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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
Ms. Sleepy Clover: Glad to see you still reading! To answer some of your questions:
1. I didn't gave much thought about it until I saw your review but I think that Eva would have followed Tyler's, Alejandro's, and Heather's example and join Shane's side during the Rick vs Shane civil war on the farm and Geoff would have definitely help Harold in trying to get through Tyler when he was behaving like Shane on TD side of the group and Trent would have definitely gotten back together with Gwen at this point if he was with the main group from the start.
2. I love the analysis you did for the TD characters and if they will survive to season 11 in this review and as you already mentioned in the later review,the stuff you wrote about DJ and Alejandro turned out to be true. You'll have to wait and see if the rest will turn out to be true. I'm glad you noticed that I was planning to have DJ die alongside Hershel ever since I had them go out drinking in season 2 after the entire fiasco with the barn.
3. I have to agree with you about Karen, Oscar and Axel (I would also add Martinez and the leader of the Wolves to this list). TWD killed a lot of minor characters that had the potential of becoming a long time members of the group (one of the reasons why I decided to keep Oscar alive longer than he did in the show and had him die in the prison battle.)
4. I'm glad you like my idea for RE:Village and TD crossover! I already have thought through most of the story and the way how the characters will die. I just need to sit down and write down the first chapter.
5. Nope. It wasn't Gwen. It was Cody. I wanted to kill him off in the first half of season 4 since the early stages of this story. I was trying to figure out how I wanted him to go in this season for quite a while (if he died during episode 5 of season 4, he'd get death similiar to Rahim's from Dying Light. DJ would enter his cell and be greeted by the sight of zombified Cody). Ultimately I went with him dying in the prison battle and have him save Gwen's life the night before the Governor's and Jose's attack.
6. Chris still matured with Chef being still alive. He got rid of his TV persona and is a stronger person than he was back in Atlanta (where he struggled to kill a single walker when the walkers attacked the camp). He is not afraid to kill other people to keep his group safe and is one of Rick's most trusted people at this point (Everyone trusts him well enough that they put him on the council of the prison alongside Chef, Carol, Daryl, Hershel, Sasha and Glenn)
I have plans for all three characters you mentioned that could have die instead of the jockeness. While, the supply runs Heather was on happened off-screen, not all of the supply runs Leshawna and Gwen happened off-screen. Leshawna was on the supply run in Atlanta when Rick came across the group from Atlanta and Gwen was on the supply run with Noah, Glenn and Maggie to get the baby stuff for Judith (which resulted in her getting kidnapped by Merle and taken to Woodbury)
I'm glad you like the way Jose went out. He definitely suffered in his final moment as karma for everything he has done under the Governor's command finally got him. He had gotten much more painful death than the Governor did (since the Governor was already dead when the walkers arrived and didn't had to feel how the walkers feasted on his body).
7. Thank you for leaving all these reviews! :)
Brendan: Oh, my bad. The brothers that he mentioned were a reference to Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural. I'm watching Supernatural now for the first time (Currently on season 9) and I'm really liking this show so I thought "Why not" about making a reference to it. I don't think Duncan will get this old motorcycle back because it is back at the prison and he is not planning to return to it :)
Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Leshawna, Harold and Trent stood close to each other as they were in the middle of the fight with the undead. There was one major difficulty they had to face in this situation. The area around them was surrounded by the fog and they couldn't see anything through it. They had to eye their surroundings very carefully to make sure they won't be suprised when a walker will lung at them from the fog.
It was when a single walker came out of the fog, letting out a growl as it did so. The walker walked over to Bob who wasted no time and stabbed it through it's head, killing it immediately as Harold did the same with the walker that approached him. He clenched his teeth as he pulled his knife out of the walker's head, splattering some of it's blood on his clothes as Sasha hit the walker with her stick, bringing it down to it's knees.
The walker was about to get itself back on it's feet but Sasha stopped it from doing so by stabbing it through it's brain with the sharpened end of her stick as Trent used his knife to kill the walker that just approached him. A walker approached Bob from behind and unfortunely for him, but fortunely for the walker, the dark skinned man was too busy to notice it approaching him fom behind because he was fighting off two walkers in front of him. The walker bit Bob in the shoulder, making him scream.
"Bob!" Sasha cried out in worry for Bob as she pulled out her pistol and shot the walker that just bit Bob in head, getting rid of it.
Leshawna killed another walker and looked over her shoulder to see Maggie struggling against a walker, "Maggie!' She cried out in worry as Maggie was brought down to the ground. She rushed over to help the older Greene, with the intention of killing the walker pinning her down. It was exactly what she did just a second later, She stabbed the walker through it's head, saving Maggie from it.
"Thanks, Leshawna." The older Greene thanked Leshawna who held her hand out to her. Maggie grabbed it and Leshawna helped her up.
Leshawna nodded her head, offering her a small smile, "Anytime, girl."
Harold looked around himself, tryin to spot if there were more walkers around them. There weren't, "I think that was the last of them."
Sasha knelt down in front of Bob who was checking his bitten shoulder, "Bob."
Trent shook his head in a saddened manner, "Not you too, man."
"It's okay." Bob smiled at them, "He got me right on the bandage."
Sasha laughed out of pure relief as she stood up from and hugged Bob. Their hug didn't last long, though. Sasha quickly let go of him when she realized she was causing him pain.
Bob smiled at her, "I didn't say stop. I just said ow."
"You're so lucky, Bob." Trent offered Bob a pat on his other shoulder. He smiled at him, simply relieved that he was alright, "You know that?"
Bob returned Trent's smile, nodding his head, "I know that. Hopefully my luck won't leave me."
Alejandro let out a tired sigh as he proceeded to walk forward along the train tracks along with Geoff who was walking right next to him, feeling his dry throat. He reached into his bag and began searching for a water bottle. Searching for it didn't took him long because his bag wasn't as full was it was back when he and Geoff left the salvage yard they visited soon after their home was destroyed. He and Geoff were almost out of supplies from that place. He really thought those supplies would last longer than they did. He really did.
He pulled one of the two water bottles he had left in his bag and lifted the bottle up to his mouth. He took a sip and drank about half of the bottle before putting it down. He turned his gaze to the side and saw Geoff looking at him, looking like he was about to say something to him.
"What is it, amigo?" He asked Geoff, knowing that there was something he wanted to ask him.
"How much water do you have left?" The party animal questioned him in return.
Alejandro eyed the bottle in his hand before responding, "A bottle and a half. What about you? How much do you have left?"
"You have more water left than me." Geoff replied, "I have only one bottle left. I'm not even sure if it's full. What about food?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Alejandro answered, making it quite obvious that he didn't have much left.
"Not much, then." Geoff let out a short sigh, "I don't have much either. I have enough food supplies for this day only. Tommorow, I'll be left with no food."
Alejandro nodded his head, understanding the information he had just gotten from Geoff before letting out a sigh of his own, "I can't believe we are almost out of food and water we found in the salvage yard. I thought they will last longer."
"You took those words out my mouth, man." Geoff nodded in agreement, "We need to find a place to search through for supplies."
"Let's take a look at my map." Alejandro said as he placed his water bottle back in his bag before beginning to search for his map, "Perharps we'll find someplace worth checking on it."
"We'll do it in a second." Geoff said as he pointed at something in front of him and Alejandro, "Take a look at this."
Alejandro took his eyes off the map and turned his gaze at something ahead of him and Geoff. He narrowed his eyes and leaned his head forward a bit, wanting to take a better look at the place or thing Geoff was pointing at. It was the same sign as the one he and Geoff saw not long after they left the salvage yeard, "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yeah." Geoff nodded his head in confirmation. He and Alejandro walked over to it and saw the map with the road to Terminus drawn on it, "Another one of these."
"We must be getting close." Alejandro stated, looking at the map to Terminus.
Geoff nodded in agreement, "Do you think we'll met anyone from our group in there?"
"I'm not exactly sure but I sure hope so." Alejandro replied.
Geoff nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too."
Alejandro returned his gaze towards his map, "Back to the conversation we had before we saw this sign, where do you think we should head now in search for supplies?"
Geoff eyed Alejandro'a map for a second and pointed at one spot on it, "How about this place?"
Alejandro nodded his head, agreeing with Geoff's suggestion. He folded the map and placed it back in his bag, "Let's go."
Daryl and Beth traveled through the forest together as they were tracking something. Beth stood in front of Daryl and wielded his crossbow as Daryl stood right behind her, giving her the instructions how to use his crossbow and teaching her how to track.
"Are we close?" She asked him, aiming Daryl's crossbow at the trees ahead of them.
"Almost done." He replied.
"How do you know?" Beth wanted to know as she lowered Daryl's crossbow.
"The signs are all there." Daryl answered, "Just got to know how to read 'em."
"What are we tracking?" Beth asked another question as she took one small step forward, followed by another one and another one.
"You tell me." Daryl said, following her, "You're the one who wanted to learn."
Beth looked down at the ground, searching for clues. She looked over her shoulder at Daryl after a moment and smiled, knowing she was getting better at this, "Well, something came through here. The patternis all zig-zaggy. It's a walker."
"Maybe it'a drunk." Daryl said.
"I'm getting good at this." Beth smiled as she raised Daryl's crossbow, beginning to walk forward, "Pretty soon I won't need you at all."
"Yeah." Daryl nodded, following her, "Keep on tracking."
They walked together for a moment and came across a kneeling walker that was eating something. Perharps it was the one they were tracking for the past few moments.
Beth observed the walker for a second and noticed something, "It's got a gun."
She looked over her shoulder at Daryl, asking for his permission without saying anything. Daryl nodded his head, allowing her to approach this walker. She started slowly approaching it, keeping Daryl's crossbow aimed at it. She yelped in pain after a few steps as her foot got caught in a snare trap. She fell to the ground in pain, causing the walker to turn around to look at her.
She fired an arrow at the walker but missed and hit the undead in the shoulder. Daryl quickly came in her aid and took his crossbow from her. He hit the walker in the head with his crossbow, killing the walker. The walker's now lifeless corpse collapsed on the ground as Daryl went over to Beth and freed her foot from the trap she walked into.
"Can you move it?" Daryl asked her.
Beth moved her foot around for a few seconds, "Yeah."
Some time has passed since Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Leshawna, Harold and Trent had to fight off the walkers in the fog and the group of six was getting ready to move out further into the forest.
"You ready?" Maggie questioned her group, ready to go.
Trent nodded his head, determined to find the people they were searching for, "Ready."
"We should wait till the fog clears." Sasha stated, holstering her pistol.
"We've been waiting a while." Maggie pointed out.
"You see all this?" Sasha gestured to the bodies around them, "We got lucky. We need visibility. I've got six bullets left." She looked over at Trent and Harold who except for her were the only people in the group of six who had a gun, "I don't know about the rest."
Trent pulled out his pistol and checked how many bullets he had left, "I've got five."
Harold checked how much shells he had left in his shotgun, "I've got two shotgun shells left." He then checked how much ammo he had left in his pistol, "And six bullets left in the pistol."
"She's right." Bob said, "We've been doing good following the plan. No need to get sloppy now."
Harold pulled his compass out of his pocket and looked at it. A disappointed frown formed on his shorty after, "Oh, no."
"What is it, sugar baby?" Leshawna asked Harold, immediately noticing his disappointed gaze.
"It's broken." Harold replied, tossing the compass aside, no longer seeing the need to carry it with him. It wasn't much a problem to him, though. It was pretty easy to him to determine directions. Another one of the things he learned in one of the various camps he attended back in the normal world.
"We don't need it." Bob stated, "Sun comes up in the east, sets in the west. We'll keep an eyeon it in between. We'll be fine."
Daryl and Beth came out of the woods, with the latter having her arm wrapped around the former who was helping her to move after she wounded her feet earlier that day. A huge graveyard and a chapel appeared in their view upon exiting the woods. They began walking towards the chapel, seeing no better options at this moment.
"Can you hold up a sec?" Beth asked Daryl, holding her injured foot.
"You all right?" Daryl asked Beth, looking down at her.
"I just need to sit down." Beth explained, wanting to rest for a bit.
"Here." Daryl said, lowering his back, "Hop on."
"Are you serious?" Beth asked in an amused manner as she did not except this kind of stuff from Daryl.
"Yeah. This is a serious piggyback. Jump up." Daryl confirmed to Beth that he was indeed serious about this entire thing. Beth climbed onto his back shorty after, "You're heavier than you look."
"Maybe there are people there." Beth stated as Daryl began carrying her towards the chapel.
"Yeah, if there are, I'll handle them." Daryl responded to her words.
"There are still good people, Daryl." Beth pointed out.
"I don't think the good ones survive." Daryl pointed out in return.
Daryl carried Beth towards the chapel for a little longer until she patted his shoulder, meaning she wanted him to put her on the ground. Daryl put her down on the ground as Beth set her gaze on the grave next to them. Daryl looked at the grave as well and noticed that it said "Beloved Father". Immediately knowing this must have reminded her of Hershel, Daryl looked around himself and noticed a yellow flower behind him.
He picked it up and walked over to the grave. He put the flower down and walked back to Beth who grabbed his hand into hers. Daryl didn't let go of it, instead, he tightened his grip around Beth's hand as the two of them proceeded to stare at the grave in front of them.
Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Leshawna, Harold and Trent came out of the forest and walked right into the train tracks. Maggie and Harold were in the front of their group and immediately noticed a sign standing a few meters away from them on their right.
"What's that?" Maggie asked, walking over to it.
"One way to find out." Harold stated, walking over to the sign as well.
The rest of their group followed them. The group of six made their way to the sign in a few seconds and eyed it, noticing that it was telling them to go to a certain place,
Leshawna set her gaze on the name marked on the map, "Terminus?"
"Hey, Bob." Trent nudged Bob, earning his attention. The musican pointed at what was written above the map, asking the dark skinned man, "Does this sound familiar to you?"
Bob nodded his head, "Yeah. It's what we heard in the radio when we were out on the run to the veterinary college."
Harold looked at them, asking them out of curiosity, "They were broadcasting?"
"What did it say?" Sasha wanted to know.
"Sorry." Bob shook his head, "Couldn't make it out."
"We didn't have a chance to listen to it for long because we drove into the herd shorty after and had to abandon our vehicles." Trent explained, his gaze set on the message above the map, "I only know because I'm seeing it now. "Those who arrive survive."."
"We should go." Maggie declared.
"I thought we were looking for Glenn." Sasha pointed out.
"If he saw one of these, he would go looking for me looking for him." Maggie stated, "Look at this map. All these tracks from different directions leading to the same place."
"It's far." Sasha stated, "And we don't know if there are other signs."
Harold placed his hand on his chin, shaking his head at Sasha's words, "I don't think they'd leave only one sign out there if they want people to come to their community. The roads on the map might be filled with signs like this one. Other people from our group might have seen it."
"This is the best lead we've had so far." Bob stated, "It says sanctuary. That's just another reason to try."
"He's right." Trent nodded in agreement, "Other people from the prison can be in there. Gwen, Tyreese, Geoff, simply everyone who just like us survived the destruction of the prison."
Sasha shook her head, "If it sounds too good to be true... Maybe if Glenn and Gwen saw one of these, maybe they felt the same way."
Leshawna let out a sigh as well, "What do you want to do, girl? Keep making these circles from the bus? Or are you talking about us starting to do something else?"
"We're not splitting up." Bob added firmly, "That can't happen. You want to take a vote or something?"
"We don't need to vote." Sasha shook her head as she knew that the rest of her group already made their mind about this matter, beginning to walk in the direction of Terminus. The rest followed her.
Daryl and Beth made their way to the entrance to the chapel. The Dixon slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to allert the people or the walkers that could have been in there until he'll be ready to face them. He readied himself and slammed his hand against the door frame, waiting for someone or something to make a noise but was instead met with complete silence. They entered the chapel and began making their way through it shorty after.
"It's so clean." Beth stated, looking around her surroundings.
"Yeah." Daryl agreed, "Someone's been tending to it. May still be around."
They proceeded to explore the house for the next several minutes, finding a coffin with a rotting body in it one of the rooms. Daryl ran his hand through the corpse's cheek and eyed his hand for a second before exchanging a glance with Beth. The group of two exited the room right after, continuing their exploration of the chapel and eventually stumbled upon a set of stairs leading to the basement.
They made their way into the basement and immediately noticed an unmoving lifeless body laying on the table in the middle of the room. Daryl placed his crossbow down on the counter of the nearby furniture as Beth eyed the body that she and Daryl just discovered. It was dressed in a suit and only half of it's face was like a walker.
Daryl cleared his throat, searching through the cabinets, "Let's get that ankle wrapped." He pulled out a bandage from one of the cabinets and walked over to Beth, noticing her interest in the body, "Looks like somebody ran out of dolls to dress up."
"It's beautiful." Beth stated as Daryl looked at her in confusion, "Whoever did this cared. They wanted these people to get a funeral. They remembered these things were people before all this. They didn't let it change them in the end. Don't you think that's beautiful?"
Daryl looked at her and offered her a small nod of his head in response, "Come on."
Leshawna, Trent, Bob and Sasha were in the camp their group had set up in the forest. Bob was checking his wounded shoulder as Sasha was doing something with her knife, both of them sitting by the fire. Leshawna was in the back of the camp, watching the trees ahead of her as Trent walked over to her and sat down next to her.
Leshawna turned her gaze towards Trent right after he sat down next to her, "Maggie and Harold. Where are they?"
"Maggie went out to get more firewood." Trent replied, "Harold went with her."
Leshawna nodded her head in understanding before questioning him, "Do you think we'll find anyone from our group in Terminus?"
"It's a worth a shot." Trent replied, "Why are you asking me? Do you have second thoughts about this?"
"No." Leshawna shook her head, "I still think we should head there. I just wanted to know your thoughts on this.."
Trent nodded his head in understanding, "You didn't need to ask me, though. If there is a chance that our people like Gwen or Geoff or Bridgette or Cody or Tyreese or anyoneelse from our group might be in there, then, as I already said, it's worth a shot."
Leshawna smiled once she heard Trent mention Gwen, "You do care about Gwen."
"Of course I do." Trent nodded his head, "My feelings for her never faded away, even though I tried dating other girls after she broke up with me. I hope she'll give me another chance someday, but I'm not going to rush it. It's the best I can do after I messed everything up in Total Drama Action. At least you don't have to worry about stuff like this with Harold."
"Harold?" Leshawna asked him, "Why are you bringing him into this conversation?"
"You know why." Trent offered her a smile, "Don't you remember what happened in one of the aftermathes? You admitted that you like him? Has anything changed? Do you still like him?"
"...Alright, I admit, I still like Harold, I really do." Leshawna admitted after a moment of staying silent, not seeing the point in lying. After all, she swore to never do it again after she got caught lying, "But would it even be a good time for us to be in a relationship? Look at what happened between Duncan and Courtney. Poor guy didn't even had a chance to say a proper goodbye to her. Or look what happened between Rick and Lori. You saw how Rick was behaving after her death. It was actually how you were introduced to him."
"I know what happened to them and I still think you should go for it, Leshawna if you do care about him." Trent said, "In this world, we may end up dying the next day without even knowing it may happen. It might be better to spent this time with someone you care about. You don't need to worry about Harold not feeling the same. He still worships you and cares about you the same way he did before all of this started."
Leshawna she remained silent after listening to what Trent had to say to her, thinking about his words, as Trent just smiled. He patted her on her shoulder and stood up, walking over to Sasha and Bob, leaving Leshawna alone with her thoughts.
Daryl and Beth had left the basement a few moments ago and were searching through the chapel for food and water. They found what they were searching for in the kitchen when Daryl opened up on the cabinets and was greeted by the view of untouched food and drinks, a lot of them.
"Wow." Beth was in awe at the amount of untouched food that they just found.
"Peanut butter and jelly, diet soda, and pig's feet." Daryl eyed the food that he and Beth just found, "That's a white trash brunch right there."
"It all looks good to me." Beth said, taking one can from the cabinet.
"No, hold up." Daryl said as he took one jar of jelly from the cabinet, noticing something on it, "Ain't a speck of dust on this."
"So?" Beth questioned him, not realizing what Daryl meant by that.
"That means somebody just put it here." Daryl pointed out, "This is someone's stash. Maybe they're still alive. All right, we'll take some of it and we'll leave the rest, all right?"
Beth smiled, "I knew it."
Daryl looked at her, confused, "Knew what?"
"It's like I said." Beth began as Daryl opened the jar of jelly, "There are still good people."
Daryl stick his hand into the jar and pulled it out of it a second later before putting it in his mouth, eating it, "Mhm."
Beth laughed at the way Daryl was eating his food, "Gross."
Daryl pointed at something in the cabinet, "Hey, those pig's feet are mine."
Sasha woke up in the morning in her camp and immediately noticed that Maggie, Harold, Trent and Leshawna were nowhere to be found. She sat straight up and looked to her side at Bob who was looking at something in front of him. She got up from her sleeping spot and came over to him, noticing the thing he was staring at. He was looking at the message in the dirt left by the four people who were missing. It said "Don't risk your lives 4 us. Good luck."
"Bob." She said, making him look up at her.
"Come on. They got to follow the tracks. We can still catch up to them." Bob said, as he got up from his kneeling position and started packing their things. He looked up at Sasha who was looking at him as if she had second thoughts about it, "Sasha, we can still catch up to them."
Sasha stared at him for a moment and relucantly started helping him pack, having second thoughts about all of this.
At the same time, Maggie, Trent, Harold and Leshawna were walking along the tracks in the direction of Terminus.
"You really think Glenn's gonna be there?" Harold asked Maggie, breaking the silence between them.
"Of course." Maggie nodded, "He has to."
"Hopefully Gwen is going to be there." Trent said, "Her and the rest of our group."
"They were together when we saw for the last time." Maggie told Trent, referring to Gwen and Glenn, "They should be together now if they didn't split up."
"Look." Leshawna pointed at something ahead of them. Everyone looked at the thing that Leshawna was pointing at and noticed another sign with the directions to Terminus. They walked over to the sign and set their eyes on it, "Another one of these."
"We should leave them a message." Harold said, "If we let Glenn, or Gwen or anyone else from our group know to go to Terminus, they'll definitely go there."
Maggie nodded, agreeing with Harold's idea, "Good idea, Harold."
Trent spotted a walker walking towards them and pulled out his knife. He walked over to it and stabbed it through it's head, killing it. He knelt down in front of it and began cutting it's torso open, "I think I know what we're going to use when writing the message for them."
Maggie smiled at Trent, coming over to him. She knelt down next to him and placed her hand through the hole in the walker's stomach, painting it in blood, "It will be easier for us to write the message in blood than writing it with our knives."
Leshawna and Harold just smiled at how determined Maggie and Trent were to find the people they cared about, ignoring the fact that they were cutting a walker open.
At the same time, Bob and Sasha already packed all of their stuff and left their camp. The group of two was making their way along the tracks in Maggie, Trent's, Harold's and Leshawna's direction.
"You have been grinning since we left the prison in one piece." Sasha began, breaking the silence between her and Bob, "If you're so happy to be alive, then why are we walking into the heart of darkness?"
"It's not about me being alive." Bob replied.
Sasha laughed, "Do you even know why you're smiling?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm not alone." Bob replied, "That's how it happened when I lost my first group. And my second group. I broke that streak. You'd be smiling, too. Self-awareness is a beautiful thing. You should try it sometime." When Sasha remained silent, he asked, "Oh, you're not going to take the bait?"
Sasha shook her head, "Nope."
"You're just as bullheaded as she is sometimes." Bob stated, "You know that?"
"Yeah." Sasha nodded.
The two of them stopped when they saw a walker on the ground, with it's stomach cut open. They walked over to it before looking up at the sign with the map to Terminus, noticing a message written in blood on it.
Glenn Gwen
Go To Terminus
Maggie, Trent, Leshawna and Harold
Daryl and Beth were gathered around the table in the kitchen as they were in the middle of dinner, feasting on the food that they found in the chapel. Daryl was eating some jelly from the jar, this time using spoon instead of simply dipping his fingers into the jar as Beth who was sitting next to him was writing something down on the piece of paper.
"I'm gonna leave a thank-you note." Beth said, her gaze set on the piece of paper in front of her.
"Why?" Daryl wanted to know.
"For when they come back." Beth explained, "If they come back. Even if they're not coming back, I still want to say thanks."
"Maybe you don't have to leave that." Daryl stated, "Maybe we stick around here for a while. They come back, we'll just make it work. They may be nuts, but maybe it'll be all right."
"So you do think there are still good people around." Beth stated before letting out a chuckle, "What changed your mind?"
Daryl hesitated before responding, "You know."
Beth smiled, "What?"
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, his expression saying, "I don't know."
"What changed your mind?" Beth repeated her question, really wanting to know Daryl's answer to it. The Dixon just stared at her in silence, making her realize what or rather who changed his mind, "...Oh."
It was when their attention was brought outside because they heard some cans rustling which was followed by some dog barking loudly in distress. Daryl got up from his seat, taking a jar with the food he was intending to give to the dog outside and made his way to the door. He swung the door open and was instantly met with a large group of walkers growling at him.
He quickly closed the door and pressed his back against it to prevent the walkers from entering the chapel, "Beth!" The said girl quickly made their way to him and tossed him his crossbow. He caught it without any problem, "Run!" He stepped away from the walkers, letting the undead into the chapel. He fired his crossbow once, killing the walker in front of the group. He ran into the hallway, making the undead follow him, "Beth, pry open a window. Get your shit!"
"I'm not gonna leave you!" Beth shouted to him from another room.
"Go out. Go up the road. I'll meet you there!" Daryl yelled in response, taking out another walker from the group. He made his way into the basement and stopped in the back of the room, setting his gaze on the staircase.
The first walker came down the stairs as Daryl fired an arrow at it. The arrow hit the walker right in the head, killing it but it wasn't over as more walkers began making their way into the basement. Daryl tossed his crossbow aside, knowing that he won't take the walkers out with just his crossbow. There was simply too many of them. He grabbed the knife laying on the counter of the furniture next to him, quickly coming up with an idea how to take care of the undead.
The Dixon grabbed the table with a body on top of it and moved it towards the wall at the end of the room, seperating himself from the walkers entering the basement with it. The walkers began pilling themselves on top of the table which was the only thing separating Daryl from them as as the Dixon began bringing the knife down at them in a rapid manner, killing one walker after another.
When it was safe for him to move around the basement again, Daryl quickly climbed underneath the table towards his crossbow. He picked it up from the floor and jumped back onto his feet. The remaining walkers began following him as Daryl ran up the stairs, killing every walker in his way. He made his way to the opened entrance to the chapel and ran through it.
He started running through the graveyard towards the place where he was supposed to met up with Beth, avoiding all the walkers around him. He stopped dead in his tracks for a second when he noticed one walker in his way. It wasn't much of a problem, though. He simply hit it in the head with his crossbow and returned to what he was doing a few seconds ago.
He reached the road a few seconds later and Beth's bag was the first thing he noticed upon reaching it. He stared at it for a seconds before he heard how someone started up their car. He looked in the direction of the noise and noticed a car with the white cross painted on the back window driving away from him along the road. He immediately knew that the people in the car had Beth.
"Beth!" He screamed out her name and pushed himself into run after the car, "Beth!"
Daryl ran after the car with the white cross for hours. It was long gone and there was no way he'd reach it on foot but he wasn't giving up. He ran after it until sun rose on the horizon. It was when he sat down in the middle of the road, his crossbow laying next to him, completely exhaused from all the running he did since Beth was taken away by those unknown people in the car.
Bob and Sasha continued to walk along the train tracks ever since they left their camp in the forest. The group two was following Maggie, Trent, Harold and Leshawna for a while now, coming across more signs the group of four left for Glenn and Gwen as they did so.
"Bob." Sasha called out for Bob as she pointed at the warehouse ahead of them, "Right there. Secure and high up. See if we can set up something to catch the rain. See if we could move from the rooftops to look for food. Maybe even try to grow some up there."
"I'm not stopping." Bob said, determined to find Maggie, Trent, Harold and Leshawna.
"We are." Sasha said.
"I'm not." Bob stick with his choice, "They're still out there."
"They didn't want us to come." Sasha pointed out, "They made their choice for them."
"I don't care." Bob replied, "When I got to the prison, I thought to myself, "How long? The clock's ticking. How long until everyone else is dead and I'm on my own?" Bad things happened 'cause I was scared. They didn't need to. I didn't need to be afraid. Now we get to Terminus and Tyreese isn't there, it doesn't mean he's dead. You don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." Sasha quickly replied in a harsh manner.
The two of them stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other in silence which was broken by Bob, "So, this is it?"
"It doesn't have to be." Sasha replied.
"That's right." Bob nodded, "That's right. I'm gonna try something here."
The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, not saying and doing anything. They just stared at each other. It was when Bob took one step forward and pressed his lips against Sasha's. Sasha returned his kiss and the duo stayed this way for a moment before releasing each other from the kiss.
"Well, okay." Bob said to Sasha right after they released each other from the kiss.
"You don't have to do it." Sasha told him, "You don't have to be alone again."
Bob gave her an assuring nod, "I won't be."
Sasha watched Bob in a saddened manner as he turned away from her. He began making his way along the train tracks, continuing his journey to Terminus as Sasha watched him leave for a moment before making her way towards the warehouse. She entered the warehouse and walked up the stairs, making her way to the upper floor.
The room that she just entered was completely empty. She placed everything she carried on the floor and pressed her head against the wall, her back facing the stairs, crying, still saddened over what just happened with Bob. It was when she heard someone enter the upper floor. She turned around and was about to reach for her weapon but quickly stopped herself from doing so because two familiar people appeared in her view.
"Geoff?" Sasha blinked a few times, wanting to be sure if her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, "Alejandro?"
"Sasha?" Alejandro asked, lowering his sawed-off shotgun.
Geoff smiled and put his pistol down, letting out a laugh of pure happiness, "You have no idea how good it is to see you again!"
The party animal moved towards Sasha and embraced her in a hug, simply happy to see her again after the fall of their home. Sasha just stood there, stunned by what just happened and the sudden reunion between her and two people from her group but eventually returned Geoff's hug.
"What are you doing here?" Sasha asked Geoff after he released him from the hug.
"I and Alejandro made it out of the prison together." Geoff explained, his smile not leaving his face, "We were running out of supplies and thought about checking this area for supplies."
"How did I not notice you?" Sasha asked as Alejandro went over to the window next to him, looking through it.
"Which side did you come from?" Geoff questioned her as Alejandro narrowed his eyes, noticing four familiar people laying outside on the ground among the bodies of the walkers.
"The train tracks." Sasha explained as Alejandro's eyes snapped open, realizing that his mind was not playing tricks on him.
"It explains..." Geoff began but was cut off by Alejandro.
"Amigos." Alejandro cut him off, "You may want to see this."
"What is it, dude?" Geoff asked as he ran over to Alejandro's side with Sasha.
Alejandro pointed at the people he just spotted outside, "Look. Do they look familiar to you?"
Geoff's eyed widened in suprise once he recognized the people that Alejandro just pointed at. His smile grew wider. This day was getting better and better, "Ain't those Maggie, Harold, Leshawna and Trent?"
"What are they doing?" Sasha asked. She put her hand on the window, causing it to pop out of frame. The window fell down and smashed on the ground below, waking Maggie, Harold, Leshawna and Trent from their slumber and luring any walkers in the area towards them, "Oh, shit."
"Let's go." Alejandro said, turning away from the window.
They quickly made their way out of the building, all three of them holding their melee weapons in ready. They quickly made their way to the place where they saw Maggie, Harold, Leshawna and Trent as the walkers began surrounding the area. Sasha looked around herself, noticing how many walkers were around her, Alejandro and Geoff and jumped onto the car.
She began killing the walkers with her stick as Geoff swung her machete at the nearest walker, slicing it's head off. Alejandro was right next to him, holding his tomahawk in ready. He brought it down on the nearest walker, killing it before kicking the now dead walker off his tomahawk as Maggie, Trent, Leshawna and Harold came in their aid.
It wasn't long before all of the walkers around them ended up on the ground, dead. The group of seven stayed silent for a moment, catching their breath after the recent fight with the walkers.
Geoff was the one to break the silence. He walked over to Harold and embraced his friend, smilling widely, "Good to see you again, dude. Glad to see you made it out alive."
Harold returned his friends hug, smilling as well, "It's good to see you alive and well too."
"When did you stumbled upon them, Sasha?" Leshawna asked Sasha with a smile on her lips. She was simply happy to see Geoff and Alejandro again.
"Just seconds before I found you." Sasha explained as she pointed backwards at the warehouse, "I stumbled them in that warehouse."
"Alejandro." Trent looked at Alejandro in concern, "What happened to you?"
"This?" Alejandro pointed at his face as Maggie, Leshawna, Sasha and Harold looked at him in concern as well. Some of his wounds from his fight with Jose healed but some of them were still visible on his face, "Jose. I fought him back at the prison. He'd kill me if it wasn't for Geoff and Eva."
"Eva is with you too?" Sasha asked. The looks Geoff and Alejandro gave her the only answer she needed to get to know why she wasn't with the at this moment, "...Oh, what happened to her?"
"Jose." Alejandro replied, "He took her by suprise. He cut her throat open. She bleed out to death in front of him."
"I have her hammer." Geoff pointed at Eva's hammer, "I'm planning to give it to Izzy, Noah, Cody and Ezekiel when I'll see them again. They were close with her. At least they'll have something that belonged to her to remember her."
"What about him?" Leshawna asked, referring to Jose, "Is he dead?"
"Yes." Geoff nodded his head, "We made sure of that."
Alejandro nodded his head in confirmation, "My brother got what he deserved. You don't need to worry about him anymore."
"Where's Bob?" Maggie questioned Sasha after looking around them.
"Out," Sasha replied, "Looking for all four of you."
"When did you split up?" Harold wanted to know.
"Not that long ago." Sasha replied, "Let's go get him. We should catch up to him in several minutes."
Daryl had no idea for how long he was sitting on the ground in the middle of the road but he didn't seem to care about that. He remained motionless for what felt like an eternity, his gaze set on the ground. He didn't even react when a group of nine men approached him and surrounded him.
"Well, lookit here." One of the men, a grey haired man in his 50's said as Daryl slightly looked up at him. The stranger reached down, trying to grab Daryl's crossbow by Daryl stopped him from doing so by punching him in the face. The stranger collapsed on the ground as Daryl aimed his crossbow at him, making the rest aim their guns at them, "Damn it, hold up!"
"I'm claiming the west!" Len declared, "I like them wings."
"I'll claim his crossbow, then." Micah said, aiming his Striker 12 shotgun at Daryl, "Always wanted one."
"You firing a crossbow with your one blind eye?" Len snorted, "I would love to see this."
Micah glared at Len. It was obvious to Daryl that these two didn't like each other, "Screw you, Len."
"Hold up." The man on the ground who Daryl assumed to be their leader repeated himself, looking up at the Dixon who had his crossbow aimed at him. He wiped the blood coming out of his nose and bursted into hysterical laughter which lasted several seconds. He got up from the ground, offering Daryl a grin, "A bowman. I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could have been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman's a bowman through and through. What you got there, 150-pound draw weight? I'll be donkey-licked if that don't fire at least 300 feet per second. I've been looking for a weapon like that. Of course, I'd want one with a bit more ammo and minus the oblongata stains."
Len laughed at Daryl's expense, "Get yourself in some trouble, partner?"
"You pull that trigger, these boys are gonna drop you several times over." The leader began, his grin fading from his lips and his expression turning into a more of a serious one, "That what you want? Come on, fella, suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people? Name's Joe."
Daryl stayed silent for moment and put his crossbow down, "...Daryl."
His answer was enough to make everyone from Joe's group to lower their guns as Joe's grin returned to his face.
Bob continued his lonely journey to Terminus when a familiar voice sounded behind them. He turned around and saw Maggie, Sasha, Harold, Leshawna and Trent standing behind them but they weren't the only familiar faces. Geoff and Alejandro were with them. He smiled widely at the view of them and walked over to them, exchanging a quick hug with every person he was familiar with.
Trent offered him a friendly pat on his shoulder as he shared a quick hug with Bob after the latter exchanged a hug with Maggie, Sasha, Leshawna and Harold, happy to see him again. Bob was happy to see him as well. It was when Bob was embraced in a hug by Geoff who was happy to see another person from his group survive the destruction of their home and Bob wasted no time and hugged him back.
Alejandro was the last person from his group that Bob approached. He offered Alejandro a concerned look when he noticed his wounds on his face but Alejandro shrugged his off and embraced Bob as he was just like Geoff happy to see another person survive the Governor's and Jose's attack.
Everyone exchanged looks with each other once Alejandro released Bob from the hug and nodded. They began walking along the tracks shorty after, continuing their journey to their destination with hopes of finding more people from their group in this Terminus.
The day was slowly coming to an end and Duncan and Ezekiel knew they had to find a shelter for the night or set up a camp if they won't find one. The group of two traveled through the forest for quite some time now, with no sight of a single place that they could use as a shelter for the night and it seemed like they will have to go with the second option of setting up a camp in the wilderness.
It was when they heard a twig snap behind them after someone or something stepped on it. They quickly turned out and saw Len standing behind them. From the way he was looking at them, the group of two immediately realized that he didn't have friendly intentions and their worries turned out to be true just a second later as Len spoke up to them.
"Would you look at that." He grinned as he held his bow in front of him, ready to release an arrow at either of those kids, making Duncan and Ezekiel aim their guns at him, "Looks I got myself not one, but two claimee's."
"I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you." Duncan said, aiming his Colt Model 933 at Len, "In case if you haven't noticed, yet, you are outnumbered one to two."
"I wouldn't say that." Len smirked smugly at them, "Boys!"
From behind him, eight more men appeared and surrounded the group of two, aiming their guns at them. Duncan and Ezekiel were forced to lower their guns, because they no longer had the numbers were now heavily outnumbered. Ezekiel flinched where he stood when he looked over his shoulder at the man standing behind him. A red haired balding man with a large belly grinned at the view of him and Duncan, showing off his yellow teeth, looking at them as if they were some sort of prize.
"Today is our lucky day." Harley stated, letting out a short laugh, "It's another people we've stumbled upon since we hit the road this morning."
Cyrus pointed at Duncan's Colt Model 933, using his other hand to aim his Beretta 9mm at him, "I'll claim the mohawk's gun."
It was when a familiar voice to Ezekiel and Duncan sounded behind these strangers, "Wait."
Duncan and Ezekiel turned in the direction from which the voice came from felt how their eyes widened because it was Daryl. He was alive and was traveling with those people for some reason. He stepped through the group of men, pushing Len out of his way, and eyed the two familiar people in front of him. In the other situation they would be relieved that they finally found someone from their group, but now they were focused on the group surrouding them.
"I know them, you ain't touching them." Daryl practically growled out the last part, looking like he was ready to fight the people he was traveling with.
Len glared at Daryl, obviously angered, looking like he was ready to kill him, Duncan and Ezekiel at this very moment, "Joe?"
Joe shifted his gaze between Daryl, Duncan and Ezekiel and smiled, "Calm down, Daryl. Ain't nobody gonna touch them. Right, boys?"
He was met with silence which lasted a very short moment. Len looked at Joe as if he just did a huge mistake by letting not only Daryl but also Duncan and Ezekiel into their group as the fat man looked disappointed as if he had just a new toy taken away from him but didn't say anything.
"You got it, boss." Lucas was the first one from Joe's group to voice his understanding of the order and put his Ruger American Ranch rifle down. The rest of the group lowered their guns as well and voiced their understanding of the order in their own ways by either saying something, nodding or shrugging.
Joe's smile faded from his lips and his expression turned into more of a stern one when he looked at Len who was the only one from his group who didn't respond to his words about Duncan and Ezekiel, "Right, Len?"
"Fine." Len relucantly complied, "Whatever."
"Alright, then." Joe's smile returned to his face as his gaze returned to Duncan and Ezekiel, "Your names?"
"Duncan." Duncan replied. He didn't trust these people. He could easily that these people were not the best people to hang out with but at least Daryl was with them for some unknown reason to him and Ezekiel and it was enough for him to stay with them, at least at this moment.
"Ezekiel." Ezekiel introduced himself right after Duncan's introduction, doing his best to not look at the red haired man behind him.
Joe nodded and grinned, looking at Ezekiel, "Mind if I call you Zeke?"
Ezekiel shrugged. He did mind Joe calling him Zeke. He only let his friends call him Zeke but Joe didn't seem like the type of a man to say no to, "Most people call me Zeke, eh."
"I'll take that as yes. The name's Joe." Joe nodded as he quickly introduced the rest of his group to Duncan and Ezekiel. Besides him and Daryl, there was Len, the bowman, Micah, the one with one blind eye, Billy, the one with a beanie on his head, Harley, the one with greasy blond hair, Lucas, the one with a hood over his head, Cyrus, the one with sunglasses, Tony, the one with a folded bandana over his head and Dan, the fat man, "Looks like you two and Daryl have some catching up to do. You three do the talking and shit while we'll set up a camp here."
With that, Joe turned away from Duncan and Ezekiel and walked away from them, intending to start setting up the camp for the night. His group followed his example and walked away as well, beginning to set up their camp alongside their leader. Daryl, Duncan and Ezekiel exchanged glances and stayed silent, not starting their conversation until Joe's group will be in a good distance away from them, not wanting any of them to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Duncan smiled slightly once Joe's group distanced themselves from them and patted Daryl's shoulder, happy to see his friend again, even if the circumstances of their reunion weren't the best, "You have no idea how good it is to see you again, redneck."
Daryl nodded his head at Duncan's words, "You too, juvie."
"What happened to you back at the prison, eh?" Ezekiel questioned him.
"Left the prison soon after everything went to shit." Daryl replied, "I was with Beth."
"You were with Beth?" Ezekiel noticed the past sense when Daryl mentioned Beth and immediately assumed the worst, "Is she?"
"She's alive." Daryl assured them, "Some car drove off with her."
Duncan nodded his head and pointed at Joe's group in the distance, "Who are these guys?"
"I don't know. I know them no longer than you do. They found me not long after I lost Beth." Daryl responded, "What about you two? Were you with anyone else since the prison?"
Ezekiel shook his head, "No."
"You're the first person from our group we've seen since we left the prison together." Duncan explained.
They spent the next thirty minutes talking with each other as Daryl shared every piece of information he had about Joe's group with Duncan and Ezekiel. It wasn't much, considering that Daryl knew them no longer than they did but it was still better than nothing. The night has fallen shorty after and Duncan and Ezekiel went to sleep while Daryl stayed up, making sure Joe's group won't try to do anything funny while they'll be asleep. There was one thing the group of three was certain about when this day came to an end. They were certain that their stay with Joe's group won't be a long one.
More and more characters from our group are reuniting with each other afte the fall of their home...
Only 3 more chapters left in season 4!
I recently re-watched P.T and Silent Hills trailer on YT after a long time and I just got sad while doing so. Silent Hills could really have been a great experience but everything seemed too good to be true about this game...
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.