I beat the door until my hands burned. I screamed at the Terminus residents until my throat was raw. I tried to use the bed to climb out of the window, but the bed didn't reach that high. I managed to bang my fist against the window, but I couldn't even see if anyone could see me in trouble.

What was happening to Sam? He had eaten some of that...meat. Gareth must've told him by now what it was. Sam would've thrown it up right away; did that mean he was in storage now? Stored away to be eaten later? Gareth had said he'd bring me dinner later, what if the dinner ended up being Sam?

I felt sick again, and I had to sit down on the bed to try and regain my thoughts. Hopefully Sam was still alive right now. How long would they keep him alive? There were so many questions bouncing around in my head and my stomach was still empty. I pressed a hand on the bump on my belly, wondering how long I had left with this baby. I'd be trapped in this room for another eight months...

Several hours later, my door opened again. I immediately tried to get up and push my way out, but the barrel of a gun was pointed directly in my face. Gareth, holding the gun, backed me up farther into the room. Mary came in behind him with a plate of food. I looked at it from around Gareth. The plate had a decent portion of what looked like pulled pork (my stomach gave another jerk), broccoli and carrots, and rice.

Mary set the plate on my bed and didn't give me a second look before leaving. Gareth snorted in amusement at me before backing out after her. He closed the door and locked it again. I glared at the door and then turned back to the food sitting on my bed. She had left a plastic fork with it.

I picked up the fork and started eating the vegetables. The broccoli and carrots had been grilled and tossed with some kind of seasoning, and it was the best thing I had tasted in a very long time. I smiled to myself as I chewed the vegetables and ate them as slowly as possible. But even though I took my time with them, I still finished the vegetables faster than I wanted. The rice wasn't as seasoned as the vegetables had been, but I still ate that faster than the vegetables. By the time I finished the rice and vegetables, I was kind of full. There was still room for more, but there was no way I was going to eat the people-pork. I sat the plate down right beside the locked door.

Will they come back for that plate? I had no clue. My question was answered in another hour when the door opened again and Mary reached hand in, took the plate, and left again. I tried to wrench the door open again, but once again someone pointed a gun at my head.

The sky outside my window turned pink, then orange, then purple, then black. There weren't any lights in my room, so the room got darker until I could barely see anything. There was a light shining in from underneath the door. I glared at it until finally, it turned off. I blinked in the darkness, the bright image of the light burning against my eyelids.

I laid down in the bed, facing the window so that I could stare out of it. I wanted to know where my family was. Where Sam was. What was going to happen to them if they ended up coming here too?

The thought of any of the prison group coming here and ending up food for these people, made me want to throw up and cry and bust out of here. I had to get out of here.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, sunlight was coming in through the window and there was a bowl of what looked like oatmeal on the floor by he door. I picked it up and ate it, knowing full well that it'd be stupid to pass up these free meals. I had the baby to think about, and I didn't want it to die inside of me due to hunger, if that was even possible.

After a few hours of passing nonstop in my room, Mary opened the door while pointing a pistol at my head. "Good morning, Terry. How did you sleep?"

"Screw you,"

"But don't you want to leave this room for a little while?"

"What?"

Mary jerked her head to over her shoulder and to the hallway. "I'm here to take you for a walk. Stretch your legs for an hour. Get some sunlight on your skin."

I blinked at her. "Are you gonna keep a gun to my head the whole time?"

"Yes." Mary replied shortly. "Now are you coming?"

I huffed out a breath and nodded, following Mary into the hallway. A man was out there waiting, and he quickly pinned me against the wall and tied my hands behind my back. I gave Mary a heated glare. She just smiled that sick smile and shrugged. "Just a precaution."

"I'm sure," I said darkly. When my hands were bound tightly behind my back, the man turned tail and walked off. Mary gave me a sharp prod with the barrel of her pistol and we started walking down the hallway. I kept my eyes peeled, trying to memorize locations so that I'd be able to figure my way out of here. Mary and I turned down another hallway and exited a door that led to a back courtyard.

This courtyard was very big and partially empty. The only exception was the large railroad shipping containers. I looked at a dark red one farther to the right and then back to Mary. "Please tell me those are empty."

Mary snorted. "Don't be naive, Terry. Come along, we shouldn't dawdle." I stared at the dark red container for a brief moment more before turning around and following Mary. As we passed a blue shipping container, I hesitated as much as I could to see if I could hear anyone in there. I might have been imaging it, but I thought I heard someone crying.

Mary and I were passing by the courtyard when I heard a very, very familiar voice. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to the left to see...holy shit.

Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Daryl were standing there, looking around with cautious looks on their faces. Mary grabbed my arm and started to pull me away. I shouted out, "Daryl!"

Daryl reacted the way I knew he would. His head jerked up in the direction of my voice and our eyes locked for a brief moment. "Terry!" He shouted right as Mary dragged me out of sight. "Daryl!" I shouted out right as the sound of gunfire sprang to life.