Chapter 47: Escape


KPOV

~A few days ago~

Waking up in the morning, I thought it best that now that we had Michonne back, we would go and get Carl's shoe. Myself and Carl made our way, while Michonne went to go check up on our dad. Following Carl's directions, I found myself outside a door with his writing on it. "All right," I said as I started creating a plan. "I need you to get ready, because I'm going to go in there and I'm going to get your shoe," I stated what I was going to do. "Ready?" I asked him as I got into a stance. "Go!" I shouted as he opened the door.

As Carl opened the door, the walker made his way to meet me. Kicking him in the gut, I groaned in pain from the impact it did to my side. Gripping to my side, I limped my way into the room and found Carl's shoe. Sounds of gurlging and snarling alerted me that the walker had got to his feet again. Turning quick, I pulled out my knife and went to kill him, except he was pushing me back, against a wall and his teeth were snapping in my face. Next thing I saw, was a knife come out the other end of his forehead. Panting, he fell to the floor. Dead.

Glancing up, I saw it was Carl who had in fact saved me. "Thanks," I gasped at him, panting and clutching to my side. Crouching a little, I tried to regain my breath and ducked down to pick up Carl's shoe. "Here," I spoke as I held out his shoe to him. Knowing he'd need it, I felt a little faint after the attack I had done to the walker. I should of had my knife out the moment he walked towards me. I should have known he'd no longer be by the window when we'd walk up.

Taking it from me, his eyes were no longer wide or afraid of what was close to happening to me. "Thanks," Carl mumbled softly as he took it from me, had a seat on the bed and slipped his shoe on. Fastening the laces, he got up and looked at me strangely. "Do you ever get tired of this?" he asked me out of the blue.

Standing up straighter, I slid my knife back into my holster and stared at him confused. "Of what?" I asked him, unsure of what he was asking me. "Killing walkers?" I questioned, knowing that killing walkers wasn't that much of a big deal. Except, it depended on how one saw it all. They were once people before all this. It's sad to think this is what they've become.

Carl took a step closer to me. "No," he shook his head as he too got to his feet and straightened up. "Of risking your life for us," he informed me of what he had meant. "You never think about what could happen," he spoke as though this was the truth. "Dad always tells us, one slip up and its all over," he reminded me of what our father taught us. "I finally understand what he means now," he told me as his bright blues collided with mine. "Don't you know how hard it would be for me not to have you here?" he questioned me, as though there was a pain in his heart.

We were both silent, my heart was pounding and I didn't know what to say. I knew what it would of felt like to lose him. I didn't want that feeling again. I couldn't. "I've lost mom, lost Judith," he listed with a sad tone, a hurt expression crossing his face. "I can't lose you too," he whispered ever so quietly up at me. "Not again," he shook his head firmly.

Everything he was saying, I could feel it and I knew he meant it all. "Carl," I began with a sigh and a step closer to him. "I'm not going anywhere," I assured him. "I promise," I said firmly to him. "I'm going to keep fighting until I can't anymore," I stated what I was going to do. "But, if there was ever the chance of me having to sacrifice myself..." I paused so I could place my hand on his shoulder.

His bright eyes stared up at me, waiting for my answer and listening to my every word. "All so that either you or dad can live, I'll do it," I informed him, the honesty in my voice and expression was real. My tone serious. "Because risking my life for you two...is the only way I'll ever go down," I told him. "It's the only way I want to go down," I admitted sadly, knowing that sacrificing myself was the only way I'd want to die.

Carl took in my words, my serious tone and the truth behind my eyes. His eyes looked sad, his lips trembled slightly, but I saw how he gulped and tried to regain his composure. "But I-" he wanted to try and tell me his point of view. To give me his opinion on what I had said, maybe to even convince me that I shouldn't die like that, or even think it. But I couldn't.

Not letting him finish his words, I sighed and hit my hands against my outer thighs. "Life is shorter now than it ever was Carl," I stated to him, knowing that danger was around every corner now. "Make the most of it and try not to think about loss too much," I tried to encourage him. "It's always happened and always will happen," I reminded him. "But, danger is always going to be biting at our toes," I said honestly, knowing that danger was inevitable in this world.

He was taking in my words, listening to what I had to say and kept quiet. His eyes glued to mine and his expression was serious. Like he was trying to make sense of it all. "We just need to keep surviving and keep calm," I encouraged him, knowing that using this strategy, we could live. "Keep on top of it," I nod once and stared into his eyes.

In that moment, I could hear footsteps come up the steps, Carl's eyes were glued to mine and he didn't say anything. Pulling away, quickly the pair of us pulled out our knives and were ready to kill any walkers. Seeing Michonne step up, we both lowered our weapons and she looked at us both curious and surprised. "You guys okay?" she asked us.

Slipping our weapons back into their safe place, Carl was the first to look up at her and smile. I was going to answer, but he did instead. "Yeah, we're fine," Carl said with a nod to Michonne. "We always are," he spoke calmly and looked up at me with a small smile. His eyes shone, a smile formed along his lips and I knew he meant what he said. Smiling to myself, I couldn't help the small giggle and this only made Michonne chuckle in return. Leaving the area, I let Carl go in-front of me and Michonne lead the way. Back to our father.


Present day...NPOV

All of the survivors had began searching for things to use as weapons. Rick was the one who spotted the wood inside the cart they were in. Cutting down chunks as well as he could, he made some stakes and handed them around. Sasha began to make work of her buttons, while others began using their belts and other items that could be sharpened. Carl had broken apart his jacket, using the zipper to make it sharper and so he could use it as a weapon.

Michonne had started using the wooden chunks as pieces to use on the holster that held her sword. While Kat, began to use a huge chunk of wood to create a knife and a makeshift machete. Before they got to work, they had introduced themselves to the knew people and began to speak of what they had been through. Of what they had done before all of this, as to how they got here and knew that these people were bad.

Abraham was one of the first to talk. "They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go," he told everyone. "We just got here, but, damn, it was time to go," he sighed, as his original plan was to get to Terminus, get a car and leave. "When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm," he informed everyone of what he had witnessed.

Sasha had told them of what happened, but was concerned for her brother and if he survived the prison attack. "Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha asked, worried for her brother and his safety. Everyone had been working away, trying to get weapons and save themselves for whatever was about to come.

"No," Michonne had replied. Sasha had felt relieved in hearing this news, but was worried as to if her brother had survived the attack on the prison. But something in her, told her he did. She knew he was tough and that he would of been smart.

Everyone had their own doubts and worry, but everyone worked hard in getting their weapons sharp enough. So they could all utilize it against those who had opposed a threat towards them. Which was everyone at Terminus. "Good," Sasha said, relieved that her brother was safe and out of this trap she was in.

Daryl had been asked about Beth, which led to Daryl explaining the story of what happened to him and the younger Greene. "Black car with a white cross painted on it," he said what he saw back by the house they took shelter in. "I tried to follow it. I tried," he told Maggie, who had listened to him and began to feel tears build in her eyes.

Maggie had been worried for her sister, but she didn't have a trail as to where her sister could be. But, somewhere in her, she felt relieved that Daryl was the one to be with her in that time of loss and confusion. "But she's alive?" she asked him, unsure of the answer but waiting to see what Daryl would tell her.

Something in Daryl told him that she was in fact, alive. That there was a greater chance she made it out, was only kidnapped and taken to be saved from the walkers. "She's alive," he assured her, from the amount of suspicion Daryl had about Beth. The entire time, Kat didn't speak, she allowed her father to do the talking for her. As she was still feeling strange from what happened with Joe's group, after what they attempted to do to her brother, along with the others and what she had to do. But most of all, she had left something unsaid with her brother, something that spun in her mind in a constant replay.


KPOV

We were all ready, using from shoe laces, to buttons, to belts and even wood from the walls, we needed to all have weapons. The sound of radios and people talking alerted us that they were getting closer. Myself, Glenn, Carl and Michonne were close together. "All right, got four of them pricks coming our way," Daryl told us as he peeped through the gap between the door.

All of us at the ready, we were in position, ready to fight and get out of this place. We needed shelter, we didn't want to be slaughtered. "Y'all know what to do," dad told us as he glanced at me and I gave him a nod. Knowing that Carl was my priority, protect him and kill anyone who got too close. "Go for their eyes first," he gave out instructions. "Then their throats," dad snarled, as though he already hated these people.

The sound of a man telling us to "Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now," made us all shuffle. Daryl got closer to us, Michonne was ready, Eugene looked frightened, Carl was stood beside me, Glenn was ready and Daryl was in front of me, prepared to fight beside Michonne. Footsteps on the roof made us all look up confused. What the hell? The sound of a door opening above our heads, then a small grenade fell down and onto the floor. Clanging against the floor, I tried to make out which type of grenade it was.

Suddenly, Abraham's eyes went wide and he shouted for us all to "Move!" Making us all jump back. Michonne shoved both me and Carl on the floor. Taking hold of Carl, I scooped him up into a hug and jumped us both into safety. While Michonne guided us to the floor and shielded us from the explosion it had made. Daryl and Glenn both were beside me, Carl was further down, along with Eugene as we all coughed. A gas had escaped the grenade as it exploded. A sound in my ears rang as I heard the door open, along with people walking closer. One stood above me, a gas mask covering his face and my head felt like it was under water.

Reaching to try and pick me up, one of them had taken Daryl and I tried to get the man to let go of me. Seeing how Daryl too tried to get the man off me, his hand went to grip the man's shoulder, but Daryl was too weak with the gas that had been entering our lungs. By surprise, Glenn was the one who kicked the guy away from me and was taken in my place. Feeling responsible, I wanted to fight back, but the pain I felt in my side and the heaviness of my lungs, made me lose the will to fight. To fall into the darkness and wait for strength to return to me.


RPOV

Just as I was being grabbed by one of the guys, I reached up and punched him hard in the face. I could hear Kat's coughing, along with everyone else moaning and groaning on their backs. Shoved onto the hard, cold ground, I found my head spinning and a ringing in my ear. Seeing a gas mask thrown onto the ground, I glanced up at the guy and saw he was wiping the blood off his face from my hit. A solid kick to my face and I was out.

Pulled to my feet, I was dragged down to an open room, my vision blurred and I could hear the sound of what I could imagine to be a saw. Chopping down meat, I could see some men butchering what faintly looked like a body. Burn. Feed. Wash. Written on what looked like carts where you'd place your laundry and felt something twist in my stomach. A gag in my mouth, eventually, my vision became clearer and I found myself staring at myself in the reflection.

Groaning, zipping and shuffling sounded behind me. People were being dragged along with me, while one held me, the other had my hands and feet tied behind my back in a zip tie. On my knees, I saw Daryl get pushed to his knees beside me, then Bob on the other side of me, then Glenn beside Daryl. After, four other guys walked in and when I saw the final one get placed to the ground. I recognized him. Sam. Sam was whimpering and so were the other men placed beside us.

Knives were beeing sharpened and the two men began walking towards Sam. His eyes had met mine, he was afraid and I was awaiting for what was to happen. With a hit to the back of his head with a baseball bat, he was out cold. Next thing the did, was the other took hold of Sam's hair and sliced along his neck, blood pouring out from his neck and draining down a sink. A man screamed, but it was muffled and the two men went along the line. Sam was the first to go. Bang. Slice. Splash. Bang. Slice. Splash. "Hey, guys. What were your shot counts?" Gareth said as he walked into the room.

"38," the guy with the bat informed him. Gareth was holding onto a small book in his hands, making sure to keep everything logged and so they knew what resources they had used. Fear didn't shake me, but I knew I needed to get us out of there. They were cannibals. Eating people like they were meant to be their dinner. This is no sanctuary. This is no community. These are cannibals. Liars.

Before Gareth got into the room, I had been clutching onto the piece of wood in my hands, attempting to set myself free from the zip tie. To get myself out of my restraint and so I could save us from this nightmare. Bang. Slice. Spash. Feeling worry when I saw them make their way to Glenn, I felt my body tremble as I saw Glenn shut his eyes and bite down on his gag. "Hey!" Gareth shouted, stopping the pair of them behind us from killing Glenn. "Your shot count?" Gareth questioned impatiently.

The other guy appologized, but Gareth calmly brushed it off and told him to check the shells when he was finished killing us. Not on my watch. Bob was shouting at Gareth, trying to get his attention and it all sounded muffled. Listing off the four they had killed from D, they were now listing us from cart A. "Hey, let me talk to you for a minute!" Bob mumbled over and over again.

Growing impatient, Gareth stepped towards Bob and pulled off the gag from his mouth. "What?" Gareth questioned, impatient and angered. His eyes were cool, an evil look about them that made me feel like he was more dangerous than the Governor. Shit. What is with people in this world? They lose their minds and do evil shit. Where is the good that comes out of this world?

Bob was shivering, I was still, trying to not make any quick or harsh movements. Attempting to slowly cut myself loose from my restraints. Daryl beside me stared at Gareth, Daryl's chest rising and falling quickly. "Don't do this," Bob pleaded to Gareth. "We can fix this," he tried to plead, to save our lives and convince Gareth to let us go.

"No, you can't," Gareth spoke boredly.

Gareth was about to silence Bob with his gag, but Bob wasn't going to let his chance to speak up pass him. "You don't have to do this!" he shouted, stopping Gareth from silencing him. "We told you there's a way out of all this. You just have to take a chance," he tried to convince Gareth. "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," he spoke to Gareth.

But, as I looked at Gareth, I could tell he wasn't easy to convince. That he wasn't going to listen to this and believe what Bob was telling him. "Can't go back, Bob," Gareth mumbled as he held the book close to him and pulled the gag to cover Bob's mouth. Making any words that escaped Bob muffled. Taking a step closer to me, he crouched down in-front of me and pulled my gag off.

Ignoring the blood that had collected in my mouth, it was only a little bit, but the gag had soaked it up. The stench of other people's mouths on it was tingling in my mouth and I had to spit it out. Gareth wiped the blood and spit that had collected onto my jacket. "We saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it," Gareth began to tell me. "Had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it," he informed me.

His eyes were dark, but light. It was as though he had hope before, but lost it and made me wonder what could of happened to this place. What made them turn to cannibalism? "What was in it?" he demanded of me. "You hid it, right? In case things went bad?" he questioned my motives when it came to the bag we had with us. "Smart," he complimented me. "Still, we'll find it. But it's too dangerous to go out there right now," he rambled on. "What was in it?" he asked again.

Before he had asked me again what was in it, he took hold of Bob's neck and forced him to lean over the drain. A knife placed beside Bob's eye, Bob looked frightened and I didn't want to tell the guy what we had hidden in the bag. "I'm curious. And it was a big bag," he told me. "You really gonna let me do this?" he questioned as he moved the knife closer to Bob's eye.

Knowing his small game, I knew I could play the game better. Glancing at his frame, he was small and scrawny. I knew I could take him down, that he wouldn't be a problem and that I could kill him with ease. "Well, let me take you out there," I told him. "I'll show you," I tried to convince him to let me take him out there, so we could be alone and I could kill him.

Shaking his head, he wasn't falling for my plan and wasn't going to let me get away with not telling him what was in the bag. "Not gonna happen," Gareth disagreed with my suggestion. "This might," he said as he moved Bob closer to the knife, the tip inches away from him and worry started to rise higher up.

Not wanting one of our own to get hurt, I liked Bob and respected him for his good, kind heart. But, also for his medical knowledge. "There's guns in it," I began. "AK-47, 44 Magnum. Automatic weapons. Nightscope," I listed all the loud and guns that we had. "There's a custom bow and a machete with a red handle," I told him of the silent weapons, the ones that could do the most damage in the right hands. Bow in Kats, machete in mine. "That's what I'm gonna use to kill you," I promised him.

Chuckling, he looked amused by my words and finally sighed after we finished our stare off. I was serious about what I was saying. These people were evil, killing people and giving false information. All so that they could survive in the worst ways. "Thanks," he mumbled before he placed the gag in my mouth once again. Gareth then began to give out orders, the guys accepted it and just as Gareth was about to leave, gunshots were heard and eventually, an explosion shook the earth. Making all of us fall to the floor on either our backs, sides or our fronts. Luckily, I had landed on my side and could descretely start cutting my restraints off.


DPOV

The asshole who was asking Rick questions and ignorning Bob had been pissing me off more than I thought was possible. Treating us like shit, like we were only meat for them to eat. How they slaughtered people and still expected us all to co-operate. Gareth had left, I was on my back and I was worried for all of us. Glad that Glenn was the one to save Kat from this mess, I knew that I should have tried harder in saving her. Rick was using the piece of wood to cut the ties. "Hey, look at me," one of the guys said as the other one began to panic.

In that moment, Rick had been free of his restraints and got to his feet. Using the same piece of wood, Rick jumped up to his feet and the moment the one guy turned around to face the other, Rick killed the guy, digging the tip of the wood into the guy's neck and rushed towards the other guy. Stabbing him in the neck, he then sliced a hole into the guy's gut and dumped him on the ground. Glenn shouted "Rick!" which made him make his way toward us and help us our of our restraints. We need to find the others and get the hell out of this place.


KPOV

We were all locked there, I had been knocked out by the gas and Carl was the one to slowly get me back up. Sitting in one corner, I was fixing my wooden objects and tried to get them as sharp as possible. "What the hell is going on?" Abraham asked as he banged on the door, curious as to why there were screams, gunshots and snarling going on. I think we're safer in here than what it is out there.

Michonne was the one to answer him, Carl was sat beside me, trying to make his own stake of wood sharp too and using whatever he could as a weapon. "Someone hit them," Michonne said as she tied the wood around tightly, using torn up pieces of her shirt.

Things had been left unsaid, but I was thankful that Glenn had saved me and stopped the guy from taking me with him. Although, I was worried if my dad would get out in one piece. But, I knew he'd be fine. He'd come out alive. I was certain of that. "Maybe our people got free," Sasha spoke hopefully.

Eugene was the one who hadn't been making weapons, instead he had sat down silently and tried to do something with the shell of the grenade. "Excuse me," he said as he made people be pushed out of his way. Carl had got up and began trying to find a way out, I was going to help him, but he told me to sit down and to regain my strength. My little man.

Michonne and the others too tried to find a way out, except for me and Maggie. Who kept working on our weapons, trying to make them sharper and useable when it came to killing. "What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asked Eugene curiously.

Everyone made way for Eugene, watching him as he crouched down and placed the grenade to the ground, beside the door. "I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door," he told us what he was doing. "From the sound of things, there may not be anybody left to open it," he mused in his thoughts.

Tara had told Eugene to shut up, not liking his negativity and how he acted as though he knew everything. Carl moved closer to the others, making me get up and stay close beside him. "Hey," he called to the others, making them all turn around and look at my brother. "Our dad's gonna be back," he informed them firmly. "They all are," he assured the others.

Knowing it was my right to support my brother, something inside me told me the same thing. That our father was going to get them out and save us all. "They are," I spoke up as I stood beside Carl. Michonne looked to us and smiled, agreeing as she nod and I saw Maggie stand beside me.

Maggie too looked to agree with what we were saying. Seeing as she had got up, left sharpening her weapon and stood beside us. "We need to get ready to fight our way out with them when they do," she informed us, making us all get back to work and to get ready for when they rest of us would return. Dad will find us. I'm sure he will.


RPOV

Finding a knife, I rushed over to Glenn, Daryl and Bob. Helping them out of their restraints, we started to gather up anything we could find and started to use those as weapons. "If they got problems, we got a chance," I said as I set the free from the zip ties they had wrapped around their wrists and feet.

"It sounded like a bomb," Glenn commented.

"Sounds like a damn war," Daryl said what he thought about what was going on outside.

Seeing the boys search for weapons, I saw that there were knives and all types of weapons we could use to fight against anything. "Right there," I pointed to the table of weapons they were using to cut up people like they were the perfect dinner.

Glenn seemed more confused than what he should have been. "What the hell are these people?" he questioned as Daryl was chosing the perfect knife, then Glenn chose and eventually, Bob chose.

Somehow, Daryl knew that these survivors we came across weren't people or good. Not good at all. Evil and vile. "They ain't people," Daryl snarled as I saw Bob pick up a knife and hold it above one of the men I killed's head.

Glenn had already killed the other guy, stabbing a knife through one of their heads and began searching for a way out. "Don't," I stopped Bob from killing the other guy. "Let him turn," I spat, knowing that for their sins, they needed to pay for them and the only way, was letting them become what they already were. Flesh eaters.

Stepping into the room Glenn had found, all of us were left speechless. Staring at the room, there were bodies hung up like slaughtered pigs, skin sliced off and bodies chopped up. Organs were pulled out and only meat was left. "Cross any of these people, you kill them. Don't hesitate," I ordered of them. "They won't," I warned them, knowing that these people wouldn't think twice about killing one of us on sight. Daryl had broken off a pipe and decided to use that as a weapon. The war continued to rage on, gunshots fired and people screaming.

Glancing outside a window, we saw there were a group of walkers crowded around a cart. Walkers bagging and trying to find a way in as they snarled at the cart. "If we run, we can get by them. They're distracted," I told them, knowing that my first priority was to get back to the others, to our family and to get them out. To save us from this disaster.

Glenn stared at the same cart, but something in his eyes showed me that he wanted to save everyone that was inside them. "We got to let those people out," he told us. "That's still who we are," he said as he looked into my eyes, a pleading look crossed his face. "It's got to be," he whispered, hopeful that we were still classified as the good people. With all things considered, not from what we did, were about to do and what we had seen.

Staring at Glenn, I took in his words and decided he was right. We needed to save those who were trapped, like we were and chose to run to the walker surrounded box. "Help me!" the man screamed. Killing the walkers in tight formation, we then tried to burst the doors open. The moment the doors opened, the man jumped out and clutched Glenn. "We're the same!" he screamed as Glenn threw the guy off, only for him to cluch onto me. "We're them!" he shouted as his crazy, tattoo covered face was inches away from mine.

Demanding him to back off, he simply laughed and shouted the same thing over again. Letting me go, he took one step back and was attacked by a walker. Trying to get the others to leave the area, Glenn moved closer to the walker and killed the pair of them using the bat we had taken. Walkers began to come closer, so Daryl took hold of Glenn's shirt and pushed him hard against the metal box. Watching out, I heard gunshots coming closer and knew that it was those from Terminus fighting against the walkers.

Bob and I were watching one side, while Glenn and Daryl were watching another. "We got to double back," Bob told us, trying to call the shots and make the best decision for all of us. I wasn't going to let that happen. My kids and family are locked in A. We need to get them all out of there. I'm not leaving without them.

Trying to remember which way everything was, I knew that if we went a certain direction, we would find our cart easily. All we needed to do, was remember which way to go and which way myself, Carl, Kat, Daryl and Michonne ran. "A is that way," I pointed to a single direction. "We go back, we don't know where we are," I told him, knowing that it would be a risky move to go back from where we came.

Daryl was trying to keep Glenn in his place, to keep him safe and to watch out for any walkers that may have spotted us. "We don't really have a choice, do we?" Daryl grumbled, leaving the question completely rhetorical, as we all knew that Kat and Carl were locked up with the others. That they could be in more danger now, than before for all we knew.

The gunshots began to get closer, so I knew what I needed to do now. I needed to get a gun and fire a way towards A. "Wait here," I told them as I ran towards a car in the far left. Glenn and the others tried to call after me, to try and make me stop. Seeing them come closer, I could see it from a broken side-view mirror. Hearing a snarl beside me, I looked over my shoulder and saw a walker get closer. But just as it went to grab me, a pole sliced through it's head and killed it. Looking up, I knew it was Daryl who came to save me. Nodding to each other silently, it was a silent thank you.

Waiting for them to come closer, I saw how one by one they walked past us and confronted the walkers. When I saw the last one walk closer, I sneaked up behind him and stabbed my knife through the back of his neck, up to his brain. Dropping him to one side, I took the gun and fired at the people from Terminus, injuring them so that they'd all fall. Spinning back, I looked out for walkers or anyone else from Terminus. Watching the people from Terminus get eaten, I took the handgun from the gun and gave Daryl a nod of my head. He stayed close, in case anything came out to hurt me, having my back. Running back to the others, I handed Bob the handgun. "We don't have to double back," I informed him.


CPOV

The gunfire continued outside the box we were in, sounds of people screaming, what could also be heard as snarling walkers and people running. We could tell there was a war going on outside, but we were unsure as to who was winning. The dead? Or the living? "What's the cure, Eugene?" Sasha asked as she stopped working on her buttons.

Kat had continued to sharpen her weapons, she handed me the knife so I could defend myself and I watched as she sharpened what she was making look like a wooden machete. Sharpening my knife a little more, I knew that she had done a good enough job. "It's classified," Eugene replied to Sasha.

Michonne kept tying the wooden stakes onto the holster that held her sword in. Kat was silent, too silent and it made me worried as to what was wrong with her. But, I knew I would try and keep her safe. Like how she succeeded in keeping me safe. "We don't know what's gonna happen," Michonne spoke coldly.

Abraham didn't seem pleased by what was going on between us. Didn't like how we were pressuring Eugene to tell us his secrets. "You leave him be," Abraham barked back at the rest of us. Trying to stop us in pushing him to reveal his plan to fight the infected.

Naturally, Kat would be the one to put order into all of this, but something inside her told me that she wasn't going to say anything. That she was going to let them try and fend for themselves. I was curious as to what was going on in Kat's head. "We need to keep working," Maggie told everyone.

Sasha wasn't backing down from this fight. She wanted to know and she was going to find out. It was how she always was. "Yeah, but it's time to hear it," she said back to Maggie. "'Cause we don't know what's coming next," Sasha spoke with less hope than I thought was imaginable.

Kat gritted her teeth, something in her eyes sparked the fire of mom that hid within her. But, the way she spoke was something of dad's nature. Authoritive. Strong and a natural leader. "What's next is we get out of this," Kat spoke firmly, confident in what she was saying.

Eugene glanced at myself and Kat, her eyes had slid up to glare at everyone and her jaw clenched. "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," Eugene went to tell us. "The cure would still die with me," he informed us, as though this was god-honest truth.

Abraham was the type of man to do a mission and keep working on it. Until the mission was over, he wouldn't stop. Which made me wonder, what would he do once the mission was over? "I'm not gonna let that happen," Abraham spoke confidently, but had said to assure Eugene that he'd be safe. No matter the cost.

Eugene seemed relieved to hear this and nod in the direction of Abraham. "The best-case scenario, we step out into a hellstorm of bullets, fire, and walkers," Eugene went to say as he kept working on the grenade. "I'm not fleet of foot," he stated. "I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence," he admitted to his own weaknesses.

Michonne looked towards Kat, who glanced up to see what everyone else was doing and met with Michonne's gaze. Something in the way the pair looked at one another, made me feel like they really had gone through a lot together. "Yeah, but we can and we will," Michonne agreed with both Eugene and Kat. A smile on Michonne's face as both her and Kat's eyes met.

Sasha was growing impatient, but she understood how he was simply trying to keep the secret and value of his life safe. So that he could continue to live. "You don't owe us anything," Sasha tried to convince him to tell us. "Not yet," she added. "But we just want to hear it," she explained why she was pushing him into telling us.

Rosita was more of a silent type, but she seemed nice enough. "You don't have to," she told Eugene, comforting him and trying to make him not feel obligated in telling everyone his 'master plan.'

Eugene got to his feet and left the grenade on the floor. "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," he told us what he was doing, which didn't make entire sense, but sounded smart. "Fire with fire," he stated.

As though we all understood, we stayed silent and listened to his idea. "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," he stated to us confidently. "I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them," he spoke with pride. "Fire with fire," he repeated. "All things being equal, it does sound pretty badass," he said with a small smirk on his face.

Something in the way he spoke, seemed a little too general and vague. But, it was simply because he may of wanted to make it vague. To save his life and to ensure he'd be safe, no matter the consequence. "So let's get back to work," Kat spoke firmly, confident that we'd need to be prepared for when those doors would open.

The sound of the doors slowly opening made me and the rest of us jump up. Gasping, I felt my heart race and eyes widen. Seeing dad open up the doors, both myself and Kat's smiles grew at the sight of him. Alive and fighting the dead. "Come on! Fight to the fence!" he shouted at us as we all climbed out and began to fight our way to the fence.


KPOV

All through the speech Eugene gave us, it sounded a little generic and vague, but I didn't want to lose hope. Angry and worried for a few of the men that meant more than family to me, I was hopeful they were still alive and coming back for us. The sound of the door opening made all of us jolt up and prepare ourselves for what was coming. "Come on! Fight to the fence!" dad shouted as he shot at walkers.

Wide was my smile. Growing wider as I glanced to Carl who wore the same expression on my face, letting everyone else go out first, I was one of the last ones. Michonne to leave before Carl, then Carl and I was last. Daryl repeated "Go!" as he helped some of us down and out of the cart. He held his hand out for me, taking it, he helped me out and down.

Finding our way back to dad, he looked like he had been sweating, like he was under a lot of pressure and blood covered his face. "Carl, Kat!" he shouted our names as he took hold of Carl's head and kissed our foreheads. Each of us held onto one another until we all had to pull away. To fight our way out of this hell.

Running ahead, I had to keep a steady pace and not rush myself. My side still ached whenever I tried to run too fast. Slicing as many walkers as I could, I kept myself close to either Michonne, Daryl or anyone else who was close. Daryl was the one who seemed to stick close to me and I watched as one walker tried to take hold of me, but I sliced it's head with my makeshift machete.

As the machete broke, I stared a little scared at a walker who made its way closer to me. Daryl pushed me to one side and poked it with the pole he held, then slammed the rod to one on his side, splatting its brains all over the wall. Pushing me ahead, he handed me the knife he had and allowed me to use it. Climbing over a fence, I had allowed Carl, Daryl and Michonne to be the first to climb over first. Dad was still shooting, but Abraham was helping me climb over. "I got you," Daryl assured me as he held his arms out to catch me.

Dad was beginning to get surrounded by walkers and I could feel my heart pounding at the sight. "Dad!" I screamed as I watched the walkers get closer. Pushing me over, I felt strong arms hold onto me and add pressure to my side. Whimpering and hissing, Daryl began to apologize and carefully set me back down onto the ground. Next thing, dad was over the fence and so was Abraham. All of us back to safety. "Thank God," I mumbled as I hugged dad and he held me tightly. Mumbling a 'Come on,' he pushed me forward and we made our way away from Terminus.


RPOV

Wandering around, Michonne helped Kat stay stood better, she had been limping for a little while, as her side hurt since the fall of the prison and fight with Joe's group. Circling the woods, we found the spot where we hid the bags. "Right here," Daryl said as he ducked beside a tree and rummaged around.

Pulling out the small shovel, I began to dig the spot we had made for the bag of guns. Everyone stood around me, watching me as I crouched down to dig up the bag. "The hell are we still around here for?" Abraham asked.

Not wanting nor needing to answer, I thought it had been clear what I was doing. I'm not digging their grave, if that's what they're thinking. "Guns, some supplies," I stated what was in the bag. "Go along the fences. Use the rifles. Take out the rest of 'em," I ordered, knowing that we needed a smart plan if we were to take them all down.

"What?" Abraham asked, confused by what I had just said. To think, he was a man of the military.

There was no need for me to further explain my motives. Or to state what our business was. I knew these types of people would track us down, follow us if we didn't kill them when they were weakest. "They don't get to live," I snarled.

Kat took a step forward, she no longer needed Michonne but her side still would be clutched at from time to time. I knew Kat needed some better, medical attention and I worried for her. "Dad, we got out," Kat reminded me firmly. "It's over," she said, as though she knew what was going on. Oh baby girl...it's not over.

Looking up at her, I didn't want to seem harsh or crazy, but I knew these types of people. "It's not over till they're all dead," I told her truthfully. Something told me they'd track us forever if they had to, only to get back at what we did and to have us as their meals.

Rosita took a step towards me, her eyes squinting at me and her expression was one of anger. As though what I was saying was incredulous. "The hell it isn't," she mocked. "That place is on fire," she told me. "Full of walkers," she added to the list of what was going on at Terminus.

Abraham seemed to agree with Rosita's protest. Everyone else seemed to agree, seeing as none of them looked pleased with my words or as though they'd work with me. "I'm not dicking around with this crap," Abraham spat. "We just made it out," he reminded me, which was true, but I didn't want to take the risk.

Maggie's eyes were wide, Glenn looked tired, Kat looked tired, Carl looked worried for both me and his sister. Daryl looked undecided and the rest looked at me like I was losing it again. "The fences are down," Maggie pointed out. "They'll run or die," she stated the options the people at Terminus had.

Sighing, I looked to Daryl and saw he was deliberating what was the best thing to do. Suddenly, twigs snapped and the first to look back was Daryl. Turning, I saw how he ran towards a figure. To a familiar figure. Carol. Colliding into Carol in a hug, he held her and picked her up off her feet. Carol laughed and hugged him in return, Daryl was in tears as the pair had their moment. Laughing, the rest of us slowly wandered closer to her and saw how she looked like she'd been in a rough fight. "Did you do that?" I asked her.

Carol slowly began to cry, her eyes tearing up and a small, proud smile grew upon her lips. Feeling my heart swell and sink at the same time, I knew I felt guilt for casting her out of our safety. But, I was thankful she survived and helped us out of Terminus. Laughing, I pulled her into a hug and thanked her. Holding back my tears, I held her tightly as she laughed and I hoped she felt accepted with this action. "You have to come with me," Carol said as she looked at me, then Kat, then Carl and then Sasha. Curious, we agreed and followed her.


DPOV

Hearing the twig snap, my head whipped to where the sound came from and I felt my heart suddenly speed up. A swelling in my heart that I hadn't suspected. I didn't believe what I saw until I saw my crossbow slung over her shoulder. Running to her, I wasted no time and hugged her tightly. Our bodies collided and our arms held one another tightly.

Carol was like the mother I never had. A mother I wished I had. Holding her tightly, I would lift her off the ground and felt my body shake. Her sad laughs made my tears build more. I had missed her more than I could have imagined. She had done wrong, but she had only tried to save us all and ended up saving us from Terminus. Pulling away, I stared into her eyes and felt my whole body tremble. My whole body shiver at just the sight of her. It's her. She's alive.

Resting my head on her shoulder, I felt her hands reach up and caress my cheeks. The warm, caring touch, was one that gave me comfort and strength. Gave me courage. She was back and she had saved us. Rick and Kat were the ones to also quickly accept her, hugging her and allowing Carol to lead the way for all of us. She's back. I can't believe it.


KPOV

Seeing Carol, it made me hopeful, pleased to see her and my father connected again. Tears formed when I saw her and Daryl share that mother and son type moment. I was crying when I hugged her, when I saw how my father accepted her and thanked her for what she did for us. Following her, we all stayed close and wandered up a hill. Seeing a small house at the top of the hill, seeing who came out of the shack was Tyreese. In his hands, was someone we had believed died back at the prison.

The moment I caught glimps of her small face, of the bundle we had believed died. My breathing became erratic, my heart thundering and blood was pumping harder than before. Dad dropped our things, Carl, myself and dad all ran towards Judith. All whilst Tyreese saw Sasha and Sasha began running towards her brother. Feeling the pain in my side, I couldn't help the tears and cries of laughter that escaped me as I ran. "Judith," dad whispered as he took hold of her. "You're okay," he whispered as myself, dad and Carl surrounded our sweet, baby Judith.

Dad reached out for Tyreese and silently thanked him. Reaching over, I kissed his cheek and thanked him for what he did. Sniffing, tears ran down my face and dad had kissed her forehead. Smiling to me, he handed her gently over to me and I couldn't help it. Forgetting the pain in my side, I didn't care in that moment. My baby sister was alive. Laughing as dad handed her to me, I cried tears of joy and kissed Judith's face multiple times. "My baby girl," I whispered. "Oh!" I laughed and cried at the same time. Judith crying had stopped the moment I held her, Carl stood by us and I offered him to hold her too, but he said that it was best if I held her. That he was still in shock. Thank you God.


RPOV

The moment I saw Judith, I was no longer stern or scared. I was crippled by the love that overwhelmed my heart and made me drop everything, only to run towards her. Taking her from Tyreese, I kissed her forehead and saw how Kat and Carl ran towards us. Kat cried and screamed with joy. All of us were a family again, reunited and Judith had never died in the first place. When I saw Tyreese, I was glad he had survived, but the moment I realized he had Judith. It was it.

I had an overwhelming respect for him, knowing that he'd protected my daughter for all this time and that he'd made sure she was safe. Holding her tightly, I eventually handed Judith over to Kat and saw how Judith and her siblings were all reunited once more. Saw how Daryl watched them with a small, sad but happy smile on his face. I wonder what's wrong...


CPOV

When I saw Judith, I felt everything on my shoulders lift up skywards and I knew that hope was still alive. Running to Judith, I was in shock and surprised to see that she had survived it all. All with thanks to Tyreese and Carol. Kat eventually held her, offered for me to hold her, but I couldn't. I was glad to see two of the most important females in my life together.

Pleased to know both my sisters were alive and well, I knew that nothing was impossible. After all the shit we had seen, I knew that I needed to keep hope alive. Not only for myself, but for Judith and Kat. They both deserved better lives and ones where neither of them needed to die or get hurt. Especially not over myself or our dad. I'll protect them. As the brother I should be.


DPOV

Watching Sasha and Tyreese reunite, was sweet, knowing how Sasha was worried about Tyreese falling into the same trap we had. But, when I saw Kat, Carl and Rick run over to Judith, I knew that was it. My heart was torn for them, as they had believed the sweet and innocent child had died. But, I felt guilt, because I too at one point had believed she had died too. I was certain of it.

Somehow, I knew Kat always had hope, but the moment she saw Judith and Tyreese. Her laughs, her cries and the way she praised her sister being alive. I knew she was happy, knew she was finally at peace and yet, I felt strangely alone. I left Beth alone. She could be dead at this moment but. I need to keep hope alive. If Judith could survive, so could Beth. She has to be. Not for me, or all of us. But, for Maggie. She deserves to be reunited with her sister too.


RPOV

Leaving Kat, Carl, Michonne, Daryl and Judith together, I smiled over my shoulder and couldn't believe that Judith was in Kat's arms once again. Glancing back ahead, something gloomed over me and I remembered of what happened earlier that same day. "I don't know if the fire is still burning," I said as I looked to where Terminus was.

Carol had been the best, she had saved us and she had protected Judith the whole time. I had doubts about sending her away, but now I felt guilt. Knowing that we too, had to live out here with her now and I wasn't sure if she'd accept us. "It is," Carol assured me.

Staring at the smoke, I had cleaned my hands of the blood and dirt that had gathered from the long day we had. "Yeah," I grumbled, not sure if it still was or if they had all left the site. "We need to go," I told the others, knowing that we needed to keep moving and go as far away from Terminus as possible.

Judith had been crying a little, but Tyreese had reached into a bag and held out some food for Kat. Who asked Carl to help her feed Judith, to which he had complied and it kept Judith busy. Kept her quiet. "Yeah, but where?" Daryl asked me.

Unsure as to where we could go, I knew we needed to find a place that was miles away from where we were. Far away from Terminus. Safe. "Somewhere far away from there," I told him as I walked over to him. Patting my shoulder, he gave me a small, kind gesture and made me smile at him. He'd be good for Kat.

Walking along in a row of us, all of us stayed together and in the woods, beside the train tracks and away from Terminus. Kat held Judith close, she had taken her bow back and took one of the hand guns I had placed into the bag. Coming across one of the signs, I saw some mud by the ground and picked some up. Rubbing it all over the words, I made sure it said NO SANCTUARY FOR ALL COMUNITY FOR ALL. THOSE WHO ARRIVE, SURVIVE. "Nice touch," Kat commented as she stayed beside me.

Staring at the sign, I didn't tell her what I saw and I didn't know if I'd ever gather up the courage to tell her. But, I knew that we didn't need to always look at the bad things of every moment. "Come on," I chuckled with a small smile. Nudging her forward, we kept walking and slipped into the woods, where all the others hid too.


KPOV

Watching dad add the final touch to the sign, I knew he was only doing what he had to and decided to make a small joke about it. With Judith in my arms, I didn't care what had happened back at Terminus. "Nice touch," I commented as I inspected his artwork, trying to make my dad crack a smile.

Staring up at his work, it seemed to humour him a little and made him smile. Looking down, he smiled and gave me a small nudge. "Come on," he told me as he gestured for me to follow where the others had disappeared. Slipping into the woods, we found all the others making their way away from Terminus. I wonder what made dad so cold?

Keeping close to dad, he seemed to have a mixture between a bounce in his step and a weight on his shoulders. I knew something happened back at Terminus and it could have also may of had something to do with what happened to Joe, but I didn't want to sound pushy and annoying to him. So, I kept quiet. "I'm going to go talk to Carol," I told dad, which made him nod and stay behind. "Hey," I greeted as I caught up with Carol and Daryl. "I just wanted to say, thank you for looking out for Judith," I began to tell Carol.

Judith was babbling and staring around, her bright hazel eyes looked sweet and her lips were pouting a little. Carol didn't look at me, but she somehow stiffened. "No," she disagreed. "Not me," she argued. "It was Tyreese who was at the prison and saved her," she informed me, but I knew I had a good reason why to thank her for looking after my sister.

Taking hold of Judith's hand, I looked to Carol and saw how Daryl watched us interact. "I know," I agreed with her, but I was subtly disagreeing with what she had said. "But..." I went to explain. "After what happened with my dad, you could have walked away," I informed her. "But you didn't," I concluded what she had done. "So, thank you," I repeated.

Carol then glanced at me, a small smile formed along the lines of her lips. It looked between the edge of forced and sincere. It was something that left me wondering what had happened to her. "You're welcome," she replied to me and looked away quickly.

Her ice blue eyes looked sad, as though she felt pleased with what I said, but didn't know how to take it. "You know, I didn't lose faith in you," I stated. "Yeah, you may have done something bad but...at this point, I think we all have," I shrugged and kissed Judith's hand. "I never lost faith in you," I informed Carol honestly. "Didn't want you to go either," I revealed what I had been keeping from her, but something that I hadn't yet told Daryl about.

Carol's head turned to look at me, her eyes questioning and eyebrows furrowed. I knew she didn't understand something. And the next question that escaped her lips, proved just as much. My suspicions were correct. "Why are you telling me this Katherine?" she asked me, curious to know the purpose of this conversation.

"Because I believe everyone deserves a second chance," I informed her, knowing that not everyone cared about someone's belief. Less now in this life, but I felt I had to tell her this. "Besides, you're family," I shrugged and offered her a warm smile. "My mom respected you and loved you, as do I," I reminded her of my mom. "She'd want me to keep us all together, no matter how much shit hits the fan," I concluded, knowing that this was what my mom would have wanted for all of us. Without another word, myself and Carol exchanged a small smile and I slowed my walk, so that I could fall back and reunite with Carl, Michonne, or my dad.


DPOV

Hearing how Kat talked to Carol, it made my heart warm to see their interaction, to see how much Kat cared for people. To see how they cared about one another. Ever since Carol left, she'd become more hostile, colder and more stern. I could sense it. "Hey," I greeted Kat as I too began to slow down, surprising her and making her look at me.

Judith was always on her hip now, but in that moment, Tyreese took hold of Judith and offered Kat a much needed break. Considering her injury and the fact that adding too much pressure, wasn't the best option for her. "Hey," Kat greeted in return. "You okay?" she asked me.

Clearing my throat, I still felt like it was that first day we met. She was still as beautiful, but I felt awkward, considering all the emotions and suffering I had felt without and with her. "I should be asking you that," I grumbled. "I'm good," I informed her of my state. "What about you?" I asked in return. "Are you still...you know..." I drifted, unsure how to word it without it being more awkward than it already was.

Kat laughed softly, the sound like music to my ears and the people surrounding us was the best feeling I had felt in a long time. "I'm fine Daryl," she told me. "A wound and a man who tried to kill me?" she questioned as her tone rose a little. "It was nothing," she brushed it off. "But...I will admit," she paused for a moment. "I've never killed a guy like that before," she confessed to me. "All that rage, that anger..." she explained the emotions she had felt. "I never knew I had that strength in me," she informed me of what she didn't know about herself.

Somehow, I didn't know how to comfort her, but I did know that sometimes, we were decieved by our own beliefs and suspicions. "It was what anyone else would have done," I repeated the same type of thing I had said to her father. "Your brother was about to experience something that no kid should," I stated. "You only did what you had to," I assured her that her actions were reasonable and appropriate in that moment of time.

Kat's bright blue eyes looked up and collided with my own pair of blue eyes. "Thank you," she whispered with a small smile on her lips. "Daryl," she added my name a little awkwardly. "You always seem to make me feel a little better for my actions," she mused as she showed me her teeth in a shy smile.

Looking away, I was feeling more awkward than usual. Unsure of where our conversation was leading and what to say to her. Think Dixon. Think. "And thank you," I replied. "For talking to Carol the way you did," I explained. "She didn't say it, but it meant a lot to her," I assured her that what she had said, impacted Carol in a good way. "What you said," I mumbled and it only made Kat giggle shyly. Making my pace faster, I went back to walk beside Carol once more. Talk about awkward Dixon. You're making yourself look like a complete idiot in-front of the girl you like.


CPOV

Catching up with Kat, she had been talking to Carol and then with Daryl. "Michonne saved my life back there," I informed Kat as we walked side by side. "And, we've got Judith back," I listed all the good things that happened, in spite of all the bad that had occured throughout the day. "Everything seems...better," I shrugged. "How do you feel?" I asked her.

Kat's eyes stared down into mine, we kept our pace calm and slow. The others weren't running, but they weren't going too fast or too slow. "I'm good," Kat assured me, her eyes glued to mine and sincerity was evident in her voice. "What about you?" she asked in reply.

"I'm good," I agreed, nodding and glancing around. I couldn't help the smile that formed along my lips, knowing that there was something I was keeping and something I wanted to say to her.

Kat's eyes squinted down at me and a small smirk was playing on the edge of her lips. "What's with that smile?" she questioned me, curious and playful at the same time. "Not that I don't like it, but..." she drifted with a small shrug. "I kind of want to know," she told me.

Chuckling, I couldn't help the smile that formed across my face. "Nothing...just," I went to say with my own small shrug. "We're fine," I said, repeating the same words I had said a few days ago. "We always are," I smirked up at her. Biting her bottom lip, she laughed softly and placed her hand ontop of my hat. Shaking my head with her hand, I chuckled and gently slapped her hand off my head. We're Grimes. Surviving is what we do best.


Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Wahahahay! I'm super excited to be writing up season 5 for you guys! A little concerned as to what is happening in season 6, but I'll figure it out and I'll make it work. Anyway, I have some questions for you and I want you guys to give me 5 awesome reviews to get this season started!


1) What do you think of this chapter?

2) What if I add some more Michonne POV's this season?

3) So, this is the season Karyl kiss! When do you think it will happen? When? How?

4) Do you think Kat will clash with anyone?

5) What do you predict will happen this season? (Other than the kiss!)


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EastDenise: Thank you dear! Sex! Pahaha! Not yet dear. Sorry to disappoint you. I think Jessica is a good match, in my point of view at least. But, nothing beats the imagination. Hope you'll like more of my stories. Kat's kill was very necessary, but it was completely strange for her. It was her first, scary kill. If that makes sense?


Guest: 1) I'm glad you enjoyed that crazy ride. I can understand the excitement and I'm just worried I won't go in the direction I want to go. Considering all the changes and where Daryl's story may lead him. Jessica looked like a good fit, but nothing beats the imagination! 2) Exactly. For Kat, she's understanding that too now, but she doesn't want her dad to be completely lost to all the horrors of the world. But, you'll see the sudden change in Carl after finding his sister and seeing how Kat survived too. I know where to go with Daryl and Kat, but you'll have to wait and see when it comes to outside of Alexandria and inside the walls. 3) I want to put all those relationships in too, but it's difficult to make Kat have connections with everyone, along with everyone having bonds with everyone. I hope you understand that. 4) Kat and Rick are a strange situation. For now, I don't see them arguing, but after seeing the trailer of season 6 and the suspicions, there may be a reason for fallout. But, we'll see. I don't know where I'll go with it all. 5+6) I'm glad you liked all those moments and I agree when it came to Karyl, along with Rick. Michonne is a part of the Grimes family too, like a substitute mother, but one that's adapted to this world. She's like the family friend. Now, Rick sees Daryl for who he is, not what he was or anything of that sort. He sees the good Daryl does to his family. To how he treats his daughter. Rick doesn't need to protect her emotionally, but he can protect her physically from walkers and people. Daryl will be a little cold this season, but you'll see why, although I have hinted it in this chapter. 7) Kat's weakness, is her family and it's also her strength. It's kind of what I want everyone to see, that with all the shit that goes on, they are what keep her going and make her survive. But, Kat is realizing this world isn't as good as she'd hoped it would be. 8) Thank you. 9) All right, we'll see! 10) Goodness! {Sighs sadly}


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