The Enemy

[7] Monkey Nuts

Chapter song// Alex Schulz - Never Forget You

"From the day that I met you, I knew that I would love you 'til the day I die"
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"Now that you're here," the woman started, flipping the meat that sizzled on the grill, "place your weapons on the ground and put your hands up."

"And why in monkeys nuts would we do that?" Abraham chortled.

"Because your surrounded," my head spun around, trying to spot the people who apparently surrounded us, but there was no one. But then, movement appeared on the rooftops of the buildings. Several people came into view, large guns in their hands, the scopes aimed at us, "now do the smart thing here and place your guns on the ground." Instinctively, I draw my gun and aimed it at the closest person–which happened to be Mary.

"Jules!" Glenn chided, "put it down."

"We're not just going to just surrender. Are we?" I glared at the back of his head in disbelief, I wasn't just going to give up without a fight.

"Juliet, think with your head not your fists," Glenn told me, by the tone of his voice, I knew this was the end of the conversation and I placed my gun on the ground, glaring daggers at Mary who hadn't even looked up from the grill. The rest of the group followed my pursuit and dropped their guns to the ground.

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My fingers traced the patterns in the train car's metal walls. My hands worked to find a weak spot in the metal; a way out of the darkness the train car caused.

"Do you possess any balls?" Abraham remarked towards Glenn.

"We could've taken them, " Rosita contributed.

"There were too many," Glenn spoke, attempting to justify his actions, "we took the smart path. We will get out of here, and when we do we'll be smart about it."

"Are you listening to yourself?" Rosita's questions thick with sarcasm.

I tuned them out. My fingers brushing the cool metal, up and down. My fingers paused when vibrations ran through them, vibrations coming from some sort of noise outside. I pressed my ear against the train and listened for something–anything. Except all I could hear was the bickering of the group behind me.

"Shut up!" I yelled, the noise echoed around the small train car. The vibrations of my voice ran along the walls and throughout my body. Now that everyone was quiet, I pressed my ear against the wall again.

"Now the archer," a faint voice yelled, "now the samurai." What was going on out there. What are they going to do to us? "Ringleader, open the door and go in."

"Get ready!" I pushed myself from the wall and readied my fists, standing in front of the door, "someone's coming in."

As I finished the sentence, the door noisily creaked open. The sunlight peered in and temporarily blinded me, I relaxed my fists to cover my eyes. Squinting through the light, I saw 4 faces, all stood in a line, all entering the train car. It was him. The man from the prison.

"Rick," Glenn stepped forward. 3 more people entered the train, the guy with the crossbow-although he know longer had his crossbow-the woman Brian held captive and the kid who shot Brian in the arm.

"Your here," Rick looked over everyones faces, but his gaze stopped on me, flickered to Tara's, then back to me. My gaze fixated on the ground, as I made eye contact. Even if Glenn, Maggie and the others from the prison forgave me-Rick wouldn't. He was the leader. He loathed the governor. He loathes me.

"They're our friends," Maggie spotted his extended gaze on us, "they helped save us."

"Now their friends of ours," Rick stated, however not everyone felt that way. I could feel holes being burnt into my head by the archer, his eyes held daggers. The phrase, 'if looks could kill' flittered through my head, because if they could, I'd be dead.

Rick began to chuckle to himself, "they're going to feel pretty stupid when they find out."

"Find out what?" Glenn asked.

"That they're fucking with the wrong people."
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Short, shit chapter I know. I'm aware. I just wanted to end season 4 and start season 5, I have quite a few plans for season 5.
~A