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Sorry if you find any grammar mistakes. I'm still learning English because it's not my first language.
wood21: I'm glad you liked it! Hope you'll enjoy season 5! :)
Dr Changer: I'm glad you liked the chapter and I hope you'll enjoy season 5! :)
To answer your questions:
Scott is the only TD character living in Terminus. He is a memeber of this community for as long as Gareth, which is one of the main reasons why Gareth made him his second in command. Norm and Rachel are OC's of mine that I added to Terminus' group, just like I added Lucas, Cyrus and Micah to Joe's group.
Brendan: Yes. I'm sure that Harold won't get his own katana. Happy Halloween to you too and I hope you'll enjoy season 5! :)
THEN
Gareth, Scott, Alex, Norm and a few other people were locked inside some dark train car that didn't have a single source of light in it. They could hear nothing but screaming outside. Scott who was sitting against the wall of the train car covered his eyes, not wanting to hear the scream outside as Norm who was sitting next to him offered him a piftul look, knowing what thoughts were going through his head now.
"We should never have put up the signs." Alex said as he sat in the corner of the train car. His voice was so shaky as he continued, "What the hell did we think was gonna happen? We brought them here."
Gareth leaned towards his brother, "We were trying to do something good. We were being human beings."
"Yeah." Gareth turned to the source of voice and saw Scott. The ginger haired young man uncovered his ears, staring angrily at the floor, "We were being human beings and look where that got us.. I tried being a good guy ever since the world went to shit and look where that got me. Those motherfuckers have my girlfriend and are doing God knows what to her and I am locked in here, powerless to stop it."
Norm gave Scott a comforting pat on his shoulder, knowing how little it was going to do to comfort him, but it was still better than nothing as Scott reluctantly accepted Norm's comfort. Gareth just gave his right man hand a saddened look, knowing what he was going through because these people took his mother away along with Rachel as Alex looked to be seconds away from bursting into tears.
The group was working hard on creating makeshift weapons out of everything they had found in the train car they were locked in by the people from Terminus, preparing themselves to fight their way out of this place. Creating makeshift weapons wasn't easy for them, because of how little materials they had to work it and because of how dark it was inside the train car, but none of them paid much attention to that and continued to do what they were doing. Escaping this hellhole was the thing on their mind right now.
Trent was keeping watch through the small gap in the train car as his group proceeded to make weapons for themselves. Rick was using the chain on Glenn's watch to saw off a piece of sharp wood, Michonne was tying sharpened wood to both ends of her scabbard and Chris was making a weapon out of his belt. Geoff looked down at his buttoned shirt, now wishing that his shirt had zippers instead of buttons.
"Guys." Trent called out to his group once he heard someone coming towards their train car, "Prepare yourself. Four of them are coming our way."
Rick ripped the sharpened piece of wood from the wall of the train car and got up from his kneeling position, "Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."
"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A man shouted from the other side as Rick's group readied themselves to face the people from Terminus.
"How about you come in here and make us!" Duncan shouted to the man on the other side in response, wanting to get him to enter the train car. It would make the job easier for him and his group if they did.
"Exactly!" Gwen added, holding her weapon in ready, "I don't know about you, but we can wait here all day for you!"
The group continued to stand in front of the exit from the train car for the next few moments, ready to use ther makeshift weapons on the people from Terminus once they will open the train car. They all looked up when the top of the train car was opened. A tear gas grenade was dropped from the above and landed on the floor in the middle of the train car.
Harold's eyes snapped open the moment he set his eye on the tear gas, "Tear gas!"
"Move!" Abraham screamed as he immediately turned away from the grenade, not wanting to be anywhere near it.
Everyone turned away from the tear gas grenade and tried to get away from it, but it was already too late to do anything at this point. The grenade exploded just a second after it collided with the floor. It was just a matter of seconds before the entire train car was engulfed in the gas, blocking everyone's vision and causing them to cough. The entrance to the train car was opened a moment later a few people wearing gas masks entered it.
The gas mask wearing people pulled out Rick, Chef, Daryl, Duncan, Trent, Bob, Glenn and Ezekiel from the train car and threw them onto the ground. Rick's vision was blurry when he looked up right after landing on the ground. He looked up at some unknown member of Terminus who immediately noticed him staring at him. The sheriff deputy was kicked in the face by the unknown man a few seconds later, knocking him unconsciouss.
Rick could feel himself getting dragged on the ground, bounded and gagged after regaining his consciousness. Even though his vision was blury, he could notice a bloody lifeless body laying on top of the table in front of him. Two men were standing in front of the table, cutting the body into pieces as the sound of flesh being cut rang through Rick's ears.
He was put in front of a long silver trough and was forced to kneel in front of it along with his group and four more unknown men who just like them were lurred into this place by the promises of safety, unaware of what the people running it were doing. Rick was placed at the end of line between Bob and Chef. Duncan let out an angered sigh, trying to free his wrists from his restrains and Trent felt sick in his stomach, feeling like he was about to vomit out of disgust.
The homeschool began sweating nervously once he was placed almost at the beginning of the line, next to some unknown man. One deep nervous breath started leaving his mouth after another once he set his gaze on the body on the table ahead of them. These people, if his and his group could call them people anymore, were gonna eat them. They were gonna eat them!
Rick and Chef recognized one of the people who were put in line with them. It was Sam. They came across him and his girlfriend Ana back when they left the prison to go on the supply run with Carol when the flu was decimating their people in the prison. Sam recognized them as well and exchanged looks with both of them, showing them how terrified he was.
Rick took his eyes off Sam and looked over his shoulder when the sound of someone sharpening their knife rang through his ears. His ears weren't playing tricks on him. Someone indeed, one man to be exact, was preparing a knife right behind him. Ezekiel almost jumped in his place where the man standing behind swung his bat, almost hitting him in the process.
"All right." The man who was sharpenin his knife said to the man wielding a baseball bat, telling him that he was ready to start.
The man with a baseball bat nodded and made his way to the front of the line, where Sam was kneeling. The man with a knife followed him and the two of them stopped right behind Sam. Sam let out a terrified whimpered as he stared ahead of him, knowing what was about to happen to him. He got hit in the head with the baseball bat a few seconds later which knocked him unconsciouss.
The other man grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled him to himself, before sliting his throat. Blood began pouring out of Sam's throat as the man that just ended his life let go off his head, causing his body to fall forward into, blood pouring into the trough. The other men began squirming and screaming, trying to free themselves from their restrains, but it was no use. They were trapped with no way out.
Rick pulled out the piece of wood that he had hidden in his sleeve right before he was pulled out of the train car and started cutting his restrains with it as the knfe guy and the baseball bat guy continued to kill the people in line, one by one. It was just a matter time before they found themselves standing behind someone from Rick's group. Ezekiel being this unfortunate person.
Ezekiel was sweating badly, completely terrified and tears were building up in his eyes as he knew what was about to happen to him, his mind screaming only one word over and over again, "No, no, no, no, no..."
The man was about to swing the bat at Ezekiel but stopped himself from doing so when Gareth and Scott entered the place, the former saying to them, "Hey, guys. What were your shot counts?"
"38." The man with a baseball bat responded as Gareth wrote the number down in his notebook.
Scott looked at the man with a knife, "What about you? Your shot count?"
"I'm sorry." The man with a knife apologized, "It was my first roundup."
"After you're done here, go back to your point and count the shells." Gareth told him, "Norm and Kaylee won't be gathering them until tomorrow."
"Make sure it won't happen again." Scott added, "We'll let you off this time, because, just like you said, it was your first roundup."
The man with a knife nodded, "Got it."
"Hey!" Bob's voice was muffled because of the gag in his mouth, making Gareth and Scott look at him, "Let me talk to you for a minute!"
Ignoring Bob, Gareth said, "Let's see. We got eight from A and four from D?"
"Let me talk to you for a minute!" Bob repeated himself, his voice still muffled, "Let me talk to you for a minute!"
Gareth exchanged an annoyed look with Scott before walking over to Bob and pulling the gag out of his mouth, allowing the dark skinned man to speak to him and his right hand man normally, "What?"
"Don't do this." Bob told him, "We can fix this."
Gareth shook his head and about to put the gag in Bob's mouth again, "No, you can't."
"We told you there's a way out of all this." Bob said as he shifted his gaze between Scott and Gareth, hoping to convince either of them, "You just have to take a chance. We have a man who knows how to stop it. He has a cure. We just have to get him to Washington. You don't have to do this, man. We can put the world back to how it was."
"Can't go back, Bob." Scott shook his head at Bob's words, "What you're saying right now is just a shitty pipe dream. World will neve return to the way it was before those freaks appeared. People will never return to their old ways, even with the cure around."
"You don't have to do this!" Bob screamed, but his words were ignored as Gareth gagged him again.
Gareth knelt down in front of Rick, putting his notebook on the floor next to him and removed the gag from Rick's mouth, "We saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it. We had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it."
"What was in it?" Scott came over to Gareth's side, his eyes set on Rick, "You hid it, right? In case things went bad?"
When Rick remained silent, Gareth spoke, "Smart. Still, we'll find it. But it's too dangerous to go out there right now. What was in it? I'm curious. And it was a big bag."
He looked up over his shoulder at Scott and nodded his head at him. Scott nodded back and unsheathed his knife. The ginger haired young man walked over to Bob and knelt down in front of him. The dark skinned man looked at Scott with fear in his eyes as Scott grabbed him by the back of his head and brought him closer to him, holding his knife inches away from Bob's eye.
"You're gonna say anything?" Scott asked, ready to stab Bob through his eye at any moment, "Because I'm not afraid to do this."
Rick still remained silent.
"You really want Scott to do this?" Gareth questioned after a few seconds of silence.
"Well, let me take you out there." Rick spoke up, "I'll show you."
"Not gonna happen." Gareth replied as Scott moved his knife closer to Bob's eye. Bob cringed as the pointy end of the blade was almost touching his eye at his point, "This might."
"There's guns in it. AK-47. .44 Magnum. Automatic weapons. Nightscope. There's a compound bow and a machete with a red handle." Rick replied as he looked straight into Gareth's eyes, "That's what I'm gonna use to kill you."
"I wouldn't be making threats if I were you." Scott said as he shifted his gaze from Bob and Rick, taking his knife away from Bob's eye, "In case if you haven't noticed, yet, you're not really in position to make them."
Gareth chuckled at the threat and put the gag back into Rick's mouth. He got up from his knees and patted Rick on his shoulder, before coming over to Scott's side, "Thanks." He looked at the man with a knife and the man with the baseball bat, "You have two hours to get them on the driers. I and Scott gonna go back to public face. Now's the time we can get messy, but we need to dial it all in by sundown."
The man with a knife nodded his head in understanding, "Yes, sir."
Gareth and Scott were about to head out of the room but the two men stopped dead in their tracks. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, because they started to hear gunshots outside.
"What the hell?" Scott asked, allerted by the gunshots. He looked at Gareth, "Gareth?"
Gareth took out his radio, wanting to know what was happening outside "Hey, Norm?"
The man with a baseball bat was about to swing his weapon at Ezekiel who closed his eyes and readied himself for what was about to happen to him, praying silently. The man with a baseball bat stopped his swing right when he was about to hit Ezekiel as another gunshot rang through everyone's ears, which was followed by a huge explosion that shook the entire building, knocking everyone inside down on the floor.
Carol, Tyreese, Bridgette, Heather and Judith were walking down the train tracks towards Terminus and were slowly nearing their destination. Bridgette was holding Judith in her arms as she walked behind Heather who was walking in the front of the group with Carol.
"We're close." Carol said to her group once they came across another sign with the map to Terminus, "I'm gonna get you all of you there. Make sure you're safe. But I'm not gonna stay."
Bridgette looked at Carol, "Carol..."
"I can't stay." Carol said once she saw the looks Tyreese, Bridgette and Heather were giving her, "I just can't."
They turned their gaze to the side whent they heard the familiar sound of growling and saw a single walker heading towards them. Judith started crying as Bridgette brought her closer to herself, doing what she could to make her stop crying. Heather looked at Tyreese, excepting him to pull out his hammer, but he didn't.
The beanie wearing man saw Heather looking at him and told her, "I can't. Not yet."
Heather let out a sigh, nodding in understanding. What happened with Lizzie and Mika really affected Tyreese. What happened with Lizzie and Mika affected all of them. She pulled out her pickax and started making her way towards the walker, with the intention of finishing it off once and for all.
"You're going to have to be able to, Ty." She told Tyreese as she stabbed the walker in the head with her pickax. She turned towards the woods when she heard more walkers coming her and her groups way. She backed away at the view of large group of walkers heading her way, quickly returning to her group, "More."
"Let's go." Bridgette said, turning away from the walkers.
Everyone followed the surfer and hid behind a huge pile of dirt. They watched the walkers for a few seconds and quickly noticed that they were still coming towards them. They were about to move somewhere further into the woods but the gunshots in the distance stopped them from doing so. The walkers heard the gunshots coming from the distance as well and quickly forgot about the group of five, beginning to head in direction from which the gunshots came from.
"That gunfire, it could have been from Terminus." Tyreese assumed from where the shots came from.
"It had to be Terminus." Heather said, "It's probably the only place around here that has people living in it."
"Someone was attacking them." Bridgette stated.
"Or they were attacking someone." Carol stated.
Tyreese shifted his gaze between Carol, Heather and Bridgette, "Do we even want to find out?"
"Yeah." Carol nodded, "There's another track due east. It'll get us there. We'll be real careful. We're gonna get answers."
A man with a cap over his head was kneeling on the ground in front of some old looking small cabin somewhere in the forest, preparing to launch some fireworks, probably to distract the walkers away from Terminus.
"10-minute count. You screw up, you're on your own, Martin." Rachel's voice sounded on his radio.
"You don't have to tell me." Martin replied after grabbing the radio from his belt, "I wipe my own ass. Alex didn't get it. See, I knew the chick with the sword was bad news. Bitch looked like a weapon with a weapon."
"He was always a sloppy-ass mother." Rachel said.
"Yeah." Martin agreed, "I told Scott that I want that cowboy hat from this one guy with pink shirt after they bleed him out."
Carol, Tyreese, Bridgette, Heather who were watching him from the distance exchanged glances once they heard the description of the person that this stranger just gave to his friend, immediately thinking about a certain person. They only knew one person that matched this description. This person being a certain party animal. They only knew one woman with a sword as well.
It was enough for them to determine what they should do next. Carol approached him from behind, with Tyreese, Heather and Bridgette following her and aimed her pistol at him, pressing it against the back of his head, "Keep your finger off the button and drop it."
Martin, not seeing any other option, did as he was told and dropped the radio on the ground. He put his hands up and looked over his shoulder at the group behind him, "Listen, y'all don't have to do this. Whatever you want, we got a place where everyone's welcome."
"Shut up, man." Tyreese told him.
"We're friends of the chick with the sword and the guy in the cowboy hat." Bridgette explained.
Martin was brought into the cabin by Carol, Tyreese, Bridgette and Heather where he was placed on the floor, his back leaning against the wall. His hands were tied together by Heather who made sure that he was not going to try to do anything funny to her and her group.
"Who else do you have at your community?" Heather wanted to know as Carol unzipped Martin's bag.
"The people that I mentioned outside." Martin replied as Carol began searching through his bag, finding a lot of useful stuff in it, "They attacked us. We're just holding them."
"I don't believe you." Bridgette shook her head, not believing in Martin's lie, "The guy with the cowboy hat is someone very important to me and I know that he would't attack you if he had no other choice."
"There's a bunch of us out there in six different directions. There was a lot of gunfire back home." Martin said, "We need to set off our charges all at the same time to confuse the dead ones away. That's good for you, too."
"No, it isn't. There's a herd heading toward Terminus right now." Carol said as she zipped the bag and threw it over her shoulder, "We don't want to confuse them away. We're gonna need their help."
"It's a compound." Martin pointed out, "They'll see you coming. If you even make it that far with all the cold bodies heading over."
"Carol." Tyreese said as Carol was about to exit the cabin, "How are you gonna do this?"
"I'm gonna kill people." Carol responded.
"I'll go with you." Heather said, "I'd be more helpful out there than sitting around in here, watching over this guy."
"We will be fine." Bridgette said, "You two go."
"The two of us will handle him." Tyreese added, gesturing to Martin.
Heather and Carol nodded and walked out of the cabin. Tyreese watched them leave for a second before closing the door behind them.
Carol and Heather found a dead corpse of a walker not long after they left Tyreese, Bridgette and Judith in the cabin and knelt down in front of it, with the intention of covering themselves in the guts of the dead walker.
"I've never done this before." Heather said as she cringed a bit at the smell, covering herself in the guts, "I only heard from Alejandro how he had to do it once. He didn't describe it as a pleasant experience to say the least."
"You'll have to get used to it if you want to enter Terminus with me." Carol said, covering herself in the guts as well, "It's the only way we're getting inside without getting spotted."
Heather nodded her head as she lifted her bloodied hands up to her face, "I know."
She closed her eyes and her mouth as she covered her face in the guts and blood, not wanting a single drop of blood get into them, because she knew how it would end for her. She opened her eyes a few seconds later, only imagining how her face looked like while being covered in blood and looked at Carol. Her face was covered in the walkers blood, just like hers.
The two of them exchanged glances and nodded. They were ready to do the next step of their plan. They got up from the ground and walked away from the dead walker, starting to make their way towards Terminus. They walked among the walkers, who thankfully thought were one of them, thanks to their camouflage, until they reached Terminus.
"Put your backs to the wall on either side of the car now!" An unknown male voice for rang through their ears, which was followed a loud bag. Carol and Heathet exchanged looks and made their way to the gated fence somewhere on the higher ground, giving them a good look at Terminus and everything happening inside this community.
They looked down at Terminus from their position and saw Rick, Chef, Daryl, Duncan, Bob, Ezekiel, Glenn and Trent getting dragged away by the people from Terminus. Heather clenched her fist, wondering how many of the people from her group were being held captive in this place and if Alejandro was one of them as Carol set the bag she had taken from Martin on the ground.
"Heather." Carol's voice brought Heather out of her thoughts. She turned to the short haired woman who was holding out a scoped M4A1 to her, "You're gonna need this."
Heather took M4A1 from her, offering her a grateful nod of her head, "Thanks."
Carol took out a scoped machine rifle from the bag and aimed it down the sights to get a better look at the area below her and Heather. Heather followed her example and looked through the scope of her new M4A1. She saw some people taking care of the walkers the same way she and her group taking care of them back in the prison. Carol spotted a huge propane tank standing on the other side of the fence, immediately coming up with a plan how to get the fence open for the walkers.
"I have an idea." She said as the people on the other side of the fence began fleeing at the view of a huge herd of the undead walking towards them, "I don't know if you're going to like it, though."
"Does it have to do with that propane tank?" Heather wanted to be sure as she noticed the propane tank as well
Carol nodded in confirmation, "Yes."
"Let's do this." Heather agreed with Carol's idea.
"Set up the fireworks in Tyreese's gun." Carol said, "I will take care of the tank."
Heather nodded in understanding. She set up a single firework in the barrel of Tyreese's rifle and put it against the fence, having the firework aimed in the direction of Terminus. Carol fired her scoped machine rifle three times and the last shot hit the propane tank, causing some steam to pour out of it. She looked down at Heather and nodded her head at her.
Heather nodded in response and lit up the firework. It lanched and flied right towards the propane tank, hitting it. It blew up, causing a huge explosion that killed a lot of walkers who happened to be nearby when the explosion happened and created a huge hole in the fence, allowing the other walkers to enter Terminus. She and Carol exchanged glances one more time, knowing what they should do next, without exchanging any words with each other.
They grabbed their stuff and started making their way towards the walkers, intending to blend in with them and enter Terminus.
Everyone in the building slowly got themselves back on the feet after the explosion outside knocked them down to the floor, wondering what was going on. It wasn't over, though, because more gunshots could be heard from the outside. Something was clearly not right and Gareth and Scott wanted to know what was happening in their community.
"The hell was that?" Scott asked as he got up from the floor.
Gareth stood up from the floor as well and exchanged a confused look with Scott. He pointed at the man with the knife and them man with a baseball bat, "You stay here."
"Gareth, these guys aren't going anywhere." The man with a baseball bat said.
"Stay here until we know what's happening!" Gareth shouted, rushing out of the room with Scott.
"So we just sit here?" The man with a knife questioned his friend after Gareth and Scott rushed out of the room.
"Got a job to do." The man with a baseball bat replied, looking down at Ezekiel.
Rick continued to saw off his restrains with a sharpened piece of wood, knowing that he was close to freeing himself from his restrains. He just needed a little bit more time. He was given exactly as much time as he needed, because the the man with a baseball bat and the man with a knife did nothing to him and his group for the next few minutes. They just waited for Gareth and Scott to return for a few minutes, or to say anything to them through their radios.
"You there, Gareth?" The man with a knife called out for Gareth on his radio, starting to panic because the two men who were leading Terminus never returned to him and his friend, "Or you Scott?"
The man with a baseball bat shrugged his shoulders, "They're busy."
"You smell the smoke?" The man with a knife shouted, panic evident in his voice, "You hear the shots? They could be dead. The hell we doing here? The whole place could be going up."
"You went on one roundup and you blew protocol." The man with a baseball bat came closer to him, "We don't deal with security. That ain't our job." The man with a knife shook his head at him and turned away, "Hey, look at me."
The man with a knife turned around to look at him again, "What?"
He never got to hear what the other man had to say as Rick, knowing that it was the right time to act, jumped to his feet and stabbed the man with a baeball bat in the neck with his piece of wood. The man with a knife began pleading for mercy, but Rick didn't listen to a single word he said to him and stabbed him in his chest, then in his neck, killing him.
"Rick!" Chef called out for his Rick, his voice muffled.
Rick ran over to him and ungagged and untied him, and then proceeded to do the same thing to Bob, Daryl, Duncan, Trent, Glenn and Ezekiel until each member of his group was free.
"If they got problems." Chef said, getting himself on his feet, "We got a chance."
"It sounded like a bomb." Glenn stated.
"Sounds like a damn war." Daryl stated.
"We need to find some weapons." Chef said as he eyed the room, quickly spotting a table with a bunch of knives on it, "Right there."
The group of eight quickly walked over to the table and each grabbed a weapon. Glenn picked up the baseball bat that was almost used on Ezekiel as Ezekiel grabbed the knife that was almost used on him.
"Guys." Trent said, clearly disturbed by these people were doing as he stood up, eyeing the room he was in in disgust, "What the hell is wrong with these people?"
"That ain't people, Elvis." Duncan replied as he patted Trent's shoulder, "Not anymore."
Trent nodded in agreement as he couldn't help but agree with Duncan. Whatever these people were doing crossed the line a long time ago. Cannibalism wasn't the answer. It wasn't justifiable, even in todays world standards. Weren't the walkers eating enough of them?
"T-They were gonna eat us." Ezekiel stuttered out nervously, breathing heavily as he was clearly disturbed by what would happen to him and his group if it wasn't for the explosion, "They were gonna eat us!"
Noticing how Ezekiel was reacting to what happening around him, Chef walked over to the homeschool and placed his hand on his shoulder to comfort him, "Don't think about it, soldier. What we need to think about now is saving our people and escaping this place."
Ezekiel nodded his head as he calmed down a bit, knowing that Chef was right.
Bob was about to bring his knife down at the now dead man with a knife but Rick stopped him from doing so, "Don't. Let him turn."
"It's still much less than what they deserve." Chef added.
Carol and Heather proceeded to make their way through Terminus, walking among of the undead as if they were one of them. They passed by a woman who was screaming in agony as three walkers were feasting upon their flesh but neither of them felt sorry for her. The two of them glanced ahead of themselves and noticed some of walkers ahead of them falling on the ground, dead. Someone was taking care of the walkers from the roof.
Not wanting to take the risk of getting shot in the head, Heather and Carol stepped away from the walkers and stopped next to the door to another building. They looked through the scopes of their guns and began searching for the people who were getting rid of the undead. Carol quickly spotted one of them. It was a bearded man with an AK47 who was standing on their level.
She pulled the trigger a single bullet to the head was enough to take the man down. Heather looked through the scope of her M4A1 and spotted a man standing on top of the roof a few seconds later. She aimed her gun at him and pulled the trigger, firing a single bullet. The man got hit in the head and fell off the roof like a ton of bricks, landing on the ground, dead.
Unfortunely for them, they had to change directions, because a few walkers that happened to be nearby heard the shots and turned around towards them. Not having any other option, Carol and Heather entered the building next to them, shutting the door behind them, before the undead could get to them.
Rick, Chef, Duncan, Daryl, Ezekiel, Trent, Glenn and Bob entered some sort of storage where the people from Terminus were keeping meat which came from the human beings they have murdered, before the group of eight stumbled upon this community. This storage looked like something you'd see in a butcher house, but this time, the meat came from humans, not animals. The group was shocked and disgusted by the view in front of them, some of them feeling like they were about to vomit out of disgust.
Ezekiel covered his mouth, disgusted by the view in front of him. No one could blame him for feeling like that, "I think I'm going to be sick, eh."
"You were right, Duncan." Trent said to Duncan, shaking his head, "That ain't people, not anymore."
"Cross any of these people, you kill them." Rick said, "Don't hesitate. They won't."
"You don't need to tell me twice, Rick." Chef said, "These people crossed the line a long time. I may not be the one to judge, but they don't deserve to live."
The group started readying themselves to move out of the building. Bob picked up a machete from the table and so did Trent, Chef picked up a meat cleaver from the same table, Daryl broke off a metal bar from the table to use it a as weapon and Duncan picked up a large sharp knife from the table. They walked over to the exit and looked through it, noticing a few walkers banging against the train car ahead of them.
"If we run, we can get by them." Rick said, "They're distracted."
"We got to let those people out." Glenn said, looking at the train car, "That's still who we are. It's got to be."
"Glenn is right, eh." Ezekiel agreed with Glenn, "We can't left anyone behind in this place, even if it's someone not from our group."
Rick stared at Glenn and Ezekiel for a second and nodded his head. The group of eight rushed out of the building and ran over to the train car. It was just a matter of a few seconds before all of the walkers surrounding the train car ended up on the ground, dead. After taking care of the undead, Glenn went over to the entrance to the train car and opened it.
The flithy man with a long brown beard rushed out of the train, practically shoving himself at Glenn, "We're the same!" Glenn pushed the man away from him and then, the crazed man shoved him at Duncan, "We're them!"
"Back off!" Duncan shouted as he pushed the crazed man away from him.
"We're the same." The crazed man laughed, saying his last words before a walker lunged at him from the side and brought him down to the ground, beginnng to feast on his flesh.
Glenn killed the walker feasting on the unknown crazed man with his baseball bat as Chef grabbed him by the back of his clothes, bringing him back to him and the rest of the group when a large group of walkers started passing by them. The group of eight took a quick shelter from the walkers behind the train car, making sure they wouldn't be noticed by the walkers passing by them.
Heather and Carol entered a room that was filled with hundreds of all kinds of stuff, starting with clothes, going to weapons, to accessories and ending with children's toys. Carol walked over to one table and noticed a familiar watch laying on top of it. It was the watch that she had given Rick and Chef the last time she saw them, back on the run when they stumbled upon Sam and his girlfriend Ana.
She picked it up and hid it in her pocket before noticing another familiar item on the table with weapons. It was Daryl's crossbow. She walked over to the table and picked it up. She threw it over her shoulder, intending to give it back to Daryl the next time she'll see him.
Heather narrowed his eyes when she recognized some of the items as well. Geoff's machete was here and so was, Chris' Glock, Eva's hammer, Izzy's hunting knife and... Alejandro's tomahawk. He was here. Alejandro was here. These were people were keeping him locked up somewhere in this place. She picked up all the familiar things she noticed on the table and hid them in the bag.
She and Carol looked at each other and exchanged glances before walking out of the room.
Rick, Chef, Duncan, Daryl, Ezekiel, Trent, Glenn and Bob were still waiting being the train car, waiting for the walkers to pass by them, but there seemed to be no end for the undead, because they just kept coming.
Bob shook his head, keeping his eyes on the herd, "We got to double back."
"We can't, soldier." Chef shook his head at Bob's idea, "A is that way. We go back, we don't know where we are."
"We don't really have a choice, do we?" Daryl questioned.
They heard gunshots nearby and noticed how the walkers passing by them started falling on the ground, dead. It meant only one thing and Rick knew what he had too next, "Stay here."
He ran out of his cover as Trent called out after him, "Rick! What are you doing?"
Rick ran over to a car and hid behind. He looked at the rear view mirror and used the reflection of it to determine what was going on. He saw a few people who were gunning down the walkers walking forward themselves, unaware they were being watched by him. A walker approached him from behind but didn't do anything to him as Daryl came in his rescue and stabbed the walker through it's head with his weapon.
Rick and Daryl exchanged nods as Chef, Duncan, Ezekiel, Trent, Glenn and Bob approached them, wanting to know what Rick was planning to do. Rick waited until each person from Terminus passed by them and rushed out of his cover. He made his way to one man in the back of the group and stabbed him in the back, killing him.
He took AK47 from the now dead man and aimed it at the people in front of him, before opening fire. It was just a matter of seconds before all of the people in front of him ended up on the ground, wounded and unable to move. He eyed his surroundings and moved over to the closest wounded person, taking AK47 and a colt from them. He turned away from the wounded person and made his way back to his group.
He gave one AK47 to Chef who offered him a thankful nod of his head, happy that he will have a gun to defend himself, not just a meat cleaver. Rick nodded back at him and gave the colt to Bob, "We're going to have to double back."
Carol and Heather entered the memorial room with names painted on the floor, with the lit up candles being the only source of light in it. The two of them carefully walked through the room, eyeing it. Carol took her attention off the names on the floor and and candles when Heather nudged her. She looked at her, wanting to know what she wanted from her and Heather pointed at the large inscription on the wall.
"Drop your weapons and turn around. I want to see your face." Mary demanded as she appeared behind them, aiming her pistol at them. When Carol and Heather remained unresponsive, she shouted, "Now!"
Heather and Carol exchanged glances as they lowered their guns, pretending to be putting them on the floor, knowing what to do next. They quickly turned around and opened fire at Mary who quickly reacted to it and ducked down, landing on the floor, her pistol falling out of her grasp. She began crawling towards it as Carol instantly spotted it and ran over to the pistol, kicking it away from Mary.
Mary was jumped back on her feet and was about to shove herself at Carol, but stopped herself from doing so when she saw Heather aiming her M4A1 at her, looking to be ready to kill at any moment. She stopped where stood, her gaze set on Heather, knowing how badly it will end up her if she'll try to attack Carol. She sighed in defeat.
Carol made her way back to Heather, offering her a grateful look and nod of her head. Heather nodded her head back at Carol. The short haired woman stopped next to Heather and aimed her scoped machine rifle at Mary who remained where she stood, just staring at them.
Mary let out a sigh, her gaze set on the two women aiming their guns at her, "The signs... they were real. It was a sanctuary. People came and took this place."
"Just tell me where..." Carol began but was cut off by Mary.
Mary continued, breaking into tears, "And they raped and they killed and they laughed over weeks. But we got out and we fought and we got it back. And we heard the message. You're the butcher... or you're the cattle."
"We don't care about your sob story." Heather said as she felt no sympathy for Mary, not caring about a single word that left her mouth, "Everyone has been through something in this world. Whatever you've been through doesn't give you an excuse to do whatever you were doing to the people who trusted your signs and your messages."
"The men they pulled from that train car, where are they?" Carol asked as she just like Heather ignored Mary's story.
When Mary remained silent, refusing to answer to Carol's question, Heather pulled the trigger of her M4A1 and shot her in the leg, "My friend asked you a question! Where. Are. Our. People!"
Mary let out a painful gasp as she collapsed on the floor, clutching her wounded leg in pain, "Now... point it at my head." She laughed, "You could have listened to what the world is telling you."
"You lead people here and you take what they have and you kill them?" Carol asked, her gun still aimed at Mary, "Is that what this place is?"
"No, not at first." Mary replied, "It's what it had to be. And we're still here."
"You're not here." Heather was about to pull the trigger and end Mary's life, but Carol stopped her from doing so.
"Don't." The short haired woman lowered her gun and placed her hand on Heather's shoulder, "Don't waste your bullets on her."
Heather shifted her gaze between Carol and Mary and nodded, "You're right."
They turned away from Mary. Heather walked over to the exit from the building as Carol picked up Daryl's crossbow from the floor. The short haired woman walked over to Heather who opened the exit, letting the walkers into the building. The undead completely ignored them and started walking towards Mary.
"No! No! No! Oh! No, God! No! No!" Mary screamed as Heather and Carol walked out of the building, leaving her to be eaten alive. They didn't even pay attention to the painful screams Mary let out when the undead descended upon her and ripped her apart.
The group was still trapped in the train car, working hard on finishing their makeshift weapons. Harold looked up from his work once he was certain it was ready and looked Eugene who was working on opening the door ever since the gunfire outside of it started.
"What's the cure, Eugene?" He questioned him.
"It's classified." Eugene replied, his attention set on his work.
Noah let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes, "Here we go again with this excuse."
Harold looked at Noah with a questioning look on his face, "What do you mean by that?"
"He uses the same excuse everytime when I asked him something about the cure." Noah explained.
"You leave him be." Abraham told them, mostly to Noah, knowing how many times Noah tried to interrogate Eugene about the cure.
"No. I won't." Noah told Abraham in response as he set his gaze on Eugene, "I'm done with listening to the same excuse over and over again from you. You want us to risk our asses for you? You can tell us what we can except when we get you to Washington and don't think about using this excuse again."
"He's right, dude." Geoff agreed with Noah, "We're surviving together now, Eugene. You're one of us now. You can trust us with the information about your mission."
"Even if I told you all, even if I provided step-by-step instructions complete with illustrations and a well-composed FAQ and I went red-ring, the cure would still die with me." Eugene explained as Noah looked at him as suspicious of him as ever.
"I'm not gonna let that happen." Abraham told Eugene.
"The best-case scenario, we step out into a hellstorm of bullets, fire, and walkers. I'm not fleet of foot. I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence." Eugene said.
"Yeah, but we can and we will." Michonne replied.
"You don't owe us anything." Izzy said, "Not yet. But we just want to hear it."
"You don't have to." Rosita said to Eugene.
"Yes. He has to." Noah said, making Rosita glare at him. Noah ignored her glare and added, "If he wants us to risk our asses for him."
Eugene hesitated for a second but ultimately stood up, responding to their questions, "I was part of a 10-person team at the Human Genome Project to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms. Fire with fire. Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them. Fire with fire. All things being equal, it does sound pretty badass."
"...Okay." Gwen broke the silence that formed in the train car after Eugene's explanation, "I'm just gonna pretend I understood what any of that meant."
"So let's get back to work." Maggie said.
They all turned to the door when they heard someone messing with it. Rick slid the door to the train car open, with Chef, Daryl, Glenn, Trent, Ezekiel, Bob and Duncan fighting off the undead behind him. He held his AK47 in ready and declared, "Come on! Fight to the fence!"
He didn't have to repeat himself. Everyone rushed out of the train car right after. Rick hugged Carl, Gwen exchanged glances with Trent, Chris exchanged looks with Chef, Izzy hugged Ezekiel and Geoff patted Duncan's shoulder.
"Do not leave his side!" Abraham shouted, referring to Eugene.
The group pushed themselves into run, running towards closest fence. The entire area around them was engulfed in smoke and walkers. It was only a matter of time before Terminus would end up being completely overrun by the undead. They started using their makeshift weapons to take out every walkers in their way to the fence, making sure to keep them away from Eugene.
They reached the fence after a few moments of fighting their way to it. Rosita ran over to the fence and stabbed the walker on the other side of it through the head, killing it and turned around to look at the rest, "Up and over!"
"Let's go! Move!" Alejandro shouted, making his way to the fence as everyone started climbing over it to safety, Eugene being the first one to climb over it.
Rick and Chef were staying in the back of the group, buying them enough time to make it over the fence. The two of them glanced upwards at the roof of the building ahead of them as they saw Gareth, Scott, Rachel and Norm rush into the roof of the said building. They didn't hesitate to open fire at them the moment they appeared in their view.
Gareth aimed handgun at Rick's group the moment Rick and Chef opened fire at him and his group. He fell backwards and landed on the ground after he got hit in the shoulder. Norm quickly forgot about Rick's group when he saw how Gareth got shot. He lowered his Spas 12 and rushed to his leaders side, checking his wound, wanting to make sure if it was anything severe or not.
Scott aimed his Lancaster long rifle at Rick's group and was about to open fire at them, but didn't got the chance to pull the trigger, because, one of the bullets fired his way by Rick's group grazed his head, making him fall backwards on the ground. Seeing this, Rachel quickly dropped her UMP 45 on the ground and hurried over to Scott's side, worried for her boyfriend.
"Let's go!" Abraham screamed to Rick and Chef as he and Daryl and Chris were waiting for them. The walkers were getting closer and closer to them as Rick and Chef made their way to the fence. Chris, Daryl and Rick climbed over the fence, followed by Chef. Abraham was the first one from them to climb over it. He climbed over it just as the walkers reached it, with one of them reaching out for his leg, but thankfully Abraham made it over the fence in time.
They started running away from fence, making their way into the woods right after everyone got over the fence, leaving the burning overrun Terminus behind them. Rick, Daryl, Chef and Chris led them to the spot in the forest where they burried the bag with their weapons right before they entered Terminus. Daryl wiped the leaves away and picked up the shovel. He handed it to Rick who knelt down and started to dig.
"The hell are we still around here for?" Abraham wanted to know.
"Guns, some supplies." Rick replied as put the shovel aside and pulled out the bag, unzipping it, "Go along the fences. Use the rifles. Take out the rest of 'em."
"What?" Leshawna asked as Rick handed Chris his rifle.
Rick looked up at her, "They don't get to live."
"Rick's right. We can't let those people live." Chef agreed with Rick as Rick handed him his M16 and Cyrus' Beretta, "Whatever they were doing in Terminus crossed the line a long time ago."
"Guys, we got out." Glenn said as Rick handed Duncan his bow and his Colt Model 933, "It's over."
"It's not over till they're all dead." Rick said as he pulled out his Python and loaded it.
"The hell it isn't." Rosita said, "That place is on fire. Full of walkers."
"The walkers will do the job." Trent said as Rick handed Duncan Micah's Striker 12, "There's no need to return to that hellhole. The people there will either die or run."
"Exactly. They will run." Chef said, "We just destroyed their home. We can't risk the survivors going after us."
Chris nodded his head, seeing the point in Rick's and Chef's way of thinking, "Rick and Chef are right, guys. We can't risk it."
"Harold." Duncan said as he approached Harold, holding Micah's Striker's 12 out to the nerd, "You like shotguns, right? Take it."
"Thanks, man." Harold smiled as he took Striker 12 from Duncan. His old shotgun which he had used since Atlanta was taken away from him by the people from Terminus. At least he will have something to defend himself. He took his eyes off Duncan and eyed his new gun, "Striker 12? Where did you find this?" He looked up from his new shotgun and saw Duncan's new bow, "A new bow? Where did you get that?"
Duncan's face darkened as Joe's group flew through his mind, "From some bastards that got what they deserved."
Harold and Geoff exchanged glances when they saw how Duncan's face darkened at Harold's question. The nerd decided to not push the subject as Rick continued to hand out the guns to the people from his group who had their guns taken away by the people from Terminus. Tony's M16 was given to Geoff, Lucas' Ruger American Ranch was given to Izzy, Dan's AK47 was given to Gwen, Joe's rifle was given to Glenn, Harley's M1 Garand was given to Maggie, Lou's Uzi was given to Tara and Billy's Uzi was given to Trent.
The rest of the group such as Ezekiel, Alejandro, Leshawna and Noah were given handguns, because they were the only guns left in the bag when their turn came, with Ezekiel getting Billy's hatchet, which the homeschool had used to kill it's former owner, along with the handgun.
It was when they turned around and saw two people approaching them from behind, those people being Carol and Heather. Alejandro immediately pushed himself into run and practically leaped himself at Heather, embracing her in a long tight hug, simply happy to see his girlfriend alive and well after what happened at the prison. Heather smiled and returned his hug, before pressing her lips against his. Alejandro wasted no time and returned the kiss.
When Daryl saw Carol standing next to Heather, his eyes lit up. He instantly ran over to her and embraced her in a tight long hug. Carol didn't even hesitate to hug him back. Duncan followed Daryl, smilling widely at the view of Carol. Daryl was close to crying when he released Carol from the hug, allowing Duncan to hug as well. Carol wasted no time and returned Duncan's hug, happy to see him again as much as she was happy to see Daryl again.
Rick and Chef smiled and went over to Carol and Heather, with everyone from their group who knew these two following them. Heather and Alejandro ended their embrace, with the latter being close to crying, happy that his brothers attack didn't took his beloved one away from him.
Rick looked at Heather, "Did you do that?"
"Yes." Heather nodded her head and titled her head towards Carol, "But I wasn't alone."
Rick turned around to look at Carol who was released from the embrace by Duncan. He walked over to her as Carol smiled at him, even though tears were forming in her eyes. He embraced her in strong hug, "Thank you, both of you."
Rick released Carol from the embrace shorty after and allowed Chef to hug her, "We owe you our lives. I don't know what would happen if you two didn't save us."
He and Carol ended their embrace after a few seconds. The co-host of Total Drama turned his gaze towards Heather and looked at her with a proud look on his face, showing her how much she was proud of her without doing much. Heather just smiled at him and nodded her head.
"Girl, you crazy." Leshawna smiled at Heather as she approached the said, shaking her head. She offered Heather a quick hug and shifted her gaze towards Carol, "Both of you. You burned the entire place to the ground!"
"Words can't describe how grateful we are all to both of you for what you did." Gwen nodded in agreement. He chuckled internally, because before all of this started, she would never except that she would be find herself in a situation where she'd be thanking Heather for saving her life.
"You have to come with us." Carol declared as Heather nodded in agreement.
They didn't have to repeat themselves. They began leading their group to the cabin they were staying at, to the cabin where they left Tyreese, Bridgette and Judith at. Heather smiled to herself as she felt how Alejandro's hand clutched her own, feeling how she made peace with herself, feeling how one thought which was plaguing since the fall of Hershel's farm was destroyed.
She used to have second thoughts about it for a long time, but now she was certain about it.
She had redeemed herself and Tyler didn't die for nothing.
It took Carol and Heather a few minutes to led their group to the cabin they were staying and during this few minutes Heather made sure to give the things she found in one of the rooms back in Terminus back to their rightful owners. Chris' Glock returned to him, Alejandro's tomahawk returned to him, Izzy's hunting knife returned to her and Geoff's machete returned to him.
The only thing that didn't return to their owner was Eva's hammer, because it's owner was unfortunely gone. It was when Heather found out about Eva's demise by the hands of Jose back the prison. She offered her condolences to Izzy, Noah and Ezekiel when she found out about Eva's death and Cody's death, now wishing that she searched for Cody's and Noah's chess set in the room where she and Carol found the things that belonged to their group.
The group could see Tyreese and Bridgette coming out of the cabin, with the latter holding Judith in her arms. Rick immediately dropped his stuff and pushed himself into run towards them, running to them as fast as he could with tears forming in his eyes, with Carl running closely behind him. Sasha was running behind them with reunite with her brother and Geoff was running behind them reunite with Bridgette.
Rick took Judith from Bridgette's grasp the moment he reached them and embraced her, feeling how a massive wave of relief, caused by her turning out to be alive after all, washed through his body. Carl felt the same thing as he joined the embrace. Tyreese and Sasha hugged each other tightly, crying tears of happiness as Geoff and Bridgette shared a deep kiss before embracing each other in a long loving hug.
The rest of the group watched the reunions with smiles on their face. Harold titled his head to the side when he felt how someone clutched his hand. It was Leshawna. She looked at him with a smile on her face and he returned it. Carol and Michonne smiled at the view of Rick and Carl reuniting with Judith. The two mothers who lost their child were simply happy to see Rick reunite with his youngest child.
Rick showed how grateful he was to Tyreese for saving Judith's life by placing his hand on his shoulder with a firm grip. Tyreese did the same in response, nodding his head at Rick. Rick turned away from Tyreese a few seconds later, knowing that there were two more people he had to thank for saving Judith. Heather shrugged her shoulders with a smile as Bridgette didn't get to see Rick's and Carl's grateful looks as she was too celebrating her reunion with Geoff.
It have been a few minutes since the group was fully reunited with each other. They were all standing outside of cabin. Michonne, Carl, Daryl, Chef and Chris were standing around Rick who was holding Judith. The rest of the group was split up in their own smaller groups, talking with each other or doing something else.
"Hey, Duncan." Bridgette walked over to Duncan and hugged him, "I'm glad to see you again."
Duncan smiled and returned her hug, "It's good to see you too, Malibu."
Bridgette released Duncan from the hug, "I just wish DJ was here."
Duncan sighed, nodding in agreement, "Me too."
"You're not the only ones." Geoff said in a saddened manner, making Duncan and Bridgette looked at him, "But I'm sure he would be happy to see all of reunited if he could see us right now."
Duncan and Bridgette smiled at Geoff, knowing that he was right.
Carol and Heather noticed some dead walkers laying around the cabin that weren't there where they left Tyreese, Bridgette and Judith with Martin. They walked over to the dark skinned man and asked him about what happened with Martin when they were gone.
"What happened?" Carol asked him.
"There were a bunch of walkers out here and he got his hands around Judith's neck." Tyreese explained. Carol and Heather were about to head into the cabin, with the intention of making Martin pay for what he was about to do to Judith, but Tyreese stopped them from doing so, "No, he's dead. I had to. I took care of him after Bridgette took Judith to safety."
"You did the right thing, Ty." Heather said as Tyreese nodded his head at her, looking a bit uncomfortable.
Rick looked in the direction of the smoke which was coming from Terminus, "I don't know if the fire is still burning."
"It is." Carol told him.
"Yeah." Rick nodded, "We need to go."
"Yeah, but where?" Daryl asked.
"Somewhere far away from there." Rick responded.
"Sounds good enough for me." Gwen agreed with Rick's idea.
"We'll talk to him." Abraham said to Rosita about talking with Rick about Eugene and their mission to get him to Washington, "Not just yet."
The large group gathered all of their things and walked away from the cabin, coming across some train tracks a few minutes later. The group started walking along the train tacks, walking away from Terminus. They passed by a Terminus sign a few minutes later, but most of them ignored it, not even taking a look at it, with Rick being the only exception.
He stopped in front of the sign and used the mud covered cloth to cross out most of the words. He took a quick glance at the sign after he was done with correcting it, before catching up to the rest of the group.
NO SANCTUARY
THEN
The exit from the train car was slid open, giving the people inside of it some light, the first one they had in hours and Mary was thrown onto ground. Everyone glanced at the open exit from the train car as Gareth and Alex immediately rushed over to their mothers side.
"Where's Rachel!?" Scott screeched as his jumped to his feet. He charged at the man standing in the exit from the train car, with nothing but rage in his eyes, "Where's my girlfriend, you son of a bitch!?"
He never got the hear the answer to his question as he was punched right in the face. He collapsed on the ground, clutching his cheek in pain as Norm crawled over to his side and began checking on him. Scott glared up at the man that just punched him in the face. He was tried being the good man to all the people in this new world, he even helped to put the signs, and it got to the point of being trapped in some dark train car. It was when he made a single decision that will change everything.
He decided that from now on, he and his people always will come first, no matter what, no matter the cost, no matter what will he and his people will have to do to survive.
The man that just punched Scott shined some light at some woman lone woman sitting in the corner of the train car, "That one."
"No!" The woman screamed for mercy, but her words fell deaf on their ears. She was dragged out of the train car, screaming and kicking, begging them to leave her alone, "Not again, please!"
"Mom." Gareth said to his mom to comfort her as Alex was hugging her tightly, not thinking about letting go off her, "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."
The man that just punched Scott knelt down in front of Gareth and his family and smiled at them, "No, it's not."
He laughed and punched Gareth in the side of the head with his flashlight. Mary screamed as the hit send Gareth flying to the side. He got up from his kneeling position and walked out of the train car, closing the door behind him.
Gareth crawled back to his crying mother and his brother, "We're gonna take it back."
"How?" Alex asked as he was close to crying himself, pressing his forehead against his mothers head.
"We will." Gareth responded. He shifted his gaze from his mom and brother at Scott. He and the ginger haired young man exchanged glances, coming to a mutual agreement, without exchanging any words with each other, "You either the butcher, or the cattle."
Here we go with season 5!
I'm sorry for not updating this story for a over a month. I wanted to take a small break from this story and update some of my other stories.
At the end of this chapter, I have a question for you:
Who do you think will join Abraham's group? (Pick 5 characters)
Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.