"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Rhea Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Rhea Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any of you ev...
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During the time in that boxcar, everyone became acquainted with the unknown people in the group. Multiple conversations were being held amongst multiple members of the group. Xander had been introduced to the four known people, who now had names to their faces. There was Rosita, the hat girl. Tara, the timid raven haired girl. Abraham, otherwise known as G.l. Joe and Eugene, who had a mullet.
"They seemed nice enough." Abraham stated "But I was ready to go. We just got here, but, damn it, it was time to go."
Once everyone had recovered their wits after reuniting with each other after so long. They began to assemble weapons made out of anything they could find bits of wood, metal, parts of clothing. Anything that was lying around was considered useful in aiding the group in their escape.
"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." Abraham continued.
"Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha questioned Michonne.
"No." Michonne replied.
"Good." Sasha said bluntly.
Daryl was talking to Maggie "Black car with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it. I tried."
"But she's alive?" Maggie asked desperately.
"She's alive." Daryl assured.
Xander turned towards Glenn "Glenn did you by any chance saw Rhea anywhere?"
Daryl also turned towards the two, as Glenn looked at them. "No I'm sorry Xan. Daryl." The two of them looked at each other, both loosing any kind of hope. Glenn noticed that and put his hand on the boy's shoulder "Hey, she is out there man. You got to believe that. Both of you."
A few seconds after all the conversations stopped, voices could be heard, gradually increasing in their volume as they approached the cart. Xander stood up and gripped his knife tightly in his hand, the fuckers didn't find it.
"Alright, we got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl informed.
"Y'all know what to do." Rick spoke, retracting his crouched position "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."
Xander stood in between Maggie and Carl.
"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now!"
Xander heard the voices outside.
Rick and Michonne looked at the brothers, who nodded that they were ready. They all heard footsteps on the roof of the train car and the door obove them opened and something fell in the middle of the floor and all Xander could remember was Abraham yelling.
"Move!"
Xander was trown back, as the smoke bomb went off. As he stirred, he heard Carl, Michonne and Maggie's voices as they surrounded the boy.
