The Walking Dead Season 5 [On Hold]

Chapter 1

Isabelle

I pull off my belt, wrapping it around my fist. I snap the teeth out, to that they stay in a locked position, pointing outwards.

We are all working on making makeshift weapons. I have chosen to not use my knives, because I do not want to risk having those confiscated, too.

A few of us murmur and speak about the people that could still be alive. So many people are missing, but we can only hope. It is all we can truly do these days.

Daryl and Abraham are keeping watch, ready to alert us at a moments notice, of when the other people from Terminus begin coming our way.

I glance over at Molly. She has ripped the zipper of off her sweater, wrapping it around her fist. She clenches her hand as she continues to work on other weapons.

It is mostly silent, the rest of us focused to our weapons.

Voices outside begin to grow louder, and we pause in our work, looking up. My stomach and heart leap into my throat; I am worried, much more than I should be.

"Alright. Got four of 'em pricks comin' our way." Daryl confirms.

Rick stands from his work, ripping a chain our of the wall. "Y'all know what to do," he commands. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."

We gather silently around the door, posed to attack. Molly, Carl and I all stand in the back. my heart is beating fiercely; I can hear the blood in my head.

"Get your backs to the wall at ether end of the car," one male voice outside orders. "Now!"

A small square in the roof of the car opens, sunlight filtering in. A small, metal can drops in, rolling for a few inches, and then stopping. We all remain motionless, watching it.

"Move!" Abraham shouts, and we scatter.

The can explodes, releasing a cloud of white smoke. Just before it does, as we all are scattering, I see Michonnie grasp Molly, and Carl grasping my arms, pulling me back.

I double over, coughing, and feel Carl coughing, too. He pulls me to him, clearly doing his best to shield me from the smoke, but it is everywhere.

I can hear the others coughing, and I hear a door open. Footsteps sound in the car, moving around. I am torn away from Carl, and I immediately fight against the hands holding me. I feel the belt buckle connect with a fleshy area of the face, but I am still dragged out.

I am thrown against the ground, my head crashing into the pavement. The force knocks the breath out of me, and I lay still for a moment, gasping for air as my vision fades in and out.

A gas mask is dropped in front of me, and I slowly roll over, and my eyes travel up the body of a man, whom is holding his nose with both hands. Thin trails of blood run down his face, and he looks deeply angered. He raises his food above my head, and brings it down, sharply.

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I am hauled up, crouching on my knees. My wrists and ankles are bound together, and a cloth is tied over my mouth.

I am crouched over a long metal bin. The room is large and cement, with a few metal trays scattered everywhere. I am between Daryl and Glenn. I am the youngest one, and the only girl, even out of the four strange men crouched beside Glenn.

There are two Terminus men, and they wear plastic smocks, with blood like paint splashed on the front. One picks up a machete, and another grasps a metal bat, swing it in the air a few times.

The one with the machete walks to behind me, his feet stopping. He crouches over me, turning my head with the machete to face him. He smiles coldly. "Aren't you a pretty one. To bad we have to kill you, but there are the other women in the car, along with that younger one. Your sister, maybe?"