glenn told me you save his life." Rick added.
Tara shrugged. "He saved mine."
"That's how it works with us, right?"
"Right." Tara seemed almost stunned by the acceptance he had displayed and then as he moved to walk away she held a fist out to him. "Hey."
Rick stopped and stared at the offered fist for a long moment before chuckling and then bumping his own fist against hers. "Get something to eat. We'll start back at sunup."
That was cue enough for Thea to move off away from the group. She sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and pulled her first aid kit from her backpack, which was still speckled with dirt from when they buried it with Rick's duffel bag, and looked inside to see if she still has a needle and thread to stitch up the wound. Thankfully there was some there and she gets it through the eye of the needle quickly before slipping the plaid shirt off the one shoulder and removing the strip of fabric that had been covering the wound.
It didn't look gross per se, but it didn't look good either. She took a deep breath and then stuck the needle through one side and into the other, gritting her teeth together as she made steady work of it. Her hand was shaking by the time she finished, but it was better off closed than left open and so she took a few calming breaths and slipped her shirt back on to keep the stitches covered.
The next morning they head out at sunup just as Rick had said they would, and Thea was beginning to wonder if the little troop of survivors would be walking until they were dead.
Twigs snapped as a female walker in a tattered dress came towards the group from behind a tree and Michonne moved forward. "I got it." She said, raising her arm to grab her katana off her back. Only it wasn't there, it had been lost at Terminus along with Thea's hunting knife and the guns Rick and Carl had taken in.
Daryl had his crossbow back, though. Of course that would be what Carol saved.
Thea was not still resentful towards the woman and she was not lying about that either. Okay, so she was, but if anyone expected her to just get over Karen's murder they had another thing coming. She wasn't sure if she would ever be able to forgive Carol.
Michonne used the butt of her rifle to kill the walker and then they continued on their path as if there had been no disruption. Moments later a figure came from around another tree and everyone's weapons were immediately pointed at the ready.
Daryl held up both hands, one held a rope with several squirrels hanging off it, and gave Rick a wry look. "We surrender." He joked lightheartedly before his face sobered and he moved to speak in hushed tones with Rick for a moment.
The leader turned back to the group and whistled softly. "Keep close." He said in a loud whisper that had Thea wondering just what the two men had spoken about.
"Ready to get some concrete under your feet?" Abraham asked as they began walking again.
Rick nodded his head once. "I think it's time."
"Oh, that is sweet music to my ears, Officer. Take the next road we come to, try to get back to going north till we find a vehicle. Good?"
Thea was beginning to wonder if Abraham was more comfortable with being under a leader again. Maybe it reminded him of his military days, or maybe it was all an act and he was simply waiting for his moment to lead the group to Washington?
"Good." Rick agreed to the man's plan. He stopped and let them pass him, speaking with Tara, Glenn, and Maggie who were lagging behind. "Tighten it up." He told them.
Suddenly a scream echoed through the woods. Thea jumped, startled by the noise, and the others stopped dead in their tracks as they tried to figure out where the cries were coming from. To figure out if this was a trap or someone actually in need. Thea's heart pounded, the words echoing in her mind as her eyes searched the trees.
"HELP! HELP, ANYBODY! HELP!"
A/N: There was a lot of dialogue in this chapter, I know, but this episode had a lot of dialogue. I hope you guys enjoyed it, I know it kind of tapered off at the end there. Next chapter we will meet a certain morally corrupt Man of the Lord!
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