The terminators walking dead.

Omid and Christa

Third person

Gabriel stood off to the side of the train car near his weapons and medical bag. Gabriel was cleaning his shot gun of any grim and dirt that was on the gun. The terminator was mostly just thinking as he effortlessly pulled the barrel off the gun and oiled the springs in the loader. The shells were in his bag as he cleaned the grime off of the gun, no need to accidentally blow anyones head into different pieces.

Gabriel's thoughts were stuck on the form of Duck as he laid in a puddle of blood. Gabriel hadn't thought that he'd feel bad about killing someone, as he's killed so many over the last three months. Honestly the Terminator assumed that he'd feel nothing like how he used to.

Well apparently he was bullshitting himself.

Gabriel actually did feel something akin to sympathy for Kenny, the man had watched his wife and child die in the same day. Not only that but now he's chasing a dream of finding a boat which will most likely never happen. Does Kenny seriously think that no one has thought of this idea already? He's not the only human being out there in the world, though the number is dwindling for sure. Kenny is losing it that's for sure.

Gabriel put the barrel back on the shotgun and went to start cleaning the stock where some dirt and mud had gotten on the back. He wasn't sure how Kenny would turn out in a few years if they all survived this but Gabriel imagined that he would become cold but caring. Damn that man has been through a lot.

Gabriel's eyes looked away from the Shotgun and toward Clementine who sat with Carley still on the edge of the train car. Carley was cutting Clementines hair per Lee's request so she wouldn't get grabbed by anything, or anyone. Gabriel actually agreed to that idea and gave Carley a pair of scissors made from his poly alloy, though she didn't see him make them. Gabriel was tempted to cut her hair as he could download thousands of files on cutting hair but that would seem suspicious in his eyes, because why wouldn't he have said that before?

Gabriel smiled as Clem complained about getting her hair cut, he thought it was funny because she probably won't get a proper haircut from a barber in...well actually never again.

"You know, if Lee did this he would probably make you look like a boy. Be grateful you have a ladies touch at least." Carley responded with a smile as she cut large pieces of hair off Clems head. She tried to keep the girl look while taking off as much as possible.

"What about your hair, it's long to." Clem complained with a frown. Carley shrugged and rubbed a hand through her hair.

"I'm a good shot, no one's getting even close to me." She chuckled and continued to cut Clems hair even as the 8 year old switched topics.

Gabriel finished his cleaning and pulled the rack back to see if he had done a good job, when he heard the satisfying sound of the shot gun cocking back he smirked. There was nothing more satisfying than racking a shotgun...well actually a 50 BMG was pretty satisfying. But the Terminator knew he was never gonna find one of those.

Gabriel put the ammo back into the shotgun and racked it. He put the shotgun to the side near his other weapons and pulled out his machete, which he was worried about dulling. Gabriel cringed as he scanned the edge of the weapon, his fears confirmed as small nicks and numbs coated the edge. He shook his head and looked around to make sure one was looking before forming a small razor sharp blade on his pinkie. For about 2 minutes Gabriel sharpened the edge of the Machete, keeping it behind his bag so no one saw him. After he was finished he smiled and looked at the blade again, satisfied when the Machete was razor sharp.

"Do I look dumb?" Clementine asked. Gabriel looked up from the machete and at the pair in front of him with a small smile.

"No, you look cute and less hard to grab." Gabriel admitted. Clementine looked at him with a smile in thanks. Carley smiled as well and tossed the scissors back at Gabriel who caught them and "put" them in his bag.