I couldn't sleep, knowing that Daryl the some of the others were here too. No doubt they were in one of those railroad shipping containers, waiting like animals for the slaughter. I had fought Mary and another man as hard as I could after I had seen my friends, but one of them had hit me hard on the back of my head and I hadn't known anything else.

The sun rose again in my room and the door cracked open again to slide breakfast in. I shot my hand out and grabbed a hold of the door, trying to wrench the door open. Someone, I couldn't tell who, slipped a homemade club into the gap and waving it hard around my head. Then they slapped my fingers holding the door with something flat and hard and the shock of it forced me to let go. I ate my oatmeal that morning seriously pissed off and waiting for another chance.

Around the same time as yesterday, someone opened my door and pointed a gun at me. "Get up," He ordered. I glared at him as I followed the order. Once I did so, he slapped a plastic zip tie around my wrists. I gritted my teeth as the plastic dug into my skin. "C'mon. You're going on a walk." He slapped a hand on the back of my neck and steered me out of the room.

Down the hallway and into a large storage room, we continued our forced walk. I could tell that this guy didn't want to be guarding me. He looked annoyed and bored the whole time. I ignored him too and continued to think of different ways to get out of this predicament.

Suddenly, two loud shots unmistakable as gunfire sounded. The guard and I froze. Was someone attacking? I looked over at my guard, who looked confused as a third shot rang out. It sounded like it was close by...

A deafening explosion went off somewhere real close. I doubled over from shock, my hands still bound behind my back. My guard was covering his ears and stumbled, no longer training the gun on me. It took my brain two seconds to figure out what to do next.

I leaned over in half and rammed forward, bashing my head into my guard's gut. He let out a gasp as all the air was forced out of his lungs. I straightened and kicked out with my right foot, striking down on the back of his knee. His legs gave out from underneath him and he fell with a thud to the ground. Without thinking of anything else but escape, I raised my foot once more and slammed it down on the man's throat.

His breathing cut off the second my foot made contact, and he was still. I stood above him, panting slightly. He had left me no choice, I told myself. Terminus has left me no choice.

This guy had been stupid enough to bound my hands in front of me. I raised the left over plastic from the zip tie and gripped it between my teeth. After tightening it until the tiny block was between my wrists, I slammed my elbows down on my hip bones. The zip tie snapped loudly and I was free.

The door behind me burst open and I spun around, expecting to see another guard ready to finally kill me, baby or no baby. The stranger stepped into the light of the candles and stared at me full in the face. I frowned, the stranger looked exactly like—

"Terry!" Carol exclaimed, hurrying forward. She gave me a brief hug and I realized why I hadn't recognized her. She reeked like Walker guts. Carol was looking me over and took in my bruised wrists. "What happened to you?"

"Long story," I said.

"Where's the rest of the group?"

"I have no idea," I said, rubbing my sore wrists. Carol blinked and nodded.

"Wait here. I have to find a Walker for you." Carol said before hurrying off outside. I waited there for about two minutes before she came back dragging a Walker with its jaw torn off. Carol quickly took it down and used her signature knife to cut open the Walker's belly.

I didn't wait for her to start lathering me with Walker guts, so I reached down and grabbed a handful before slapping it on my front. I smeared it all over my chest, belly, shoulders, neck, and face. Carol went around behind me and rubbed it all over my back. By the time we were finished, I was coated with Walker guts, and my guard had reanimated.

The newly made Walker stumbled over to us but walked right on past us. I gave Carol a firm nod and we headed after it, moving slowly like it was. We made it outside and I was surprised by the large amount of Walkers milling about. How on earth did Carol let them in?

I heard a loud scream and saw a member of Terminus getting bitten horribly on the arm. More Walkers, attracted by the sound of her screams, showed and dog piled on top of her. I didn't turn away, and found myself grinning slightly at the sound of her cries.

These people deserved to be ripped to shreds.

Carol and I ended up in another building and we found ourselves surrounded by long tables of random objects. I blinked at all of it. The tables were filled with random items of clothing, watches, books, shoes, glasses, rings, necklaces, guns, knives, toys, and so on. It looked like the people of Terminus looted their victims before eating them.

"Terry," Carol breathed. I turned to her and saw that she was staring at one table in particular. I followed her gaze and felt cold by the items there. I recognized Glenn's riot gear from the prison, Maggie's ring that Glenn had given her, and Daryl's poncho and crossbow. I hurried forward and took the poncho first, gripping the old cloth as tightly as I could. Struck by an odd desire, I lifted the poncho to my face and breathed it in.

Carol was watching me with an odd expression on her face. I blinked, a tad embarrassed by my sudden action. "It—it still smells like him." I said, hoping that would explain it. Carol didn't respond, just blinked and started picking up Maggie's ring and Glenn's watch. She stuffed her pockets stiffly and turned her back on me, heading for the next door.

I had always known that Daryl and Carol had gotten close during that winter where I was separated from them. I had always assumed that they were just close friends. Did Carol possibly feel something more?

Not wanting to be left behind, I threw on the poncho, slung the crossbow over my shoulder, and followed Carol. The crossbow weighed a ton on my shoulder, but the weight was comforting. It was reminding me of him.

"What the hell?" I muttered as we entered the next room. It was a large room, looking rather like a gym or a storage room. But it was filled with lit candles all over the floor. "This has to be some sort of fire hazard." Carol finally gave me a look as we crossed the room easily. But the sound of a gun being cocked made us stop.

"Put your weapons down," Mary's voice came from behind us. A rush of hate filled me up as Carol and I turned around. Mary was holding a pistol at us, looking furious. She was glaring at me with a sort of fire in her eyes. "You could've been one of us." She spat. "After your brat came Gareth was going to offer you a place here with us."

Carol glanced at me, looking curious. Realization dawned on her face as she figured out what Mary was saying. Fury and hatred for Mary boiled over and without thinking, I rushed her. Mary hadn't been expecting that and didn't shoot. I tackled her to the ground and got two punches on her face before she punched me square in the jaw. I shrieked and Mary used her foot to kick me hard in the stomach. As she did I felt something warm and wet go down my upper thighs.

Carol tore Mary from me and pointed a gun at her head. Mary was panting and looked like she was on the verge of tears. I quickly put my hand down my front and touched the wetness there. When I pulled my hand back it was red with blood...

"The signs were real." Mary was saying. I was barely paying attention. "It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place. And they raped and they killed and they laughed for weeks and weeks. And we got it back! And we got the message: you're the butcher or the cattle."

I turned away from my bloody hand and glared at Mary. "You're sick." I said. Carol aimed her gun right at Mary's leg and shot once, causing Mary to scream out in pain.

"Where are the rest of our group?" Carol pressed. Mary glared up at the pair of us and kept her mouth shut.

"I'm not wasting my time on this bitch," I snapped, stalking towards the door. I opened it and Walkers instantly came inside. They walked right past me and started for Mary, who was screaming once she saw what her fate was. I started walking through the Walkers, and Carol was close behind. We didn't even turn back as Mary started screaming bloody murder.

Once outside, it was clear that the fight for Terminus was going south. Carol and I started for the woods, and just by looking around, I could see that we weren't the only ones. Groups of people who had been locked inside those shipment containers were running fast through the Walkers, trying to get to the woods. Some of them were being taken down by Walkers. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the familiar and thin form of Sam running after several other survivors.

I opened my mouth to call out to him, but something stopped me. Sam was in the front of this group, yelling and leading the way to the forest. I watched him go until he disappeared into the woods. As Carol and I continued into the woods, I found myself smiling at the fact that my friend had gotten away. He was as safe as he could be right now.

"Terry," Carol said, getting my attention. I turned back to her and followed her gaze to the fence. I saw Bob and Sasha climb over and into the woods. Carol and I didn't look at each other before running after them. My stomach was aching, and my jeans were getting wetter with blood. I forced myself to keep moving though, to keep up with Carol.

We made it into the woods and Carol handed me a canteen full of water. "Clean up." She said. "Don't wanna see the others looking like a Walker."

"Good point,"

Carol eyed me down for a moment before asking, "Are you really pregnant?"

I hesitated before lifting up the poncho, showing her the blood stains on my jeans. "I don't think I am anymore." Carol stared; she looked like she didn't know what to say.

"I'm so sorry, Terry."

I nodded, not sure as to what to say next. I used the water from the canteen to wash off my face, painfully aware that Carol was watching my every move. Finally I said, "I'm keeping the poncho on." Carol just nodded and didn't say anything else.

I quickly found the tracks of our group and we started following them. Carol and I sped up until we found them circling Rick. He was kneeling between them all and for a moment I thought that he was injured somehow.

We were only a few feet away when Daryl turned his head at the sound of crunching leaves. Daryl's hard face turned soft the second he laid eyes on us. And then, with a speedy movement that alerted the rest of the group of who was here, Daryl turned tail and dashed towards us.

For a moment, I couldn't tell if Daryl was going to crash into me or Carol. But then he rammed right into me and wrapped his arms around me, crushing me into his chest. My arms flew around him and I buried my face into the crook of his shoulder and neck. I breathed in and there it was: the smell I had been trying to find in the poncho.