Abraham's Voiceover: They seem nice enough but I was ready to go. We just got here but, damn, it was time to go
Annabelle sharpens makeshift bass knuckles with nails taped on the knuckles along the floor.
Jenna sharpens her knife as Carl approaches her and he leans down pressing his lips to hers
Carl: Jen, I need to say something and it's---
Jenna: Hey tell me when we get out of here, okay?
Carl: Okay when we get out of here.
They smile at each other.
Rosita wraps a belt around her fists and looks up, her eyes showing a new look; a look of protection and fury.
Sasha's Voiceover: Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?
Glenn: You guys didn't see Grady?
Brian: No but if they aren't here, then they're either locked up somewhere else or they're not here.
Daryl: I rather prefer Option B. Really don't want to lose my tea drinking buddy.
Brian: Yeah me either.
Vivian: Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried.
Ian: We saw either the same one or another one and tried to track it but lost track.
Lyla: But she's alive?
Vivian: She's alive and when we get out of here, I'm gonna find her
Rick: No, we'll gonnd find her. I promise you, honey
Vivian sadly nods her head not noticing Rosita staring at her with a sad slightly heartbroken expression.
The camera zooms out showing everyone sharpening their knifes and weapons around the train. Abraham lifts up his leg and lets out a loud fart rip
Brian and Vivian: DUDE!!
Abraham: Smell the wind, Hero Hair.
Glenn: I wish Grady was here.
Maggie: Knowing him, he would be laughing his ass off at what just happened.
Annabelle: Or have something stupid ass comment.
Brian: I miss my Grady.
There are faint sounds of voices coming from outside.
Daryl: All right, got four of them pricks coming this way.
Rick and Ian stands up
Ian: Gareth's mine. Leave his ass to me.
Rick: Ya'll know what to do?
Rosita walks up and stands beside Vivian, placing her hand on her lower back making her look at her, Rosita gives her a warm smile. Vivian smiles back.
Rick: Go for their eyes first. Then their throats.
Everyone gets in fighting stances.
Man: Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now.
Brian: EAT A DICK!!!
They look up hearing footsteps on the roof
Vivian: Oh great
Daryl: You and your big mouth, bro.
A smoke grenade is dropped inside through the roof
Abraham: MOVE!!
Lyla: MOVE!!
Brian and Daryl: Oh fuck me!
The smoke grenade explodes creating a large smoke cloud throughout the train car. Annabelle lunges tacking Jenna to the floor covering her body with hers.
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TWD-Vivian Grimes
FanfictionVivian Grimes: oldest child of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the dead began attacking the living, she thought her dad was dead until he found his way back to them again
