The Roamer / TWD

The Boom

    Y/N tried to push herself further in to the corner as the door slid shut and locked. Glenn quickly moved to the front of the group while the others looked on with wary curiosity. Maggie, Sasha, and Bob rush forward as if they recognized the strangers. Y/N pulled at a loose string on her sleeve pulling it to bits as a way to ease her anxiety.

    The girl's fingers shook in fear and anxiety. She was seriously starting to consider that Gareth was getting tired of her. He had told her many times that she would never leave, to the point she was starting to believe him. So her little theory didn't make sense, it was just her anxiety eating away at her. Plus Keith said that he was going to....she couldn't even think about it, but she'd rather live than die.

    "Rick, is that you?" Glenns voice cut through Y/N's thoughts and her head snapped up. A man stepped forward. Y/N couldn't really see what was happening as G.I. Joe and his troupers were standing in her way. Yes, she was still mad. She couldn't really hear what was being said until a voice rang out.

"They're about to feel real stupid when they find out," This piqued Y/N's interest and she listened more intently. She peered at the man who spoke (he seemed to be the leader) from around Abrahams bulging bicep.

"And what's that?"  Abraham asked, a little apprehension in his voice.

"There screwin' with the wrong people," everyone was quiet after this Rick guy spoke. The tension was so thick you could cut it with Abrahams ego. Y/N smirked a little then shook her head in disbelief. The balls on this guy. Abraham noticed her shaking her head so she gave him a look as if to say 'this guy's on crack'. Abraham gave her lopsided smile and shook his head at her.

"We should start making weapons now," the new woman said. She was well built and her locks swayed around her shoulders. "We have enough people to fight."

"How many people do we have?" Rick asked. Glenn stepped forward.

"Rick this is Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara, and Smith," Y/N shuffled further behind Abraham not wanting to be further integrated with strangers. "This is Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and Carl. Including Myself, Maggie, Sasha and Bob we have 13."

Rick nodded then everyone started forming there own groups making weapons. Everyone's back story's started getting told. Abraham told how they came here and how Gareth dismissed the whole Eugene-has-a-cure thing. This pissed Y/N off because Abraham had made it seem like he was honoring her with that information but gave it freely to these strangers. They started talking about different people and places. From what Y/N could gather, Ricks group had been part of a community at a prison, then they were separated and are all slowly reuniting. Y/N tried not to pay a attention but this was the most interesting thing to happen to her in a year.

Y/N watched them make weapons out of anything she was impressed but felt like there attempts were useless. "Aren't you going to do anything?"

Y/N looked at Rosita. "No." Then she cringed because that probably solidified their theory that she was a spy. 

"Why not?" Rosita asked. She couldn't understand the girl, she was puddle of contradictions.

Because I'm not stupid. Y/N thought to herself. She was saved from responding from the yelling that came from outside. Instructions were yelled but everyone ignored them facing the door ready to attack. Then the hatch door on the roof opened up and everyone ducked for cover.

The next few minutes were a blur of sound and sight. By the time Y/N came back to her senses she was sitting on a hard plastic chair. She opened her eyes and had to squint at the sun light streaming in. Her heart was beating thunderously in her ears so she couldn't hear very well. Finally Y/N was able to look around her surroundings. She was in the Butcher Room. The windows let in so much sun that she was almost happy to be there. She was loosely tied to the chair by a rope across her abdomen. In front of her were several men, some she recognized some she didn't. All of them were tied before the blooding bin. Bob, Rick, The long-haired one, and Glenn sat at the end while some other men kneeled further along the trough.

    Two men walked into the room from a side door, Y/N could see them but the men couldn't turn around to look at them. The Terminus workers stopped when they saw her tied to the chair. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

    Almost every one at Terminus knew what she looked like and what her purpose here was. So she wasn't surprised when they knew her name but she cringed because now they just added onto Bob's suspicions. Even though that shouldn't matter as he's going to die soon she still felt shame at being caught lying.

    "I don't know," her voice came out weak and unsure, afraid. That's how she wanted to portray herself to Terminus, better they underestimated her than anything.

    "Don't worry kid, Gareth still needs ya," the man said as him and his partner grab their weapons from a shelf near by. Y/N looks down in response and flinched when she heard the thwack of wood hitting skull. She could hear them cut his throat and the panicked muffles of the other men. Suddenly someone enters the room from behind Y/N. She can't see but based off of the two mens reactions she could guess who it was.

    "Y/N," Gareth's voice rings out and the two men continue to kill some more. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience's of the past few days." His voice dripped with sarcasm and Y/N kept her head down.

    "It's okay," Her voice was small, barely audible. She new that if she didn't answer him, he would only get angrier at her.

    "Okay," Gareth dismissed her while getting back on topic. He interrupted the guards who were killing and started asking some questions. Y/N's heart beat once again pounded in her ears and she had to stop listening. She was so scared of Gareth it was more psychological than anything. A year of verbal and sometimes physical abuse does that to a person.

    When Y/N raised her head again Gareth was leaning over Bob with a knife to his eye. Rick and Gareth were sharing dome intense eye contact. Finally Rick said something she couldn't hear. He talked for quite a bit, explains something before his body language turned more threatening. Y/N watched Gareth stand up, easily dismissing whatever was said. He looked at her then started to walk past her when a big BOOM shook the building. Gareth's walkie-talkie started to erupt with conversations and he rushed from the room.

    Authors Note:

    Sorry for not posting last week. Yay we're almost out of terminus! Finally.