Collision

Chapter Fourty Four

~ Chapter Fourty Four ~

Carl's P.O.V.

The showdown was intense. I could tell Michonne was confused, but Daryl caught along the minute he saw the string tied around the woman's neck.

"Where the hell did you get that necklace?" Dad asked the woman, directed at basically everyone around.

Cautiously around us, people were reaching into their pockets. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat with angst.

"You want answers? You're only gonna get it when you put down that gun," Alex breathed through nervous breaths.

"That man on the roof with the sniper, you really think his aim's good enough?" Dad was teasing now. "I'll ask you again, where'd you get that necklace?"

Alex, with his whole body shaking, shouted at the top of his lungs. "Don't do anything! I have this! You just put it down!" I couldn't see what was happening since Daryl, Michonne and I were watching to make sure no one else drew their weapons. "There's a lot of us here. You don't want to do this."

Dad repeated the same question I wanted an answer to, "where did you get that necklace?"

"She was dead when we saw her," the woman voiced out behind the grill, raising her hands as if in surrender.

Gareth appeared out of no where and I raised my gun at him. He took in the scene and spoke, "So our trust is down the drain." He was calm. Too calm, and it spread goosebumps up my spine.

"Gareth," Alex pleaded. I turned my attention back to one of the guys around us.

"Shut up, Alex." I heard Gareth order his buddy.

"Gareth, please."

"Shut up." His voice remained forceful but peaceful. "It's okay. Rick, what do you want?"

"Where is Beth?" Dad ordered, this time with threat spitting from his tone.

"You didn't answer the question."

And before we knew it, dad was grunting and guns were shooting out of everywhere. I heard screams as I regained my posture and tried to shield myself from wherever the gun was coming from.

"Carl!" Dad screamed as he shot blindly at the roof. "Get down, now! Go!"

We ran, and when we ran, the gun shot in front of us, stopping us in our tracks and making us run someplace else. It was as if they were leading us where they wanted us to be.

When we made our way to a huge construction site, the door shut closed in front of us. Daryl lead us through locked fences and doors until we found one that was able to open. It lead us outside again and shots started firing. I heard gunshots close everywhere, but none of us were getting hurt.

As we crossed the area of train carts and cargos, I heard a voice - presumable Gareth's - shout. "Get 'em off B!"

Through the fences, I saw what seemed like human skeletons. Rapidly blinking my eyes in confusion, I didn't stop, dad reloading his gun behind me. While passing through one of the train cargos, bangs from the inside were heard. "Help!" A woman screamed, and my blood ran cold.

After that, it was dark. We came into a room lit with candles and the floor filled with words written from chalk. Words. No, they were names all around us.

"What the hell is this place?" Daryl asked, eyeing the walls and shrines filled with candles.

"These people," Michonne breathed. "I don't think they're trying to kill us."