Following the railway, Amity spotted Terminus like Bandit had within moments of stepping onto the railroad ties once more.
Her eyes ghosted over the large letters painted across the building and she carefully stepped off the tracks and down onto a concrete expanse that stretched out from the huge building.
Approaching the self-proclaimed sanctuary, Amity spotted the gate along the chainlink fence and went to unhook the chain that was holding it together while Bandit watched her back.
The Marine was on edge, Amity could feel the tension he held as if it was a palpable thing.
Dark eyes roved over the space around them, not appreciating the quiet that the land seemed to hold, especially not with the amount of people he had been expecting a 'sanctuary for all' to hold.
The pair shut the gate behind them, Amity hooking the chain back around it even with the look that Bandit gave her.
"Being rude and leaving the door open isn't any way to start a meeting." She told him, ignoring the way he rolled his eyes and gripped his military rifle in his hands.
The pair followed the curve of the blatant path in the courtyard, Amity taking in the gardens while Bandit scanned the windows and roofs of the buildings around them.
They came across another fence and Amity felt as if they were being funneled along, and granted, the thought made sense.
They wouldn't want newcomers wandering about lost until someone happened upon them.
The second gate held a sign that instructed them to lower their weapons, that they had made it to the place they had been searching for.
Amity looked over to Bandit who shook his head at her, pushing the fence to make it swing back with the barrel of his gun and moving in ahead of her.
The woman had noticed how he stayed a half a step in front of her, his body slightly in front of hers as he continuously scanned the space with his eyes and weapon.
She could see his military training clear as day in the motions even if she hadn't already been told of his past.
It seemed there were some things that you never let go of, and she figured that in this new world, it was best that he didn't.
Coming around the corner, Amity noted Bandit hesitating a step before she spotted the large grill and the woman standing behind it.
She was leaned over the smoking grates, a look of concentration on her face before she apparently heard them or caught a glimpse of their movement and looked up.
At first, she seemed a bit surprised and her eyes widened a second before her smile did.
It was a smile that put Amity on edge, the woman unconsciously taking a step closer to Bandit, pressing up next to him as she made herself greet the woman head on and side-by-side with the man like he had originally said they would.
The woman crossed out from behind the grill, approaching them without hesitation and Amity noted the handgun on her hip before anything else.
"Hi, I'm Mary." She greeted. "Looks like you've been on the road a while."
Silence fell between them apart from the crackling of the fire within the grill and that was when Amity realized she was waiting for a response and Bandit and herself were staring like a couple of idiots.
"We have been." Amity confirmed, knowing that Bandit wasn't going to answer her.
"Let's get you settled and we'll make you a plate." Mary suggested. "Welcome to Terminus."
Again, a heavy silence fell between the trio and Amity found herself wracking her brain for what their next move was supposed to be. The woman was looking at her expectantly before finally nodding once.
"Now, I've got a few questions for you both, I'm sure you understand." She began, her tone friendly and placating in the way that Rick's often was when he was trying to talk Amity down out of one of her outbursts.
She hated that tone.
"But first I'm going to need to see all of your weapons." Mary finished.
Bandit tensed up even more so beside of Amity, something that she wouldn't have thought possible with how rigid the man already was.
Amity, however, didn't move.
She knew that it was a reasonable request. After all, they were the strangers in the situation.
"Just lay 'em down in front of you." Mary directed.
"My family is supposed to be here." Amity blurted out suddenly, finding herself with a bad case of word vomit and she ignored the sharp look that Bandit gave her for showing their hand.
She watched Mary closely, seeing the flash of confusion behind her eyes that quickly morphed into understanding and then her soft smile was back, her expression carefully in place.
It made Amity's stomach churn uncomfortably.
"You two are the first new people that we've gotten in here in over a week." Mary told them, but something about her tone didn't sit right with the redhead.
Amity didn't take her eyes off of her as she readjusted her grip on her handgun, now more reluctant to give it up.
"That's... not possible." She said quietly, Bandit leaning closer to her so that their arms brushed- his form of comfort in the high stress situation.
She had only known him for about two days at that point, but it felt like so much longer.
His presence at her side was a stable comfort that she was so thankful for.
"We know they were headed this way. Got close enough to be under a day's walk." Bandit said, his voice strong and controlled in a way that Amity envied.
Mary shifted her weight from one foot to the other, an action that neither Amity nor Bandit missed before she was moving back around the grill, only pausing when Bandit's aim was readjusted to follow her.
"I'm just making sure that they didn't come in through the back and were missed. It's a big place, lots of people." Mary said in an attempt to soothe the Marine as she picked up a walkie, but Amity didn't miss what could be a threat in her words.
Lots of people- more than her and Bandit could take on alone.
"Katie, I've got a couple of survivors that came in through the front looking for their friends. Apparently they were close. Could you send me Gareth?" Mary spoke into the walkie, getting a crackly reply in return but the woman beamed at them after it came through.
"Gareth usually deals with the ins and outs of everything around here. If anyone is bound to know about your friends, it's him." The woman explained.
Amity shared a glance with Bandit, trying not to fidget in the silence that followed Mary's explaination. She was so tense that her shoulders were beginning to ache as she stared down the suspicious woman.
Being trained to notice everything from a person's expression to word usage, Amity noted how the woman had referred to her people as her friends when Amity had called them her family. For all the other woman knew, she could have been looking for her children, for her parents, for her siblings- yet she changed the wording to friends.
The only thing that broke her dissecting gaze on the older woman was the sound of a nearby door opening and she glanced over to see a man around her age enter the concrete courtyard.
He greeted Mary with a smile, not being shy about his approach until Bandit trained the barrel of his gun on his chest when he went to move closer to them.
"Whoa there." The man said, smiling a bit awkwardly at the action. He glanced over at Amity with a look that seemed almost amused by Bandit. "I'm Gareth."
"Gareth." Amity echoed, the action seeming to please the man as his smile grew a bit.
"That's right- and this is Terminus. I came here looking for sanctuary the same as you." Gareth told them. "You are looking for sanctuary, aren't you?"
"I'm looking for my family." Amity said, her tone edging on biting.
The man's eyebrows rose towards his hairline as he considered her before exchanging a look with Mary.
"We haven't had any newcomers brought in for over a week." Gareth told her, repeating what Mary had told them as he took a few steps closer, only pausing when Bandit took a step forward as well. The Marine was obviously set on meeting the man head-on if he was going to come near them. Bandit took control of situations with the subtlety of a bull.
"We saw the signs... they said they were coming here." Amity tried again, feeling a sense of hopelessness wash over her.
She had thought they were so close.
She thought that she would see them again- Maggie, Glenn, Merle, Sasha, and even Bob.
Apparently picking up on her despair, Bandit seemed torn between keeping his gun trained on the people in front of them now that Amity's had wavered or trying to soothe her.
"They could have gotten turned around or held up somewhere." Gareth spoke up, pulling Amity's eyes to him. "We can get you two settled and then we can talk about organizing a couple of groups to look for them."
That was something that actually had Amity relaxing as she looked at the man.
She wanted to find her family so desperately that it had become a physical ache in her chest, worse than the sharp twinge in her thigh from where she had gotten cut or the throbbing pain in her bandaged wrists.
"But now, we really do need to see all of your weapons. If you would lay them out in front of you, it will only take a second." Gareth instructed.
Again Amity found herself looking to Bandit, their eyes meeting before she nodded once and the man pressed his lips together before laying down his M16.
Amity followed suit with her handgun, pulling the other from her waistband and setting it down too.
Bandit seemed to be pulling knives out of the seams of his pants by how many he had apparently been carrying on his body.
Amity added a couple of knives of her own to her guns before taking a step back.
Gareth went to Bandit, patting the man down as Mary did the same to Amity.
The redhead was surprised to feel the roughness behind the older woman's touch, but she kept her mouth shut until Gareth was finished with Bandit and had moved to her side.
"We're really glad that you found us." He told her, his tone genuine but his eyes empty as he leaned in closer.
Now that he was right in front of her, Amity found herself a bit unsettled once again and her eyes had barely flickered over to Bandit before the man was pressing Gareth away from her with a firm hand to the man's chest.
"Back up." The Marine directed lowly.
Gareth didn't seem put out though as his eyes moved back to Amity, the woman shifting a bit in place as his gaze swept over her, landing briefly on the bandages that encased her wrists from where she had tore them up trying to break free of the bonds the men in the garage had her in.
"The road is hard out there, you've both been through a lot. We get it. Just so you know, we aren't those kind of people, but we aren't stupid either. I know that you aren't stupid enough to try anything stupid as well. So as long as we're clear on that, we shouldn't have any problems." Gareth told them. "Just solutions."
He gestured them closer to the grill where Mary was piling up a plate with food after Bandit and Amity had recollected their weapons.
The redhead took the plate from the woman, taking a step back so that Bandit could do the same, and again, she found Gareth at her side.
"I still haven't gotten your name." The man pointed out and Amity's eyes widened a bit, knowing that her daddy would be berating her for her rudeness if he was there with her.
"Oh, sorry about that! I'm Amity!" She said, taking Gareth's proffered hand in her own and giving it a small shake, trying not to seem too uncomfortable when he squeezed it a bit.
"And that's Bandit." She added, pulling her hand from his to gesture to her companion who had come up behind her, looking at the other man over her head and offering only a nod in greeting.
"That your real name?" Gareth asked Bandit, apparently trying to joke with the man, but it fell short when his only response was a flat look.
"So, about my family." Amity began, not being able to drop the subject now that she was where they were supposed to be.
She saw an abrupt movement out of her peripherals and turned to see that Mary was now moving quickly away from them and towards another nearby building.
"We'll help you find them." Gareth told her, his smile never fading as he spoke.
"Okay, yeah, but-" Amity tried again but the man cut over her words.
"If they're nearby like you said, then we will find them in no time." He said.
"I hope so, but-" She tried once more.
"They're not here!" Gareth snapped suddenly, his smile twisting from his lips into a bit of a snarl and before she had time to react, Amity was being tugged back a step, her plate falling to the ground along with Bandit's as the Marine placed himself in front of her.
"You want to try that tone again?" Bandit asked, voice hard.
Amity ducked her friend's arm to get a good look at Gareth's face as she spoke once more, her hand already reaching for her gun in her waistband.
"Where. Are. They?" She growled, the tone of the conversation shifting as she picked up what it was that Mary and Gareth had been trying to hide. It seemed that Gareth wasn't the most stable of men though, and while she had showed her hand fairly early, the man had all but threw his at her just due to impatience.
"I wouldn't touch that gun if I were you." Gareth replied easily, an amused smile on his lips once more as he looked at the pair in front of him before glancing at the buildings around them.
Amity looked up as Bandit did, spotting the glare of light off of a couple of scopes as snipers on the roof settled into place.
Gareth was in his element now. Amity could read the pleasure he took in being in control of the situation as plain as day. He was the type that got off on that kind of thing, that much was obvious.
"I'd hate to see you hurt, Amity. It's unnecessary." Gareth continued.
"Son of a bitch." Bandit cursed under his breath, pressing closer to Amity but there was no way to get her out of the line of fire of all of them.
"Where are they?" Amity spat, nearly shaking with anger as she refrained from drawing her gun and simply blowing the guy's brains out to get to her family.
She couldn't risk Bandit like that, not after all he had done for her.
"I'll show you." Gareth told her and Amity looked at him with disbelief, causing him to laugh.
"I really will. Why not? There's nothing to lose now. You don't trust us." He reasoned before reaching towards Amity's waist, the motion causing Bandit to lunge at him.
"Ah, ah, ah." Gareth warned the man, pointing to one of the snipers. "I wouldn't move, Die Hard. Unless you want her pretty brains splattered all over the concrete?"
That had the man freezing even as Gareth continued his actions and tugged Amity's handguns free from her belt along with her knives. He moved onto Bandit then, pulling everything free from where he had watched the Marine stash them earlier after he took his gun.
"Alright, again, don't be stupid. It would be such a waste." Gareth told them both before offering his hand out towards Amity.
The woman eyed it with disbelief, looking like he had just offered her a walker leg instead.
"Do you want to see your family or not?" He asked, sneering the word she had used to refer to her group, but obviously enjoying the power he had over her actions.
Amity chewed the inside of her cheek, hating the feeling that the man had bubbling up inside of her.
It was that helplessness again.
There was nothing she could do but play along if she wanted to see her people.
With a noise of disgust, barely heard over the pissed off growl that was rumbling from Bandit, Amity slapped her hand into Gareth's.
"Take me to them now or I'll break every single one of your fingers." Amity snapped as Gareth threaded said fingers through her own with a smile that had anger welling up in her that much faster.
"As you wish, Amity." Gareth said, leading the way through the compound, making sure to stay outside and within the scope of at least two snipers.
Amity could barely believe the size of the place and as they walked and she mentally concreted the path they had taken into her mind so that they wouldn't get lost getting out.
She would find her people and they would leave no matter what.
Gareth chatted as they walked, acting as if he and her were on a pleasant stroll alone rather than him leading her to where he had her friends presumably trapped with a pissed of Marine following behind them and crosshairs trained on her head.
Rounding a corner, Amity spotted an area that looked like it was used for cleaning their hunts. After so long around Daryl, Amity recognized some of the tools hanging from the chainlink fence, but what had her pausing was the shapes of the bones piled next to a large tarp. Her eyes widened and bile rose in her throat as her steps faltered.
Those were the bones of a human, of multiple humans. Amity took enough anatomy and physiology courses in her time to know that for certain.
"Bandit." She said, her voice choked and it was only then that Gareth seemed to clue into the woman's distress.
He followed her eyes over to the gore while Bandit cursed up a storm behind them, the Marine having to resist his body screaming at him to just grab Amity and run the hell out of there as fast as they could without looking back.
They had walked into a slaughterhouse.
"Fish have to swim, people have to eat." Gareth said with a shrug of his shoulders, obviously unmoved by the sight next to them.
Amity had to swallow back a gag, her eyes watering with the effort as she realized that the meat on the grill when they first came in was not from an animal like she had assumed.
Why wouldn't she have assumed that?
"You're sick." She told Gareth, trying to rip her hand from the man's but he wouldn't let go.
"Says the one who almost ate one of her friends." Gareth replied and Amity felt her heart stop in her chest before red colored her vision.
Swinging with her non-dominate hand since it was the only one free of his hold, Amity struck out suddenly. The tension from not being able to fight back in the garage and when she found out that her family really was in Terminus finally snapping.
Her fist made contact with the side of the man's face, sending him reeling and she went to go after him but a spray of bullets hit the ground around her feet.
Bandit's hand wrapped around her bicep, pulling her back against his chest as Gareth straightened up with rage in his eyes, his nose bleeding from her hit.
"You psychotic son of a bitch! You killed them!" Amity screeched, struggling against Bandit who was trying desperately to keep the woman from getting herself shot in the head.
"Die Hard, start walking. Now." The man said, his tone carrying an edge that Amity supposed should have had her regretting her actions, but it didn't.
Her friends were gone. They were killed, cooked, and eaten after looking for a safe place to regroup.
She would kill every last person in the godforsaken place that was Terminus.
Bandit didn't move nor did he release his hold on Amity.
"NOW! Before I blow her pretty little head sky high!" The man yelled.
Heart pounding in her chest, Amity's breathing picked up when Bandit's grip loosened and he stepped away from her.
Wide blue eyes turned to him and he gave her a small nod, a reassurance that she hadn't realized she was seeking until she received it.
The majority of the guns followed Bandit as he moved down one of the alleyways between the buildings, but enough stayed trained on her to ensure his cooperation.
Amity was forced to follow a few steps after by Gareth who had reached out to touch her, but backed up with a bloody smile as Amity lashed out at him once more.
They rounded the corner and found themselves in an open area along one of the chainlink fences. She spotted the barrels of guns that were trained through the rungs, manned by people who didn't know they were going to be dead soon if she had anything to do with it.
Her hands trembled as she balled them up and pressed them roughly against her thighs.
"Go to train car A and climb the steps." Gareth ordered Bandit, but now that they had stopped together, his eyes never left Amity.
Bandit did as directed though Amity knew that following the orders of anyone was killing him.
"Open the door and go in."
"Not without-" Bandit began, his deep voice booming across the space but Gareth cut him off.
"You want to be the reason she dies?" He asked the Marine, voice even as he smiled at Amity.
The woman ignored the twisted man, choosing instead to look over at her friend who she gave a nod just like he had her, reassuring him that she would be okay.
She could see Bandit's jaw clench even from the distance she was at, but the man gripped the metal door and pulled it open with a harsh screeching noise. He spared one last look at Amity before he climbed inside and out of her view.
"Now what to do with you." Gareth sing-songed from in front of her, moving closer now without any hesitation though his nose was still openly bleeding from her punch.
"You said you were taking me to my family." Amity reminded him of his lie.
"That was before you hit me." Gareth shot back and the woman scoffed.
He was never taking her to her people. He killed her people.
"Oh boo fucking hoo." She snapped, her temper getting the best of her once more.
"Putting you in there with him would be such a waste." Gareth lamented, as if she had never spoken. His eyes roved over her, thoughtful instead of lustful.
"What did you do before this?" He asked her.
"I was a mechanic." She replied without missing a beat and that made the man pause.
"Liar." He stated after a moment.
"Let Bandit go." She told him.
"Answer my question." He countered.
Grinding her teeth, the redhead wrestled in her temper enough so that she could answer the man.
"I was a clinical neuropsychologist." Amity admitted.
"Now that sounds more like it." Gareth told her, making Amity wonder why that was.
"Bandit." She insisted and Gareth actually sighed.
"Fine, but I'll be seeing you soon, doctor." The man told her, drawing out the last word playfully and Amity went to hit him once more but another man grabbed her arm.
"Let me go!" She yelled, struggling against his hold as he pulled her away from Gareth.
The man wasn't nearly as big as Michael or Bandit and she landed a good hit to his gut before a spray of bullets against the concrete had her stopping her struggle.
"Fuck you!" She yelled up towards the roof of the building, knowing the sniper would hear her as Gareth chuckled nearby.
Bullets sprayed against the stairs leading up to the train car as well and Amity knew that Bandit must have attempted to come out upon hearing her struggle.
"Let go of me, jack dick!" Amity continued to screech, literally clawing at the man holding onto her even as he walked her towards the car where Bandit had been directed into moments earlier.
"I'll knock your teeth in! I swear I will-" Her words were cut off abruptly as she was gracelessly tossed onto the floor of the train car, the door being slid shut behind her.
In a second flat, Amity was springing back onto her feet and throwing herself at the metal door, fists banging against it until a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back from the door.
"You're going to hurt yourself." Bandit's voice rumbled in her ear as he pressed her back against his chest, stopping her from lashing out anymore.
She stilled at his words, still breathing hard as she took a moment before pulling away from him and turning to find his eyes.
"You okay?" She asked and he snorted in return.
"Are you okay?" He echoed and she nodded, but the man reached out for her hand all the same, pulling it up so that he could look at her knuckles after walloping Gareth in the face.
She was just about to tell him that she was fine when movement from the far end of the railcar caught her attention and immediately she stiffened, Bandit looking to her then to the back end before smiling softly.
"Relax, Bambi." He told her, but the woman didn't do so until a familiar woman stepped forward, her green eyes glinting with unshed tears.
Amity felt her breath rush out of her, her hands trembling slightly as she looked at her best friend.
She was alive, and she was right in front of her.
She was... alive?
"Amity?" Maggie asked, her voice timid even though a wide smile was on her face.
"Maggie!" Amity threw herself at the younger woman in a sudden burst of emotion, wrapping her arms tightly around her and forcing herself not to start blubbering like a baby.
"I missed you so much. I knew I'd find you guys. I was alone, but I kept looking, and Bandit found me then we found your signs and-" Amity's words came tumbling out of her in a big rush and she felt Maggie shaking as the woman laughed.
They pulled back from one another, Glenn gathering her up in a big hug next as Maggie shook her head at them both.
"Slow dow, Am." She suggested, but Amity's head was spinning.
She could barely believe it. She had found them.
"He said you were dead." Amity told them, watching sadness and confusion flash over the faces of her friends until Glenn shook his head.
"Everyone who we came here with is fine." He reassured her, lifting a weight out of Amity's chest.
"Gonna make yourself pass the hell out. S'been only a minute and I'm already sick of yer damn blubberin'." A familiar gruff voice drawled out, the tone and accent being so close to the one that she so desperately wanted to hear that she felt her chest twinge painfully before she was turning and finding Merle in the dim light of the train car.
"Missed you too, Dixon." Amity told him, smiling brightly over at him until further movement behind Sasha and Bob, who were a step behind Maggie and Glenn, had her tensing.
"It's okay, Am. They're friends. We met them out there too." Maggie said, quickly working to calm her friend as she reached out to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"We've got a lot of catching up to do." Glenn told her, looking between his new friends and the mountain of a man that hovered behind Amity.
The morning greeted Daryl with a sore back from sleeping on the hard concrete ground of the car garage. He sat up at the sound of everyone else moving around him, casting observant eyes on the figures of the rest of the group he was with before pushing himself to his feet.
After gathering up everything, the group was on the move once more and Daryl stepped out through the metal door behind the rest of the guys, only hesitating when he took notice of Len's body abandoned by the stairs.
The sight of the mistreated corpse had the hunter hesitating, considering the body for a moment before snatching up a nearby abandoned sheet and moving to cover the dead guy.
Something made him pause though, had his hands hesitating in their actions until he eventually tossed the sheet back from where he got it.
He didn't owe the guy shit for shit.
He didn't owe anyone nothin' anymore.
The only people he gave a shit about were gone and it had made him soft.
He couldn't deal with the pain of caring again, so he chose not to.
Daryl followed the rest of the group along through the woods, watching their backs with a bit of detached ease that came with not truly caring about those you rolled with.
It had been something that Daryl had struggled with when he first joined the group in the quarry, but that had been different.
They had been good people- better than the shit head pair that him and his brother had made at the time and yet they were still kept around, even if it was on the edges.
Joe, who had been walking along beside of him, broke up Daryl's trip down memory lane by offering out a flask his way.
"White Lightnin'. Easiest thing to make with the least amount of supplies." The leader explained.
"I'd start slow if I was you." He continued once Daryl took it from him, throwing back a large swig without heeding the man's warning. "Your stomach's probably emptier than you think."
The hunter made a noise of appreciation at the burn that followed the liquor down his throat before he handed the flask back to Joe.
"I ain't been lit at dawn since before everything fell apart." Daryl said.
"Fell apart." Joe echoed. "I never looked at it like that. Seems to me like things are finally starting to fall together."
"At least for guys like us." Joe clarified. "Livin' like this, survivin'. We've been doing this from the start, right?"
Finally crossing the field, Daryl noted that they had made their way back onto the railroad tracks, but this time the sign that was next to them caught his attention.
"Getting closer." One of the other men said as Daryl eyed the map and writing above it.
Sanctuary for all?
There wasn't any sanctuary anymore.
Just a less shit place to lay your head down for a night.
He couldn't shake the way the weirdly familiar words echoed in his head though.
"You seen this before?" Daryl asked Joe.
"Oh, yeah." The leader answered. "I'll tell you what it is. It's a lie. Ain't no sanctuary for all. Ain't gonna welcome guys like you and me with open arms."
Joe continued on then and Daryl found himself hesitating for only a moment before following as well.
He walked in silence, turning the words written on the sign over in his head time and time again until they finally clicked.
He remembered the roar of the engine of Zach's car, the feeling of Amity's hand in his before he pulled it away to mess with the radio since he knew the woman couldn't take the silence pressing in on her. They had all looked on in shock when a voice cut through static on the radio, and it was only then that Daryl remembered what it had said.
Find sanctuary.
"So is that where we're headed?" Daryl asked Joe who was walking at his side once again.
"So now you're asking?" Joe countered, turning his eyes on the hunter.
"That's right." Daryl replied, not feeding into his game.
"We were in a house minding our own business and this walking piece of fecal matter was hiding in the home." Joe explained. "Strangled our colleague Lou and left him to turn. Lou came at all of us. He lit out. We tracked him to these tracks, one of those signs, and thus we've got a destination in mind."
"You see his face?" Daryl wondered.
"Only Tony." Joe said. "That's enough for a reckoning."
Daryl wasn't sure how well the idea of assisting in the tracking down of a person who had done him no wrong sat with him, but he figured he would just go back to biding his time and once they gained on the person, he'd dip out like he had originally planned.
The hunter watched as one of the Claimers ahead of him paused, his eyes on something off to the side of the tracks and upon laying his own eyes on it, Daryl surprised even himself by calling out, "Claimed."
It was too late to go back on what he said and the hunter wasn't sure that he wanted to as he kneeled down to pull up the small strawberry plant with a single red fruit hanging amongst its withering leaves.
Claiming was still stupid, still just a damn word, but it was something.
It was a type of code and he reckoned he could understand that.
Well, it seems like our redheaded ball of fire and Marine found more than they were looking for in Terminus, but simultaneously not enough. Where's Michael? Where's Daryl? But thank God we at least found Merle.
Tbh, Maggie and Amity's friendship makes me emotional so writing their reunion had me all choked up.
Thanks for reading another chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it!
Also, thanks for the reviews and PMs about the idea of a Daryl/Amity (Damity? honestly that sounds about right for them lmao) AU! I've already started on the first chapter for that so expect to see it up soon! I will let you all know when it is :)
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