The Walking Dead: Secrets

Part 101 (Zoey 101)

Sorry for da little pun up duuurrrr...

RICK'S P.O.V

We already know that we lost one of the kids. What could have happened to the others?

It hurt to think about where my son could be right now? He could be dead!

We searched the land for any sign of them. Anything. Then, Daryl called us over.

He was squatted behind a tree, peering around the corner.

"Over there...a building...they could be there..."

"Then, let's go!" Beth exclaimed, but I grabbed her by the arm.

"We can't...there's guards everywhere..." I said, pointing at the men standing on piles of items stacked in the junkyard.

"Let's sneak..." Glenn suggested. We all nodded and crawled our way to the outside walls of the building.

"Does everyone have guns?" I asked. They nodded, ready to fire.

I pulled out my gun, aiming quickly at the guard in the back. I shot as he fell to the ground with a bullet in his head. One after another, they were each silently killed. I motioned the group to follow me. We entered the gates and charged at the door.

I entered first, Daryl behind me. Then, Glenn. Then, Beth. I put my index finger to my mouth, signaling them to be quiet, and listen. The room was silent except for one thing.

Whack, 'grunt', whack, 'grunt'. Muffled sobs of pain.

"Someone's in there..." I told them. "What if that's Carl?" I added.

"It may be..." Beth said, quietly. I headed towards where the noise was coming from. As I reached my destination, the sounds grew louder. Soon, when I was right outside, I busted open the door.

There laid a bloody, beaten up, sweaty Carl. He was crying, shaking in fear, huddled in the middle of the floor as a man with a switch stood above him.

"Who are you?" He asked, facing me.

"Your worst nightmare..." I said, pulling out my gun, and pulling the trigger. But, nothing came out.

He just smiled at me. I examined the gun, then noticed. I have no more ammo...

Carl looked at me, blankly, the tears still running down his cheeks.

"Landon, take them out in the courtyard for punishment. Get Zachary, Andrew, and the rest of them to get anyone else."

I felt someone's arm clasp onto my wrists. I thrashed as the brought me outside and put me on my knees, telling me to stay or die. They brought out the rest of the group. Daryl, Glenn, Beth, and Carl.

The black haired man walked out with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire in his hand.

"Now, who should die? It's such a hard choice..."

Everyone kept their head down, not wanting to look.

"How about this..."

He stuck out his bat, saying, and passing to each person,"Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, catch the tiger by his toe, if he hollers let him go, my mother said to pick the very last one and you..." Me... "Are..." Daryl... "It..." Glenn.

"Get him up!" The man yelled at his fellow partners who took Glenn by the arms and placed him in front of Negan.

"Please...please...don't do this..." Glenn pleaded.

"It's too late now..." He said with a smile. I glanced up and saw him raise his bat. He swung it down with power. As I squeezed my eyes together, a heard the horrible thwack with a sudden crack followed right behind it.