So.

This chapter is mostly copied and pasted from the season four finale... sorry

Since it's so similar to the original, I decided to get it done all I one go, so it's a pretty long one.

I did do this completely from memory (I've seen the episode wwaayyy too man times), so it's probably not exact, but still, I don't own any of the words spoken by cannon characters accept for the ones I made up.

Enjoy!


Standing at the fence and staring into Terminus, everyone felt skeptical. There was nobody to be seen, nothing to be heard, the place seemed deserted. The only thing that alluded to the fact that anyone might live behind the plain brick wall was the lack of walkers.

It was Rick's voice that boke the eerie silence. "We all spread out, watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready. We all stay close." Once everyone began to dispatch, Rick's voice rang out again, softer this time. "You wanna stick with me?" He asked Carl, who shrugged off the question.

"It's alright." He muttered, walking towards Michonne.

Blake was slowly walking along the fence, straining her ears for any tiny sound that would hint towards life, when she heard Michonne's voice up ahead.

"…I was gone for a long time. But then Andrea brought me back. Your dad brought me back. You did." As she quietly got closer, Blake could see Michonne and Carl, facing each other. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but you can come back from this. You need to let us help you."

"He told me the other day that he was proud of me. That I was a good man." Carl's voice was quiet, and Blake could tell he was holding back tears. "I'm not."

"Carl."

"I bit a man's throat out, Michonne." Blake remembered passing through the clearing and seeing Joe's lifeless body, the flesh under his chin removed in a jagged, uneven pattern. "I couldn't stop them from… I couldn't protect Blake. I'm not a good man. I'm just another monster too."

Blake turned away as Michonne embraced Carl, she suddenly felt as though she was intruding. When she turned, she saw Daryl standing a few feet away. She walked past him, leaving the redneck to stare after her and wonder when he started caring about her so much.

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Blake hopped down from the fence, landing silently as her feet connected with the pavement and ignoring the hand Carl offered her as she stood up. Once everyone was on the inside of the fence, they all headed towards a plain steel door.

"Sanctuary for all, community for all." a woman's voice echoed through the door as the group prepared to enter. "Those who arrive, survive. Terminus, sanctuary for all, community for all. Those who a-"

"Hello." Rick's voice stopped the background chatter and the woman who was speaking into a microphone. "Hello." He said again as everyone stared at the group. Blake and Carl were still covered in blood-although they had gotten it off of their faces-and the rest just looked horrible, so the surprised and slightly disgusted stares were quite appropriate.

"I bet Albert is on perimeter watch." A man stepped forward with a sigh, throwing his pencil down on the table. "You here to rob us?" He asked as though he didn't really believe that was possible.

"No." Rick answered simply. Everyone had a tight grip on their weapons, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "We wanted to see you before you saw us."

"Makes sense." The same man smiled and cleared his throat. "We usually do this where the tracks meet, but, welcome to Terminus." He gestured around at the boring, sweatshop looking warehouse. "I'm Gareth. It looks like you've been on the road for a good bit."

"We have." Rick confirmed with a nod. "I'm Rick. That's Carl, Blake, Daryl, Michonne."

An awkward silence ensued after the introductions and Gareth smiled again. It was a fake smile, a fake smile that caused Blake to place her finger on the trigger rather than resting it on the side of her gun.

"You're nervous, I get it!" he almost chuckled. "We were all the same way. We came here for sanctuary, is that what you're here for?"

"Yes."

"Good, you've found it. Hey Alex." Another man came jogging up behind Gareth. His smile was more genuine. "We got nothing to hide, but the welcome waggon is a whole lot nicer. Alex will take you, ask you a few questions, but first, we're gonna need to see everyone's weapons. If you could just lay them down in front of you."

Everyone glanced to Rick, who hesitated before nodding, slowly crouching to place his Colt Python on the ground in front of him. "Alright." Everyone followed Rick's lead, however reluctantly.

"I'm sure you understand."

"We do."

Blake sighed as she let her gun and machete go, and decided to keep the dagger in her boot hidden. Just in case.

Gareth walked towards Rick while Alex headed for Daryl. While they patted the men down, Blake began to panic. She didn't want anyone touching her.

"I'd hate to see the other guy." Alex commented, glancing at the blood on Blake and Carl's shirts.

"You would." Rick agreed.

'He didn't check Michonne.' Blake's mind was speeding. 'Please skip me. Please please please please!' Much to her relief, Alex did skip over Blake and moved directly onto Carl, who tensed, but didn't lash out as Blake would have.

"They deserve it?" Alex asked.

"Yes." Carl's voice could have frozen boiling water.

Gareth finished Rick's incredibly thorough search, and bent to pick up his gun, handing it back. Alex Grabbed Carl's gun, giving it back to him as well. Daryl and Blake both scooped up their weapons on their own, but Michonne waited for while Alex handed her sword back.

"Just so you know, we aren't those kinds of people," Gareth said, "but we're not stupid either. And you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid." Blake only paid half of her attention to the man before her as she re-sheathed her machete and decided on slinging her gun over one shoulder instead of across her back. "As long as we're clear on that, we shouldn't have any problems. Just solutions."

"Okay." Rick nodded.

"Follow me." Alex smiled as the group followed him out the door. "Kind of ironic that the smallest person has the biggest weapon, isn't it?" Alex asked, trying to joke but failing miserably. He laughed awkwardly while the others just stared at him. "Okay…"

There was silence until the group exited the dreary warehouse and emerged into the cold, afternoon air.

"So how long has this place been here?" Rick asked, not wanting to seem completely rude.

Alex was relieved to have something to talk about, and answered quickly. "Since almost the start." He said nodding to a passing woman. "When all the camps got overrun, people started finding this place. I think it was instinct, you know? Follow a path." Blake wasn't really listening as she took in the area. There were people milling about, seemingly bored or happy. A smell-a good smell for a change-caught her attention and she looked forward to see a barbeque area, her mouth instantly watering at the prospect of food. "Some folks were headed to the coast, others out west or up north, but they all wound up here."

The group stopped at the barbeque pit, greeted by a woman who looked to be in her fifties. "Hi." She smiled, flipping a slab of meat on the grill. "Heard you came in the back door, smart. You'll fit right in here." She had the same fake smile as Gareth.

"Hey, Mary, would you fix each of these new folks a plate for me?" Alex leaned against the table as Mary began scooping food onto paper plates.

"Why do you do it?" Michonne piped up as Alex took the plates from Mary and handed the first ones to Blake and Carl. Both were starving, but didn't immediately dig in. Something was off. This place wasn't that big, and there was no sign of farm animals anywhere. "Why do you let people in?"

"The more people become a part of us, we get stronger." Blake glanced over to Rick, who was looking around at a few of the residents, his eyes narrowed. "That's why we put up the signs, invite people in." Alex grabbed two more plates and handed one to Michonne before Rick stepped forward for the other one. "It's how we survive."

Alex barely got the sentence out before Rick smacked the plate out of his hands, grabbed his gun and reached into the other man's pocket. "Where the hell did you get this watch?" he growled.

Everyone else immediately dropped their plates, grabbing their guns and finding somewhere to aim them. Although she had no idea what was going on, Blake trained her weapon on a woman about forty feet away, who seemed to be avoiding the teen's eyes while still pointing her gun in Blake's direction. She probably didn't like the prospect of shooting a child.

"Where the hell did you get this watch?" Rick nearly shouted, keeping his gun pressed to Alex's temple.

"You want answers?" Alex asked, trying to his the fear in his voice. "You want anything else, you get 'em when you put the gun down."

"I see your man on the roof with the sniper rifle." Rick went back to growling. "How good is his aim? Where'd you get the watch? Where'd you get the watch?!" And back to shouting.

"Don't do anything!" Alex shouted, presumably to the sniper on the roof. "I have this! You just put it down. You put it down! You want to listen to me." Alex went back to talking to Rick. "There's a lot of us."

"Where. Did you get. The watch?"

'Why the hell is he so fixated on this watch?' Blake wondered as she continued to stare the woman down.

"I got it off of a dead one. Didn't think he'd need it." Alex really wasn't a good liar.

"What about the riot gear?" Blake wanted to turn to see what Rick was talking about, but she didn't break her gaze. "The poncho?"

"Got the riot gear off a dead cop." Gareth popped up out of nowhere. He was a better liar than Alex, but Blake saw right through him too. "Found the poncho on a clothesline."

"Gareth we can wait." Alex whimpered.

"Shut up Alex." Gareth was more annoyed than anything.

"You talk to me." Rick was getting pissed now.

"What's there left to say?" Gareth asked. "You don't trust us anymore."

"Gareth." Alex was clearly terrified.

"Shut up."

"Gareth, please."

"It's okay." He reassured. "It's okay. What do you want, Rick?"

"Where are our people?"

"You didn't answer the question."

A gunshot startled Blake, and was followed by many more. Blake immediately shot the woman she had been staring down, her brains painting the wall behind her.

Through the rain of bullets, Blake heard Rick yelling for Carl to get behind him and Daryl calling for her. She looked back and saw everyone beginning to run for cover. She followed, images blurring together as the gunfire echoed in her ears, making the ring painfully. All of the bullets hit the ground, not their intended targets.

'Wow, these people have horrible aim.' Blake thought as they ran past a fenced off area. A fenced off area filled with bones.

As they passed large red shipping containers, voices begging for help echoed through the metal. 'What the…' Blake tried not to dwell on it as they passed through multiple rooms, one filled with candles and names drawn in chalk.

"These people." Michonne huffed as the group stopped in the room for a moment to catch their breath. "I don't think they're trying to kill us."

"No." Rick confirmed. "They were aiming at our feet."

They started running again, leaving the candle room and entering back into the gunfire. Daryl led the way, and stopped when they cornered themselves, surrounded by snipers on the roof tops and in the woods. The group desperately aimed their guns around, but knew they were hopelessly outnumbered.

"Drop your weapons, now!" Gareth's voice rang out from the rooftop, and when he didn't get an immediate response, he shouted louder. "NOW!" The group reluctantly threw their blades and guns to the ground, knowing they would all be dead before they could even make a dent in the Terminus residents. "Ringleader," Rick looked pissed off at the nickname, "go to your left. The train car. Go." When Rick didn't move, Gareth brought out the threats. "Do what we say and the kids live. Anything else, they die, and you end up in there anyway." Rick looked to Carl, then Blake, then hesitantly began walking towards the train car. "Now the archer." Daryl nodded to Blake as if to say everything would be okay before following Rick. "Now the samurai." Michonne was nearly snarling as she followed the men, leaving the teens feeling very small in the wide open space, a dozen guns trained on them. "Stand at the door, ringleader, archer samurai, in that order."

"My son!" Rick shouted, quickly followed by Daryl.

"My daughter!" The word was foreign to him, but it felt strangely natural as it rolled off of his tongue.

'Daughter?' Blake thought, continuing to stare at the ground. 'I wonder if that will help the situation.'

Gareth completely ignored the shouts, and continued dishing out orders. "Ringleader, open the door and go in."

"We'll go in with them."

"Don't make us kill them now."

Rick huffed, but climbed the five steps before yanking the door open and entering the car, followed by Daryl and Michonne. A man that had been around the corner of the car quickly jogged up to the door and pulled it closed, locking it before the prisoners could fight back.

Blake and Carl both began to panic as they heard the shouts of protest and fists banging on metal from inside of the car. Blake could feel Carl's eyes on her, but kept her gaze down, still unable to look at him.

The teens stood there for what seemed like an eternity, listening to Rick, Daryl and Michonne as they pounded on the walls of the train car and shouted for the kids to be returned.

"Now." Gareth suddenly materialised in front of Carl, and Blake's head snapped up. "What are we going to do with you two?"


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