Gone|TWD³

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘•𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄-can't go back

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎. 𝐖𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍, 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎." Abraham said as everyone was making weapons with whatever they have on them. "When I told them 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 shitstorm."

"Before they put you in here, did you see Tyreese or Leo?" Sasha asked, looking towards Michonne.

"No." Michonne responded.

"Good." Sasha said nodding.

"You were with Devin? Is she dead?" Willow asked, walking over to Daryl.

Dane and Sam both looked towards the man. Daryl bit his finger nail and shrugged. "Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried."

"But they're alive?" Maggie asked, looking over.

Daryl hesitantly nodded. "They're alive."

"Shut up!" Someone from outside shouted.

Daryl looked through a gap in the door. "Alright, got four of them pricks coming our way."

"Y'all know what to do." Rick said. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."

Everybody got ready to attack once the door gets opened. "Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now."

Footsteps were heard on the roof and suddenly the top opened and let's in the sunshine. A can dropped in.

"Move!" Abraham yelled.

Dane grabbed Willow and pulled her to the far end of the car. The can exploded and smoke filled the car.

When it clears out they all notice that five of them were missing.

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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 inbetween Rick and Daryl. Glenn and Bob were also on their knees in front of the same metal tub along with four other guys. All of them had cloth tied around their head and in their mouths.

A man stood to the side scraping two sharp knives together. Another man stood behind them practicing swinging a metal bat. "Alright." The man with the bat said, nodding his head.

The two men walked down the roll and stoped by a blond man. The others looked their way to see what was gonna happen.

The guy with the bat hit the blond in the head and the guy with the knife slit his throat. The guy beside the blond started to scream but it was muffled.

The next guy got his slit throat cut. This happened two more times and finally the two men get to man before Glenn.

Rick started trying to get the knife that Willow gave him out of his pants leg. Dane had a sharp piece of wood that he planned on using when the time was right.

Gareth walked in with a book in his hands. "Hey, guys. What were your shot counts?"

"Thirty-eight." The baseball bat man said before hitting the next man. The guy with the knife then did his job.

They move over to Glenn. The bat guy was about to swing. "Hey." Gareth said stopping him. "Your shot count?" He asked the other guy.

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

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

"Hey!" Bob yelled muffled. "Hey, let me talk to you."

"Five from A, four form D?" Gareth counted before looking at his book.

"Yeah."

"Hey, let me talk to you for a minute." Bob said and Gareth looked at him. "Let me talk to you for a minute."

Gareth walked over to him and moved the cloth from his mouth. "What?"

"Don't do this. We can fix this." Bob told him.

"No, you can't." Gareth said going to put the cloth back in Bob's mouth.

"You don't have to do this." Bob said stopping him. "We told you there's a way out of all this. You just have to take a chance."

"We have a man who knows how to stop it. He has a cure. We just have to get him to Washington. You don't have to do this, man." Bob repeated. "We can put the world back to how it was."

"Can't go back, Bob." Gareth said putting the cloth in Bob's mouth and ignoring him.

Gareth then crouched down in front of Rick and Dane. He reached forward and took Rick's gag out.

"We saw you go into the woods with a bag and come out without it. Had to pull my spotters back before we could go look for it." Gareth told him. "What was in it?"

Rick said nothing and only looked at Gareth. If looks could kill it was safe to say that Gareth would be dead.

"You hid it, right? In case things went bad? Smart. Still, we'll find it. But it's too dangerous to go out there right now." Gareth pulled out a knife and pulled Dane closer to him. He held the knife to Dane's forehead.

He glanced at Rick. "What was in it? I'm curious. And it was a big bag." Rick still stayed quiet. "You really gonna let me do this?"

"Well, let me take you out there." Rick finally said. "I'll show you."

Gareth shook his head. "Not gonna happen. This might." He said, nodding towards the knife and Dane.

"There's guns in it." Rick quickly said. "AK-47. .44 Magnum. Automatic weapons. Nightscope. There's a compound bow and a machete with a red handle. That's what I'm gonna use to kill you."

Gareth smiled, he started to chuckle putting away his knife. He then put the gag back in Rick's mouth. He pat his shoulders standing up. "Thanks."

"You have two hours to get them on the driers. I'm gonna go back to public face. Now's the time we can get messy, but we need to dial it all in by sundown." Gareth told the knife man and bat man.

"Got it."

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly the sound of gunshots started to come from outside. Gareth pulled out his walkie. "Hey, Chuck?"

Suddenly there was an explosion that shook the building.

𝖤𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝟦.𝟥𝟢.𝟤𝟥
𝟧:𝟦𝟣𝗉𝗆
𝟣𝟢𝟣𝟧𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍—3:55𝐏𝐌, 12.25.23