Morgan Grimes

-Chapter 22-

Morgan's PoV

"Hey guys, wheres Bob?"

Those four words had sparked a panic, Sasha, Tyreese and dad immediately leaving the church to go look for the missing member of our group.

I sat next to Carl, all of us now in silence. A complete contrast to how we all were only moment ago. The door opened with a loud creak making every head turn to see the three return, no Bob in sight.

Sasha walked straight up to the front of the church and looked at Gabriel, "Stop." She told him, "What are you doing?" Gabriel looked at her confused and stepped a bit closer, "What are you doing?" She repeated. "This is all connected. You show up, we're being watched, and now three of us are gone."

My head snapped up at that, "Three?"

"Daryl and Carol." Dad told me, I felt my heart drop, he told me he'd be back, he better come back.

"I don't... I don't have anything to do with this." Gabriel told the woman, clearly nervous. Sasha didn't remove her glare as she slowly brought a hand to unsheathe her knife, "Wait."

"Don't!"

"Sasha, put it away." Tyreese told his younger sister but was ignored.

"Who's out there?" She asked the man who held his hands up in defence. "I... I don't have anything to do with this." Gabriel told her but Sasha replied by asking where our people were.

"I don't have anything to..." Gabriel tried to repeat his claims but was interrupted by Sasha screaming, "Where are our people?!"

"Please, I don't have anything to do with this."

Dad walked forwards and gently pulled Sasha away from the priest, I could see tears form in her eyes as she walked backwards towards her brother, not removing her death glare.

"Why'd you bring us here?" Dad asked him.

"Please, I... I...."

"You working with someone?" Dad asked him, stepping forwards.

"I'm alone. I'm alone." Gabriel back up, "I was always alone."

"What about the woman in the food bank, Gabriel?" Dad asked him, "What did you do to her? 'You'll burn for this' That was for you, why? What're you gonna burn for, Gabriel?" Dad asked him before lunging forwards and in the blink of an eye holding the Priest in a tight grip and punching him backwards, "What did you do? What did you do?!"

Gabriel shook himself from my fathers grip and pushed him away, looking around at us all, terrified. He was on the verge of tears before he started to speak, "I lock the doors at night. I always lock the doors at night. I always lock the doors at night." He repeated, his eyes swelling with tears.

Okay? He locked the doors and for that he's gonna burn?

"They started coming, my congregation. Atlanta was bombed the night before and they were all scared. They were... they were looking for a safe place, a place where they felt safe." As he explained his tears fell and trickled down his cheeks, "And it was so early. It was so early. And the doors were still locked. You see... it was my choice. But there were so many of them and they were trying to pry the shutters and banging on the sidings, shouting and screaming at me. And so, the dead came for them. Women... children. Entire families calling my name as they were torn apart, begging me for mercy. Begging me for mercy."

Holy shit. This guy basically killed his entire congregation.

He started crying more, "Damning me to hell. I buried their bones. I buried it all." He looked around at all of us again, nodding his head continuously, "The lord sent you here to finally punish me." He practically collapsed to the ground and then he looked up at dad, "I'm damned. I was damned before. I always lock the doors. I always lock the doors. I always lock the doors." He sobbed.