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[32] no sanctuary

maneater --- nelly furtado

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[POV]

Terminus had taken the groups hostage. Rick, Carl, Michonne and Daryl were the last of them to enter the train car. Maggie, Sasha and Bob's group had already reconnected with Glenn and his four new companions.

"They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go." Abraham, one of the ones Glenn met on the road, spoke as the captured group prepared for whatever was about to happen. "We'd just got here, but damn, it was time to go. When I told 'em about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns, and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shit storm."

Sasha looked to Rick, "Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?"

Michonne answered, "No."

Rick continued to saw off a stake with a chain from the wooden panel by the door. 

"Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried." Daryl told Maggie about what happened to her sister.

"But she's alive?"

He nodded, "She's alive."

"What about JJ?" Glenn questioned. 

Carl's eyes fell to the ground, a pit of guilt in his stomach. Rick didn't pause, his jaw set with anger as he continued sawing.

"I sent her back for Judith," Carl finally admitted.

Daryl gave a slow, deliberate nod, his gaze fixed on the ground. "Building was hit right after she ran inside."

They returned to their work in grim silence, the atmosphere thick with tension as they created makeshift weapons from whatever they could find.

Daryl positioned himself by the door, squinting through the tiniest cracks in the slats of wood, "All right. Got four of them pricks coming our way."

Rick's eyes flashed with determination as he gave a final, firm reminder. "Y'all know what to do—go for their eyes first. Then, their throats."

They were ready, facing the door with their makeshift weapons clenched tightly in their hands.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car. Now!" a voice barked from outside. A smoke grenade was dropped through an opening in the roof. The canister hit the floor with a metallic clang, and a thick cloud of smoke began to fill out the small space.

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The Terminus men took Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Bob from the train car, lining them up with four other men. It was Sam, the man Carol and Rick had met earlier on a run. They men went down the row, hitting them on the back of the neck with a bat once before slitting their throats and letting their blood drain through the tub.

Gareth, the leader, strode in with a notepad, "Hey, guys. What were your shot counts?"

"38." One of the men answered before hitting another victim like it was nothing.

Glenn was next.

"Hey!" Gareth stopped, looking to the other man doing the dirty work, "your shot count?"

"Crap, man, I'm sorry. It was my first roundup."

Gareth sighed, "After you're done here, go back to your point and count the shells. Kaylee won't be gathering them until tomorrow."

"Hey! Hey, let me talk to you!" Bob muffled through the gag tied around his mouth.

"Four from A? Four from D?" Gareth wrote.