❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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Rick motioned for us to cut through the woods when he spotted something through the trees: a large brick building with eight letters printed across it.
T. E. R. M. I. N. U. S.
The group came to a halt before a fence thick with vines around the perimeter of the building. Rick slowly moved back a few steps and began digging a hole in the ground. He threw the duffel bag he had been carrying into it.
"We're gonna find a place where we can go in without being seen," Rick instructed us. "Follow me at all times and keep your weapons out." We crouched down as we moved swiftly to where he told us. Rick hopped the fence, everyone following. We hurried down to a separate building that had a door propped open, staying low. Daryl placed his hand on the handle, opening it a little farther so everyone could fit through. I could hear a woman's voice echoing inside.
"Terminus: sanctuary for all, community for all. Those who arrive survive," she droned on. We cautiously stepped out into the open, spotting the woman sitting at a desk with headphones on and a microphone sitting in front of her. I gazed out farther into the room and saw people at stations, working. Rick approached the woman.
"Hello," he said to her. She turned her head, startled, taking off her headphones. "Hello," he addressed the people in the back, his voice echoing in the spacious room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes locked on us. A guy in a dirty gray coat dropped his pencil, sighing.
"I bet Albert ison perimeter watch." He slowly walked to the middle of the room. "You here to rob us?"
"No." Rick stepped closer towards him. "We just wanted to see you before you saw us."
"Well, welcome to Terminus. I'm Gareth. Looks like you guys've been on the road for a long while," he said, observing us in our rough condition.
"We have. I'm Rick." He turned around, nodding to us as he called off our names. "That's Carl, Daryl, Aften, and Michonne." Gareth awkwardly waved to us then stared at me for a few moments. I shifted uncomfortably in my spot. He chuckled to himself.
"You're nervous. I get it." Gareth went back to addressing the whole group again. "We came to this place for sanctuary. Is that what you're here for?" Rick nodded in response. "Well, you've found it." Another man from behind the stations walked towards Gareth. "Alex will ask you a few questions, but first we need to see everyone's weapons," he demanded. Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl, and I exchanged nervous glances with each other. Rick slowly set down his gun first, everyone following. Gareth and Alex sauntered over to us to pat us down, Alex making sure to take his time with me. Daryl glared at him and Alex shrunk away when he got the hint. "We're not easily fooled around here, so you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid. As long as everyone's clear on that we shouldn't have any problems," Gareth finished. Alex turned to us after we took back our weapons.
