"Riley? Is that you?" Someone asked, and I turned to see Maggie, Sasha and a few other people I didn't know.
"Maggie?" I said, hoping it wasn't just the lack of light playing with my eyes.
"Oh my God, Riley!" Maggie said as she rushed forward. She enveloped me in her arms and hugged me tight.
"You know, as much as I love a good reunion, I also love having my hands free from ropes. Itchy ropes, Maggie." I said.
"Of course. Here, turn around." She said, and I scooted around so she could untie my hands. It didn't take too long, and then I was able to move my hands and rub my raw wrists again. She introduced me to the other people she was with, and then we waited. Waited for the people to come back and kill us, or something. Finally, on the third day after that, the doors slid open again, allowing the suns warmth and light to spill into the already sweltering train car. We watched as more people spilled in, and we realized that it wasn't the Terminus people, but our people.
We had armed ourselves with things that he Terminus people didn't take from us, like belts and boots. The such. I had my hair clip clutched tightly in my hand, and when the last person to enter came into the car, and I saw the tell-tale sheriff's hat resting upon his head, my clip slipped through my already sweaty fingertips. I had hoped, prayed even, that he was okay, and that I would find him. But I never thought it would happen. The doors slid shut once again, and I threw myself at him as the light was taken once again from us.
"Carl! Oh thank God, you're okay!" I said, holding him tightly in my arms. He stood shocked for a moment, before he hugged me back.
"Riley? Is- Is it really you?" He asked in awe as he held me at arms length.
"No. I am a clone that has taken the place of Riley Dixon. I have come to destroy you and all of your people." I said sarcastically, and he laughed.
"It really is you!" He said, hugging me again.
"No dip, Sheriff. I think I would know if it wasn't," He stopped hugging me and stepped back, allowing yet another person to come forward.
"Riley, I thought- we all thought you were..." Daryl said, breaking off and hugging me tightly. After we all got caught up, which really didn't take that long, I spoke up.
"So, now what do we do?"
"We find a way out. Wait for them to open the doors again if we have to." Daryl said, and nobody argued with him.
"They're messing with the wrong damn people, don't worry, they haven't seen the worst yet." Rick said. I nodded.
"Hell yeah!" I said in agreement, causing a few people to laugh and Daryl to remind me once again to watch my mouth.
"O come off it, Daryl. She's old enough now, and with what's happened, I think she is fine with a few bad words every now and then." Rick said, chuckling at my brother's constant reminders.
"Yeah!" I said again, pumping my fist into the air like I did before.
"Dad, how come I can't swear?" Carl whined.
"Hypocrite" Daryl said, and we all laughed.
"Shit, well, I guess if we get outta here you can swear a little..." Rick caved, rubbing the back of his neck. I smirked at Carl.
"We're grownups now, yes?" I whispered to him. He nodded, his eyes full of excitement.
"Hold up, if we get out of here?" Abraham, one of the new guys, asked, stepping forward some.
"We are strong, but as of right now, they have the advantage. We are unarmed, faced against snipers hidden in the rooftops. They have more people than we do, easier to keep us under control. We'll have to plan a strategy if we want to get out of here. And we better do it real quick, too." Rick said. I nodded along with a few other people to his little rant, but no one was really focused on that at the time. We were all too happy that we were all together again to realize that it would be cut short all too soon. Again. We planned and tried to make our own weapons for a few days. At least I think it was a few days, I lost track without the sun setting and rising.
We were in the middle of planning on how to pry the doors open when the top hatch of the boxcar came open, letting the bright sunlight to flood in. A single silver canister was dropped in, and I grabbed Carl, who happened to be sitting next to me, and pushed us to the back of the boxcar, trying to get as far away as I could from whatever was in there. It exploded into a cloud of funny smelling white gas, and I could see my eyes starting to fog up. The sliding doors were wrenched open, and a few armed men came in.
"Alright, were here for a couple of you first, and then we will take the rest later." One of the guys said as the gas lazily drifted out of the car. I pulled Carl up, and when the men reached forward for people he took a few small steps in front of me without realizing. It seemed to have caught they attention of the men, because after they grabbed Rick, Glenn, and a few other people, they turned towards us.
"Should we take one more, guys?" One of them asked, turning to the other three. They nodded and the guy closest to us walked forwards.
"We'll take the girl." The guy said reaching forward and taking hold of my arm. Daryl and Carl screamed at him not to, and Carl grabbed onto my arm and tried to pull me back. I turned and looked at Carl.
"Hey. Hey! Carl! Freaking out isn't going to do anything good for anybody! Now, calm down, and while we are gone come up with some bad ass plan to get us out!" I said, flicking him on the forehead before I was yanked out of the box car, and placed into the group they were taking somewhere. Daryl shifted through the small group to stand next to me.
"Don't worry. I'll think of somethin'" He said, looking at the guards.
"Daryl, don't pull nothin' stupid, you hear? You'll only get us into more trouble then we're already in!" I whispered back so they wouldn't hear us.
"Shut up!" One of the guards ordered, shoving me in the back with the butt of his gun. I glared back at him but kept moving forwards. They stopped us in front of a door, and shoved us through it once it opened. From there we were gagged and had our hands tied behind our backs before being placed into a line up in front of a washtub like thing. From left to right is was a few people from Abraham's group, whose names I have forgotten, me, Glenn, Rick, Abraham, and Daryl. The men grabbed baseballs and hit the people to the left of me one at a time, before slicing their necks open and shoving them face first into the basin. There was only three of them, and before i knew it they had finished with them, and I was next. I shuddered slightly, hoping it would be quick and painful. They sure were taking their sweet ass time, too. I saw one raise his bat above his head, from his shadow, and he was about to bring it crashing down, when other things started crashing down. For example: Hell came crashing down that day on all of us. And let me tell you somethin'. It wasn't pretty.