Alyssa Chávez has felt alone for most of her life. She was never good at making friends. She always felt a distance between her and her family. So when the apocalypse happened, her social life didn't take much of a hit. After losing her family, Alys...
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Chapter Thirteen Arm up
"Next time they come in here, we gotta be ready to fight out way out," Rick told them. "So arm up. Anything sharp or metal, you use it."
Alyssa got the knives she hid. The one in her bra, the four in her shoes, and the two she hid in her socks. Altogether she had 7 knives in her hands. After the incident with the Claimers, she didn't want to risk it again. "Think this will do?" she asked with a grin.
"You, little lady, are deeply mistrusting," the red-haired man told her as she handed him one of the knives. "And I respect that. Abraham Ford." He stuck his knife-free hand out for a handshake.
"Alyssa Chávez," she replied as she shook his hand. She distributed the rest of the knives, keeping one for herself, while Abraham started explaining how he and his group, consisting of Rosita Espinosa and Eugene Porter, got there.
"They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but, damn, I was ready to go," Abraham chuckled. "When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm."
Along with the knives, the group had several homemade weapons created from their belts, zippers and all that kind of stuff. Carl even pulled out a loose piece of floorboard and sharpened it with a knife. Daryl stood watch at the small gap between the door and the walls.
"All right. There are four of them pricks coming our way," Daryl warned them.
"You all know what to do. Go for their eyes first, then their throats" Rick instructed while they got into position.
"Put your backs to the walls at either end of the car. Now!" A man called from outside.
Instead of the door being opened, light came down from the ceiling and before they knew what was happening, a smoke grenade went off. Everything got fuzzy and when the smoke finally passed, four of them were gone.
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Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, there were gunshots. And then what must've been an explosion. The smell of smoke and burned flesh filled the air. Shots kept firing in what sounded like mass panic.
Alyssa peeked through the door. Parts of Terminus were on fire. People were running. Screaming. Firing their weapons at random. Walkers were on fire, crowding and attacking people. But still, no sign of their friends.
Abraham slammed his fist against the wall. "What the hell is going on?" he asked in frustration.
"They're being attacked," Alyssa explained as she watched through the cracks.
"Maybe our people got free?" Sasha suggested hopefully.
Eugene pushes past everyone in the way of the door. "Excuse me." He crouched down next to the door.
