In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 37: No Sanctuary

We had spent hours taking what we had in the train car and make shifting them into weapons. I used my belt, taking the metal belt buckle off and bending the ends outwards.

"Alright, got four of them pricks comin' our way." Daryl said as he peered out of the small crack in the doorway.

"Y'all know what to do." Rick yanked off a piece of wood that he's been trying to saw off the past several hours with the chain from Hershel's watch. He placed it in his boot, then he used another weapon he made. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."

Everyone got into an attack stance waiting for the men to slide open that door before we attacked.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car, now!" A man shouted from the other side of the door.

None of us moved.

There was a metal squeaking sound, but it wasn't from the door. A light shined from above, and when I looked up it was enough time to see an object drop from above, landing on the metal surface with a clank.

"Move!" Abraham shouted.

Everyone dove to either side of the car before the canister exploded, releasing a horrible smelling gas that burned our eyes and throats.

The train car opened, I could barely make out a tall figure before being yanked up. I almost couldn't catch my breath from coughing so much from the gas. They had a firm grip around my arm before they tossed me to the ground just outside of the train car. I tried to blink back the tears from the burning sensation, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing worked. I saw the blurry figure of Rick being thrown to the ground beside me. He made an attempt to stand, but the man that had grabbed me kicked him in his face causing him to lose consciousness. I watched as Daryl, and Glenn were also pulled from the car, tying their hands behind their backs, and dragging them towards a warehouse.

I tried standing, but my arms were jerked backwards and tied with a ziptie before I too was being dragged towards the warehouse.

I dug my boots into the gravel, "Let me go you fucking pricks!" I yelled as I was thrashing around in their grips.

Another man came up behind me, and tied a cloth around my mouth, but that still didn't deter me from fighting against them. What did however, was when I walked into that warehouse. My eyes went wide as I looked around the room. In the corner near a table was a man with a chainsaw, and on the table was a man. As I was being dragged, I saw the man cut into this mans leg, sawing it completely off.

I was thrown to my knees in front of a metal draining basin, beside me were four men I didn't know. I felt them place my feet close together and tie them with zip ties. I saw them place Rick, Glenn, and Daryl beside me with zip ties on their hands and cloths in their mouths.

I watched as two men went to the farther end of the basin. One was wielding a bat, while the other was wielding a knife. A blonde man was knelt in front of the basin, and without hesitation the man with the bat took a big swing at the back if his head knocking him out, the other man jerked the blonde mans head back, slitting his throat. The blonde mans body limped forward over the basin as his blood began to pool into the metal basin.

Before I could even process what was happening, they moved on to the next man, repeating the process. His blood too, poured into the basin. I looked down and saw the river of blood flowing down towards the drain that was in the middle. I began to feel my anxiety rise as the next man was hit, and sliced open.

"Hey guys. What were your shot counts?" Gareth entered the room with a notepad.

"38." The man with the bat responded, taking a swing at the man next to me. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the man land face first into the basin, making me start to panic as I realized I was next.