𝟒𝟕 - 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝

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.・゜-: ✧☾ ☽✧ :-゜・.

Rick was the first one on his feet after Garett left the room. The two men who were meant to be slaughtering them, like they had with the other men, were pacing around the room in panic ever since they heard the explosion, giving Rick an opportunity to sneak up on the one with the bat.

Levi forced his ropes off his hands almost jumping into a stance. Within seconds he paced across the room, jabbing his sharpened piece of wood into the second man's throat. He rammed his weapon in and out until he was more than sure that he was completely dead. Blood stained his hands and face and he tossed his wooden weapon aside, picking up the knife that the man had used to cut open the throats of the other men.

He and Rick helped the others to free themselves before they all rushed out of the room. They found themselves in a cooling room where human body parts hung from the ceiling and guts covered the tables.

"Cross any of there's people, you kill 'em. Don't hesitate." Rick said, seeing exactly what type of group this really was.

"Stay behind me," Levi ordered Tristan who opened his mouth to protest but Levi wasn't paying attention anymore knowing that all Tristian was going to do was protest and say that he could handle himself.

They rushed to the exit of the building. The explosion had caused great damage. Smoke rose in the sky, creating dark and threatening clouds on the sky. Walkers had found their way inside, roaming through Terminus. Peeking through the glass they saw the clear path that they had to escape as the walkers were distracted by one of the containers where people were held inside.

"We gotta let those people out," Glenn said, hearing a man pleading from inside the container. "That's still who we are. It's gotta be."

Levi bit the inside of his lip, fighting the urge to argue with him. All he could think about was getting back to Stella and then getting her to safety.

Rick opened the door and slammed it shut gaining the attention of the walkers. They took down the few walkers with ease as Glenn struggled to open the container. Just as he got the door open, a man sprung out with his eyes wide open screaming and yelling in Glenn's face. "We're the same! We're the same!"

As Rick pushed him off the man chuckled wickedly before getting grabbed by a walker. Not a single noise, cry or reaction left the man's mouth. But suddenly, a scream erupted from behind the group. A shrill cry from a familiar voice. Before Levi turned around, he was sure who it was. The sight that struck him when he turned around shattered all his surroundings and suddenly he was the one screaming all while collapsing into an abyss of guilt that washed over him roughly.

He was quick to shove and kill the walker that was on top of Tristian, praying that it wasn't too late but a red, bloody bite mark on his neck revealed that he was.

Levi dropped to his knees next to the boy staring with wide eyes at the wound. Tristian coughed and cried out in pain. The rest of the group joined him, their voices disoriented. The smoke that rose on the sky seemed to loom over his sight. He couldn't help. He couldn't take the pain away. He couldn't end his suffering. He was helpless.

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