They didn't know how much time had passed, and it left them feeling even more vulnerable. After Eugene had reported back to them that he couldn't find a new exit strategy and their only hope was the wood Glenn was still working on and the nail Rosita
now had clenched in her fist, they prepared for the worst. Abraham and Sasha stood on either side of the door which they knew had to open eventually, and Nora felt useless there, but better after Maggie had went and reassured her that there's not
much any of them could do in here. These people at Terminus had a nice set up for a trap, she gave them that. But she was still at a loss for why they needed them. They already had their weapons, they could have just killed them all right there, but
instead they took their time to get them in here.

A booming noise coursed through the train car and they all jumped, alert. Abraham was already in a fighting stance when a small panel in the roof above Nora opened, casting down blinding light. Nora didn't see what was thrown down, but heard it clatter
on the ground near her.

"Get down!" Abraham thundered.

Nora followed his command blindly and covered her head with her arms, quickly dropping to the ground. Through her arms, she saw smoke pouring out of the object, and just as she saw this, her throat started aching and she was sent into a coughing fit.
Her eyes watering, she slowly tried to find other people in her group, but the smoke made them nearly invisible. She kept one arm over her and used the other trying to reach out to anyone. An arm grasped hers and she immediately felt comfort at this
small contact.

"Nora," someone wheezed. She looked towards where the hand had come from and saw Glenn's faint figure through the white mist enveloping the small space.

"Glenn," she coughed, grabbing his hand in a tighter hold. He used his free hand to grasp around for Maggie when the door slammed open. As if the fog wasn't enough, the sun sent her into a white daze. She now couldn't even see her own hand out in front
of her.

She felt movement around her, "how many does he want again?"

A gruff voice answered this stranger, "five for now."

Her eyes were trying their hardest to adjust, and she saw a glimpse of that man, Rick, being knocked out on the ground. Her breathing became quicker, and Glenn's arm was ripped away from hers. Grunts and slams reached her ears, and she figured that had
to be Abraham putting up a fight.

"How many you got?"

"Three, and we've got that blonde guy from that other one."

"Okay, grab one more, then let's get moving."

Just seconds later, she felt the man lift her up from the ground and swing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. To be fair, she was small though. The man carried her out of the train car and she looked back at it, catching sight of Abraham
by the door, blood running down a cut from his head.

"Abraham!" she struggled, grunting as she hit the mans back.

Abe looked up and right as he grasped the wall and stood up, determination in his eyes, one of the men from Terminus slammed the door shut.

"Shit," she whispered, her chance at help gone in an instant.

She looked up to see who else was taken. Looked like Rick, that redneck guy, Glenn, and herself. The blonde that those guys had talked about appeared to already be wherever they were headed towards.

"You got four others?" she heard a familiar voice ask.

"Yep, was gonna take that ginger too but he was putting up too much of a fight."

"That's fine, we'll figure out a way to sedate him later, but for now-" he stopped speaking and Nora heard footsteps come near her, "ah, good to see you again."

She looked up to a smiling Gareth, standing right in front of her.

"You can let them down, Branden, but you two," he pointed to the two men casually waiting by the wall, "tie them all up, hands and ankles."

The building they were in looked like it could be an old factory, high ceilings and metal walls. Cold tables with bodies placed on them, bins labeled for different uses, surgery tools in rows for the easy access of the people working at Terminus, and
severed body parts stacking up in a corner. Whatever this building was once for was now home to psychopaths.

Nora was thrown down to the ground, being treated more like an object than a person. She had thrown her arms back in an attempt to help ease the landing but once one of her elbows hit the ground, a searing pain went up her arm. She hissed, holding it
closer to her chest and trying not to jostle it too much.

Glenn had been knocked out like Rick, but Daryl was silently glaring at their captors. Daryl saw out of his preriferal that the redheaded girl in the train car with them earlier was trying to nudge Glenn with her foot while Gareth was busy talking to
the guys that had carried them.

Glenn groaned lightly and opened his eyes. Nora leaned down, "Glenn, you have to get up, okay?"

He started sitting up, looking around, "where the hell are we?"

"Their building. They took us from the train car, and brought us in here, and," she gulped, cringing at the body currently being sawed into pieces on a table, "we're kind of in a shitty situation right now."

He tried ignoring the noise of the hand saw, "Maggie?"

Nora tried her best to smile at him, make him feel better, she couldn't imagine being separated from a spouse, just to reunite and be separated again, "she's fine, she's in the train car with the others."

Gareth stopped mid-sentence at the sight of Glenn and Nora, "hey, didn't I tell you to tie them all up?!"

His men were startled, "oh shit, sorry Gareth."

They pulled out zip ties they already had prepared in their pockets and went over to the four. Daryl kept a poker face when they came over and tied up his wrists and ankles, and they got Rick tied easily since he was still unconscious. Two men came over
to Glenn and Nora. Glenn sat without moving while they tied him, but Nora gasped at the ache from her elbow when her arms were pulled back. There wasn't really an option to fight back right then, even if one of them got out, they didn't know exactly
how many people resided here, but judging from the people who had surrounded them at the fences, it was way more than they could handle right now.

Gareth pointed at the man still sawing a body in the corner of the room, "go get the blonde one."

The man turned off the saw and came back a moment later with a quivering form. It was a skinny guy in maybe his mid twenties. Nora could see how much he was shaking from across the room, and she couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards him almost immediately.

"Line them up," Gareth smirked.

Nora felt her insides churn when she saw Rick being dragged to what appeared to be an old bathtub, with a man holding a baseball bat, wearing a protective mask and white lab coat. What the hell are they planning to do with that?

Daryl was marched over, and the blonde was taken over to sit closest to the frightening man with the bat. Once Daryl's knees hit the ground next to Rick, Nora was grabbed at by her hair, and roughly pulled up.

"Hey!" Glenn yelled at the man holding her.

Nora grunted, "get the hell off."

The man then grabbed her arms and shoved her to the floor on the other side of Rick, and Glenn was pushed down next to her.

Gareth walked over to Rick and started thumping him on the head, "I'm sorry about this, but we need you up," he said, his eerie smile unnerving Nora.

Rick jolted at the touch and sat up quickly, looking around.

Gareth clapped his hands together, "ah great, now we can start.

Rick's mind was immediately aware, and he reached underneath his pant leg near his ankle, grabbing onto the wooden stake Glenn had quickly handed to him in the train car when he got it free. He glared at Gareth, a fire in his eyes.

Gareth leaned down in front of Rick, "the ringleader," he smirked, "I can relate to that, you want what's best for your people, willing to sacrifice anything, I'm guessing. The thing is, today that will all end. I pity you for that, I really do. Because
you see, I'm the leader around here, I get what you're going through. But me, my people, well, we've got to eat, and if that means getting rid of you, that's what I'm going to do. However, I got word about that bag you hid in the forest, and I just
want to know what that's all about before we," he gestures to a man holding a metal bat, "get on with it."

Rick listened to Gareth's spiel with a blank expression, "a 44 magnum, colt python, automatic weapons, a compound bow, and a machete with a red handle. That's what I'm gonna use to kill you." Rick's power exuded from him, he was in a situation that seemed
impossible to get out of, and Nora could clearly see why he's a leader. He was confident, and it made others confident.

Gareth laughed, but there was malice there, "boys, get to work, I'm going back out there for public face. More may arrive today, got to be ready."

The man holding a metal bat was practicing his swings behind them, and Nora had an inkling that the man was just doing it to make them even more scared in their final moments. He wasted no time after Gareth left the room, and hit the blonde stranger with
a crack to his skull, and another one of Gareth's men stepped up with a long lethal knife, slicing at his throat as if it were tissue paper, no effort at all, and from that single swift motion, the man was now slung over the side of the tub. Just
moments ago, he was gasping in terror, and now there was nothing left. And that's when the panic truly set in for Nora.

She screamed, the blood pooling down the drain leaving crimson streaks along the way. This wasn't supposed to happen. I just got away from people like the Governor, I can't survive the prison just to die in an old factor, this can't be how it goes. Her
hands started profusely sweating, and she used all the strength she had to try and break the ties on her wrists. She also knew that her efforts were futile, but the adrenaline and the horror coursing through her was overriding logical thinking and
problem solving. Eugene would be great for this, she thought.

The man with the bat then moved over to Rick, he lifted the bat with ease, an electric feeling of knowing he was about to take away another human life gave him a high like no other. So he paused before his swing, soaking in the feeling with the knowledge
that this excitement would be short lived, and soon he would be out of toys to play with.

He swung, and right before it connected with Rick, an explosion rocked the building, and the bat fell out of his hands. Nora's head smacked against the concrete floor, and Glenn, Daryl, and Rick fell down beside her. But where she was now reeling from
her altered vision, Rick was immediately up, his hands free from him cutting his ties while Gareth was talking to him. And he was out for vengeance, life had thrown him fucked up situations, one after another as if it was all a game, and Rick came
out more powerful each time. He wasn't the man at the camp saying. "we don't kill the living," anymore, he knew better now. He advanced on the man who was just about to knock him out, and thrusted the stake in the mans neck, his artery gushing out
blood, leaving him a motionless puppet.

The other still held a knife in his hands, dripping with the blonde kid's blood, the blood of the kid Rick and Carol had met not long ago on a run. Him and his girlfriend were trying their hardest to survive and even though they had made it that far with
no fighting skills or strengths, they still made it, and Rick had offered for them to come back to the prison. Then his girlfriend was ripped apart by walkers, and the boy was nowhere to be found. Until today, where Rick had only seen him a minute
before his blood was dripping from the knife this man was holding right now.

Rick's blood boiled with the unfairness of everything that had happened, not just today, but since it all started, and he stomped over, jabbing the stake into the mans stomach, then ripping the stake in an upwards motion, creating an incision going from
his stomach to his throat. He stepped back, letting him bleed out, and then ran over to his people, cutting their ties.

Nora felt the stake break her ties, and she jumped up, her vision still a little off. Rick cut Daryl's ties last and yelled at them, "check the room there for our weapons!" He pointed at a connecting room, and Daryl immediately took up the job, slamming
through the door and coming back less than a minute later with guns, knives, and his crossbow.

Daryl threw Nora a knife, and she knew it shouldn't matter, but she felt a twinge of disappointment seeing that the knife she now held wasn't her knife, the one she was separated from from at the entrance of Terminus.

"Get ready!" Rick boomed, and then he slid open the doors leading into utter chaos outside. Nora felt like she had just left a battlefield only to travel and find a new one, and she was no soldier, she wasn't equipped for this. She stayed close to the
boys, biters all around. Smoke made her throat clench in distaste, and the smell of blood overcame her senses. Screaming was making her ears ring, and she practically glued herself to Glenn's side as they ran through the area. She didn't even know
which way was the right way to go, but she followed Rick nonetheless.

A walker's moans were in her ear, and Nora whipped around, digging her knife into its skull. She tried to rip her knife back out, but it was lodged there. Her breathing got quicker, both out of fear of being left behind without any of the boys noticing,
and fear that she had just lost her only weapon. After a few seconds of struggling with the knife, she gave up, and kept running. Glenn was a few meters ahead with Daryl and Rick, but he turned around when he saw that Nora was no longer near him.

"Nora!" he yelled at her, she quickened her pace, running full speed to catch up with him.

He waited until she was back with him, and then they kept going, running up to Rick and Daryl. Their train car was about twenty feet ahead, and more biters were surrounding the area. Flames seemed to be everywhere, Nora couldn't pinpoint where they came
from, and for the moment, she didn't care, all she cared about was how close they were to escaping.

She was focused on the train car, and then Glenn suddenly stopped. "Hey, hey you guys!" Daryl and Rick came back, "there's someone in here." He gestured to a train car Nora didn't even see when she was running. Sure enough, there was a faint banging coming
from inside the car. Glenn tried opening the doors, "it won't open. Rick, hand me your gun," Rick stood there reluctantly, and Glenn got close to him, desperate, "if we don't save them, then what kind of people are we?" Rick waited a moment and then
handed Glenn the gun.

Glenn shot the lock off the train car and a man with long scraggly hair and a beard thundered out, grabbing Nora's shirt and getting so close to her face that even through everything around her, she could smell his reeking breath. "We're all the same!"
He laughed hysterically, "we're all the same!" He pulled even harder on Nora's shirt, and she tried to push at his sweaty chest. "We're all the same" he smiled, Rick grabbed the back of the man's shirt and pushed him into an incoming biter. Nora exhaled
shakily and then they kept going.

Once they reached the train car, Rick slammed the door open and yelled at his group, "We're fighting our way out, go, go!" He shot at biters near the door, and then ran back. The group started filing out the door.

"Dad!" Carl yelled, Rick ran to him, caressing his face, making sure he was fine before they started running towards the fences. Nora ran in the middle of Abraham, Rosita, and Sasha, figuring that was as safe as she could be without a weapon. Michonne
ran with her makeshift weapon from the train car, stabbing biters effortlessly. Eugene ran next to Rosita and Abraham as they protected both themselves and him, the cure. Rick threw a coat over the fence and pushed Carl up first, "c'mon!" Everyone
sped up, Eugene went next, then Bob, and one by one they went. Nora was pushed forward by Rick, and she jumped up, grasping the fence. She flipped onto the other side and landed on dying Georgia grass. She made room for Rick to land last, and he jogged
over to his duffel bag of backup weapons. He pulled out machete's, guns, knives, and everything they could need. They each grabbed a weapon, and made their way away from the supposed safe haven, now up in flames, just like the prison, and Woodbury
before that. And with the black smoke plaguing the air, Nora had to wonder if this was how it would always be.