Okay, I just watched the promo vid, and I am so excited. I'm worried though. When Daryl's running, it could've been at Beth. He's probably blaming himself for her going missing. Maggie was moving too, and Rick knew she was missing, and Carl had a crush on her. It would make sense they were going to see her. BUT Glenn wasn't moving, and being his sister-in-law and from the group, he would want to see Beth. And being a sister, if I saw my lost little sis, my ass would be running FASTER than Daryl's. If it in fact Carol, it also makes sense, because everyone who knew what she did moved. Daryl ran, Rick was about to run, Carl too, and they would be running to Judy. They were probably in shock, so they were a little delayed maybe. Maggie might be concerned about her returning to the group after killing Karen and David. And Sasha is either shifting her weight or she's about to walk over to Ty and hug him. I REALLY hope that it's Carol. I hope they find Beth too, but later.

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"Lemme go!" Beth struggled against him, but he was stronger than he looked, and he slammed her into the car, knocking the wind out of her. He pinned her, one arm pushing into her collarbone and the other over her knife so she couldn't reach it, and his entire body was flush against hers, and she couldn't move, just wriggle. "You sick bastard! Lemme go!"

"Do us a favor and shut the hell up," he growled.

"You knew about this?" She tried to struggle, but he was holding her tight.

"Yes."

"How could you not tell us we were eatin' people?" she demanded. "You watched those girls devour meal after meal, and you told nobody? The hell's wrong with you?"

"Dear sweet little Bethy." His eyes were cold, but there was sarcasm in his voice.

"Don't call me that." She dug her nails into his flesh, drawing blood, but he didn't let up, just barely winced. She began to push against him, trying to get free.

"Okay. You wanna be difficult?" He released her and slapped her so hard across the face, she fell to the ground unconscious. He ran his fingertips over the scratches and shook his head. He folded her arms over her chest and scooped her up, carrying her to the room nearby that only he and Gareth used. He tied her to the bed securely and wiped the blood off his arm. Little bitch.

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He looked her over, her helplessly, small, unmoving body against the off-white sheets, her mess of blond hair spilling onto her small, heart-shaped face and her pink lips. She was a pretty thing, and he knew what he should do. But how could he without making her scream like a goddamn banshee? He liked a challenge.

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Michonne informed Rick of what she saw, Rick had seen his own horrors while out with Gareth, and they gathered their belongings quickly. The girls were at a table, drinking water and eating boiled yams while the meat finished cooking, and they saw the rush, and so did Mary and Gareth. Gareth let them be for the moment. He had someone to check up on.

"Carl," Rick shouldered a bag, "get your sister and Mika. We're leaving."

"Why?" Carl eyed him. "It's almost time for—"

"Go!"

Carl saw that look in his father's eyes, and his worries were confirmed. He went to the courtyard and took Judy, pulling Mika to the side as well. He told her to get Carol and Daryl and get ready to leave. She was confused, though.

"Why? Where are we going?" She searched his eyes.

"I don't know, but trust me."

She nodded. "I'll get Bail—"

"No. No, Bailey."

"But she's my friend," Mika argued. She wasn't going to leave her behind. She wasn't going to leave anyone behind. How could Carl suggest that? And why were they leaving? Was it dangerous? She didn't think so, but Carl was probably listen to Rick's orders, and she didn't want to cause problems. She nodded slowly. She would let Bailey stay. After all, Remy was here, and she didn't want to make Bailey go somewhere she didn't want to go.

Mika headed toward her room to tell Carol and Daryl, but Mary stepped into her path. Mika stepped back and looked up at her. "Hi."

"Hey." She smiled sweetly. "Could you give me a hand?"

"W—with what?"

"Mika!" Carl shouted, seeing the gun by Mary's side. "Run!"

Mika backed up, Mary tried to grab her, but she took off running, and her hair was too short to grasp. Mary shot at Carl instead, and Rick and Michonne ran out of their rooms, seeing Carl ducking behind the building, and Rick saw Mary shooting toward him. Rick walked over to her and shot her in the head pointblank.

"Carl, get your sister." Rick took her gun. "Michonne, stay with them." Rick rounded up Bob, Sasha, Tara, Glenn and Maggie, and they all went to the yard, trying to open the gates that were now locked while Rick went to Daryl's room to get him. "Daryl!"

A bullet landed in front of Rick's boot, and he looked up and over, seeing a sniper on the roof. He ducked by the building, the sniper shot again, grazing his leg, and Rick groaned. He needed to get Daryl out of that room without getting his head blown off. He needed to get to Beth, but he had no idea where she was. If she wasn't with Maggie, Rick feared they might've taken her. He'd seen the way Gareth and Remy watched her. He would kill them if that was the case.

Rick felt his old self taking over, and he was willing to do anything it took it get them out of there alive. He wasn't losing any more people to assholes who only take and destroy. He would kill them all before he let that happen. He wouldn't even to feel remorse for them. They weren't worth it.

A loud exposition sounded, rocking the ground, and Rick saw flames in one of the back buildings. It got the sniper's attention, and Rick kicked in the door where Daryl and Carol were. Carol was unconscious, so Daryl carried her out of the room. Rick told him where to go, and he hurried to join the others while Rick went to find Beth. He wasn't leaving anyone behind.

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Mika was on the ground, covering her eyes from the loud explosion that knocked her over, and Bailey ran over to her and helped her to her feet, trying to talk to her, but all Mika could make was a loud screeching sound. She had no idea what Bailey was saying.

Bailey saw the confusion in Mika's eyes and only then did she see the blood running out of her ears. She took her hand and led her toward the back gate, the gate Remy told her to use in case of an emergency. She saw the rest of Mika's group at the front gate, trying to get out, and she saw Carol. She didn't want to leave them there, but Remy told her if this happened, to get herself and Mika out of there. She didn't want anyone to die.

"This way!" Bailey shouted. "Hey! This way!"

A shower of bullets overpowered Bailey's voice, Bailey groaned and pushed Mika down so they didn't get hit by the bullets, and the group took cover. Daryl set Carol down and helped Glenn and Abraham shoot back at the men on the roofs. They were just keeping them at bay when the people got involved, all with guns and all ready to kill.

They had no choice, but to split up. They divided themselves up into groups and made meeting place. Michonne and Carl, who carried Judith ran towards the back of the Terminus to get Rick; Glenn, Maggie and Tara covered Michonne and Carl; Bob and Sasha in the opposite direction to get their attention; Daryl and Abraham took out four men, and Carol was beginning to wake up.

"There's a truck 'round back," Daryl told Ab. "Get that truck and take Eugene and Carol outta here. Just drive through the gate."

"And you?" He shot one of the men coming at them.

"I'll be along." He reloaded his gun, adjusting his crossbow. "Take care of her."

Ab nodded.

"Go!" Daryl ran out from his cover, shooting the people that shot at him, and he took cover behind a junk, hearing the bullets pinging off the metal. He grasped one of the grenades he'd taken from them, and he peeked out through one of the holes. There were ten men and two women. Daryl had an escape route then threw the grenade and used it. He followed the same path as Michonne and Carl.

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Gareth stormed back into the room where Remy and Beth were, their home in flames as Rick's group shot at their people and destroyed their protection. He raised his gun to execute her, and Remy shoved him out of the way, getting backhanded by the butt of the gun.

"I'm going to fucking kill this bitch." He kicked Remy to the ground. "Then you and that worthless little girl, Bailey."

Remy looked up at his brother and didn't know who he was looking at. Gareth had gradually changed since the world ended, and Remy thought he could just pretend these changes weren't happening, that he still had the same brother. He thought once they had enough of whatever they needed, Gareth would be the same easygoing, funny and annoying brother he used to be. He thought Gareth could control the switch that took him from ruthless killer to just Gareth. He always had this idea that they would leave Terminus and find somewhere else. He was wrong. Gareth had become twisted and dark, and it was evident now more than ever. He let power consume him, and this was who was left. Remy had no brother, but he did have a choice. It was the same choice he'd been struggling with ever since they arrived.

"You said you wanted to change," Remy said softly.

Gareth looked at him with wild eyes, the gun pointed at Beth's forehead.

"You said we were going to make a difference. We would make a safe haven for people." Remy slowly stood up. "Not this."

"Tsk. "This" is what the world is now, brother."

"Yes, I suppose it's come to this." Remy dropped his head, and Gareth took aim, and the minute he squeezed the trigger, Remy kicked him as hard as he could in the ribs. The bullet jut barely missed Beth's cheek. He grabbed the gun when it fell and punched Gareth in the face. He couldn't kill him. That his brother, and he couldn't kill him.

Remy felt the ground shake as another explosion went off, and he knew it would be only minutes before walkers were at the gates. He untied Beth, seeing the raw, bloody marks the rope left as she struggled against Gareth. Remy shook her awake, trying to snap her out of the unconscious Gareth beat her in to.

She screamed at the sight of him and struggled to get away.

"Beth!" He gave her one hard shake. "We need to leave. We're under attack. Put these on." He handed her clean jeans and two shirts. "Hurry up."

"What did you do to me?" She looked over the welts on her arms, feeling dried blood on her mouth. Her entire body ached, and she was completely naked underneath the white gown she wore.

"Dress!" He wasn't sure how long Gareth would be knocked, but he could hear the gunshots getting closer and closer to their location. He had to get to the back gate. He had to find Bailey by the oak tree. "C'mon, faster!"

She buttoned up the pants, sliding her feet into her boots, and she yanked the tops over the gown, not wanting him to see her topless. She stood up, but instantly got dizzy. "I'm gonna be sick."

"Swallow it." He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the room, dodging bullets. They were shooting at him! Gareth gave them permission to shoot him on sight. Remy didn't feet bad about shooting back at them. "Beth, run. I have to clear a path for us."

"Us? No, I need to find my sister." She didn't know what was going on. Her vision was a little cloudy, her heart was pounding in her chest too quickly, and her body wanted her to just collapse right there. Everything was messed up, and she felt like puking on him. She needed Maggie. She wouldn't go anywhere unless it was with Maggie. She wasn't going to lose them again. She had to find them. "Maggie!" Beth shouted.

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" He covered her mouth. "You're going to get us killed."

"Get off me! Maggie!"

"Find, go find Maggie. I'm done protecting you." He released her, she ran towards the front gate, but he saw her fall after a gun sounded. He closed his eyes tightly then opened them and shot the man on the roof. He saw Bailey and Mika, and he smiled. She's alive. "Bailey!" He tried to get her attention, but she was too scared, too lose in the smoke of the burning buildings, and he knew he had to get to her. He hoped he could get through.

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Daryl had gotten shot in his side, but he was fine. He'd caught up to Rick, who had gotten hit a few times by someone's fists, and Michonne and Carl and Ass Kicker were with him. He told Daryl about Beth and how she didn't make it. Daryl focused now on getting them out of this shit hole. They would have to climb the gate. That was the only way.

"Carl, you go first." Rick helped him up and over the fence then Michonne, who had Judith tucked carefully in her arms. "Go," Rick told them. "We needa make sure the others got out."

"No, Dad, we can't separate."

"I'll find you. Go back to that house. I will meet you there."

"Rick." Michonne was shaking her head.

Rick removed his bag and tossed it over to them. "If I ain't there in a day, I want you both to go."

"Dad." Carl gripped the chain-link fence. "Don't do this."

Rick set his hand over Carl's. "I love you. Now go!" He stepped back, and he fell into position with Daryl.

Michonne set her hand on Carl's shoulder, pulling him away until Carl turned and walked away on his own. They hurried to disappear into the woods, Michonne made sure Judith was as comfortable and safe as possible, and Carl kept his eyes open for any escaping Termites. He wasn't in the mood to take it. He was going to kill whoever came near him or his sister.

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Maggie and Glenn were pinned down, Tara had an opening, and she could easily run and leave them, but she wasn't going to. She couldn't be that person anymore. She had to fight. She may have gotten Glenn back to Maggie, but she made a promise to make sure they were safe. She wasn't leaving them, not now.

"Glenn." Tara made a lighter motion.

He searched his pockets and found the lighter, tossing it to her while Maggie took out as many men as possible while trying to conserve ammo. Tara grabbed the bottle of alcohol from beside, ripped her shirt and stuffed the cloth into the bottle. She lit it on fire, making her first very Molotov cocktail. She chucked it in the direction of the gunfire, a loud screaming came after it exploded, and Maggie and Glenn ran over to her.

"Which way do we go?" Maggie looked around.

"Hey, look!" Glenn saw a truck moving through the smoke, and he smiled when he saw it was Abraham. "Let's go!"

They ran over to the truck, Glenn, Maggie and Tara climbed into the back, and they held on as he busted through the front gate. They saw the flames of the "home" they were left, having seen this scene so many times before, and it probably wouldn't be the last time. They'd just gotten rid of one enemy only to make more.

Maggie sat down and pushed her hair back from her face, taking a deep breathe. She wondered who all made it out alive. She saw Michonne and Carl before the smoke covered them, so they were fine most likely. Daryl and Rick were survivors, and Bob and Sasha too. They would make it. She hadn't seen Beth all morning, so for all she knew Beth was the breakfast they were cooking up. She tried not to cry at that thought, but Beth was an easy target. And when they were out there fighting, part of her went numb. She had a feeling Beth was dead.

Tara pulled her legs into her chest, trying to calm herself. She would never get used to the sight of someone's home going down in flames. She knew they had to do that. She knew they had to protect themselves, but compared to all of them, she was sheltered. She was up in an apartment since the start of this, and all of this was new and horrifying to her. Her sister was eaten alive, her niece was dead, and two homes had fallen since she left that shitty little apartment. She wasn't ready for this, but she never thought she would have to be.

Glenn asked Abe where they were going, taking the backpack off and setting it on the ground. He'd gotten a lot of goods while on the run, so they would be set for a little while.

"To get a better car," he called back. "This one's a piece of shit."

Eugene was in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the mess left behind of Terminus. He was doing the calculations in his head, and he feared they wouldn't make it long before they had men on their trail.

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"Ty!" Sasha shouted. "Get down!"

They were surrounded, Sasha wasn't sure if they'd get out of this mess alive, but she wasn't going down without a fight. They needed a distraction, but she didn't want to offer up her brother or Bob. Ty would come after her if she tried anything, so she needed a plan. They couldn't climb over the fence with getting shot Training Day style, and from what she could see, they had people outside the fence as well. There only chance was to stay down, move fast and get to an exit.

Sasha looked over the corner, but the minute she did, they fired. She jerked back, and Bob saw they'd grazed her cheek. He knew they all weren't getting out of this alive. They had to do something, and if any of them had to be bait, it would be him. He handed Sasha his extra clips then ran toward the net building to take cover, leaving bullets in his wake.

Sasha yelled at him, but he ignored her. She wouldn't let him do this, but it was too late. He ran again, further away, and Tyreese came and grabbed her. They bolted across the yard. The front gate had been busted open, and they didn't stop once they were through. They went into the woods, and only when they were out of breath and could no longer see Terminus or hear the gunfire did they stop.

Once they had their breath, they started walking back. Back the way they came, back toward the road. That always seemed to be the case. They'd find somewhere only to go back. Sasha knew that place wasn't good, but she never expected cannibals. She knew the world probably had some, but she just never thought she'd encounter them. She didn't think to long that. She'd eaten someone too. She would deal with that later. They needed shelter right now. There were walkers coming for Terminus, just like at the prison and Woodbury. She remembered the building where she and Maggie took out all of those walkers. It would be a good place to rest for the night.

"Do you think—?" Tyreese began.

"Don't," Sasha interrupted him. "We can't think about that. We need to focus on our goal."

He nodded. "Lead the way."

She smirked for his sake. "Don't I always?"

He smiled only a little, but it was enough. They had each other, and they would make it. They would find the others or they would not, but Ty was all right as long as he had her, and Sasha was all right as long as she had him. She would never admit it, but Bob was right. Not having someone...was the worse than anything.

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Rick and Daryl had found an exit, but it was an entrance for every walker in hearing range. Daryl and Rick stayed by dead bodies as walkers stumbled in. They just had to get by them, and they could go meet Michonne and Carl. After they rested, they would join the others. Hopefully their location was safe.

Daryl saw a few Termites roaming the ground, taking out walkers, trying to find any survivors from both their group and the prison's group. He wanted to finish them off. He was tried of one man destroying everything. The next time they relocated, he would make sure no one and nothing took that away from them. He wasn't going to watch another home burn, whether or not it was their.

"We gotta go now," Rick whispered. "We can still catch up before night fall."

They silently crept toward the open gate near the back, Daryl happened to glance over and see someone's figure stumbling about, and he frowned. He wondered who it was, and then he just knew. It was Carol. She must've woken up and left to find the girls or lay down. She was heading straight for walkers!

Daryl lunged, but Rick grabbed him and jerked him back. "What're you doin'?" Daryl growled.

"We need to go," Rick told him.

"I ain't leavin' without her."

"She can protect herself."

"They're surroundin' her!" Daryl hissed. "You'd best let me go!"

"I'm sorry, but we need to go. She's lost, Daryl."

The walkers swarmed her, Daryl watched hopelessly as Rick hauled him out of there, and Daryl felt an emptiness inside of him. He shoved Rick off and tried to calm down, but he wanted to attack Rick, make him bleed. He repressed the urges, trying to see how Rick was right, but all he could see was T-dog's eaten remains, and Ed's and all of the countless others. He saw Carol's face from that night. Her beautiful gray-blue eyes, the way she smiled at him, the way she kissed him... He could hear her words in his mind.

I love you. All she ever said was I l—

He would never hear her say that in person. He wondered if he'd taken her her offer on the bus seriously, if it had worked out, would she still be alive? Would Lizzie? How different would it all have been? If he had just gotten to her sooner that night when the walkers overpowered him. She wouldn't been kidnapped, her memories would've have gotten jumbled, and she wouldn't needed to be sedated, so she would've have been unconscious. If he had just been faster or more prepared...

I don't care. Well, I do.

I can't lose you too.

What do you want?

A man of honor.

I hadn't had the chance to say: I'm glad you came back. To what? All This? This is our home. It's a tomb. That's what T-dog called it. I thought he was right till you found me.

Just so you know, I liked you first.

You're gonna have to learn to live with the love.

Sorry, Pookie.

You okay?

Mmm-hmm. Gotta be.

I l—

He tasted blood as he chewed on his bottom lip to keep the emotions from overwhelming, and he kept walking.

Nine lives, remember?