Miranda's pov
Jason won't stop pacing. "Sit down." "I can't. Not doing anything like this is driving me crazy! Dammit! We need to get outta here! What are we waiting for?!" An explosion makes him jump in his skin along with most of us. Daryl smiles. "That's what we were waiting for." He says. "Who was that?" Jason gapes. "Carol." He says. "Oh man, thank goodness." Sasha says, her hands in a fighting stance. I hold Jason's hand. "You calm down." I order. He smiles. "Sorry darlin'. I've always been like that. Even back in my performin' days." He says, holding my arm.
Carol's pov
I grab the group's weapons when I hear footsteps. I spin around, leveling the gun. "Where is my family?" I growl. "Relax, they're in a safe place." She says slowly then quickly grabs her gun. I shoot her in the knee. "Now where are they?" I growl, my fingers, pulling her hair. She clasps her bloody knee screaming in pain. "Where are they?" "Boxcars." She chokes out. I smile and run out the door. I reach the box cars but they're not there!
Jason's pov
Where's Miranda?! I don't know where Carol was but the leader tied all the guys up and I'm not sure what's going on. We're all on our knees. I hear a muffled scream down the line! I look down that way and they slit the guy's throat!! Shit!! 4 guys away from anyone in our group. I try not to panic. "What are we doing?" Eugene screams. Then I see the kid from the hospital next in line. Poor kid. 2 seconds later, he's dead too. Damn. My eyes go wide when the guy grabs my hair! The knife ready. My eyes shut tight. Please don't kill me! I wish I wasn't gagged. I'd be cursing worse then a sailor. Suddenly a bullet rings in the room and the grip loosens. Thank God. I open my eyes, seeing Carol holding a smoking 12 gage. She sets it down and runs over, untying us. I glance at the kid. It's my fault he's dead since he came with me. "Where are the girls?" Carol asks. Fear grips me since I don't know. "We have to find them!" Daryl gasps. No shit, sherlock. I keep that to myself though and take off running out the door. I have to find her.
Miranda's pov
My hands are tied behind my back. A man stands over me with my bowie. I'm so furious. Killed by my own knife. He runs the tip teasingly against my cheek and down my neck. "Let me go!" I cry. "I don't think so." He says, smirking evilly and bending down to my eye level while I sit on the ground. He moves the knife up my leg now. "Where's that little boyfriend of yours now?" He whispers. I turn my head terrified I'll cry. I can't cry. "How about this, I'll let you live but you'll be my girl now." "In your dreams fucker, I'd rather be dead." I growl, my eyes like fire. He chuckles and twists his fingers in my hair, the knife pressed to my neck. "I think he's probably dead by now anyway." He says. "Think again asshole." My eyes tear up, hearing Jason's voice. The guy's hands tense up around me, the knife still against my neck. "Let her go. There's more than one weapon pointed at you dipshit." He growls. His bow against his neck. "You make a move to shoot me, I'll slit her throat." He threatens. "Jason! Look out!" I shout, too late as someone grabs his arms, his bow falling from his hands as he curses and tries to pull free. "Get your damn hands away from my woman!" He yells, his face red from anger. The psycho smiles and turns around. "There's nothing you can do about it." He says, staring at him. He turns back to me, causing my fear to spike up.
Jason's pov
He forces her to stand up. I'm about to go crazy if he doesn't stop touching her! I rear my foot back, kicking the guy holding me. I grab the psycho around the throat and throw him to the ground. My foot to his neck, pinning him down. "Honey, grab me my bow." She hands it to me and I load an arrow. "I'm gonna enjoy doing this very much." I growl, pointing it at him. I can see the fear in his eyes that were seconds before in my girl's eyes. "That's what ya get for touching another man's girl." I hiss, letting the arrow go, making a sickening noise as it hits. I load another arrow, pointing it at the other guy. "This is for Noah." I whisper, shooting him too. After they're dead, I drop my bow and run to her. I cut the ropes with her knife and help her up. "Where's Daryl?" "Lookin' for the rest of you guys." I mutter. She kicks the guy's body. "Fuckin' prick." She growls. I smile. "It's alright. You're safe now." I say, hugging her. "No one is safe, not while the dead walk the earth." She whispers, her hands shaking. What she said makes me wanna cry. We run to the gates, which are now open and walkers are all over the place. I back up away. "Babe, get your knife ready." "Way ahead of you, Jay." She says. I glance at her and smirk. 2 knives in each hand. The rest of the group starts running out. Daryl hugs her. "I don't know how ya do it." He says, patting my shoulder. " I think the walkers need the attention more, man." I joke, loading my bow. He does the same and by the time we're done, terminus is nothing like it was.
*later*
We finally get back to camp and I sit on the ground exhausted. I can't believe how wrong we were in terminus. She walks over, sitting down beside me. "We fight the dead and fear the living." She whispers, staring at the ground, her dirty blonde hair blowing in the wind. Her fists clenched tightly. It freaks me out to see her like this but we both almost died today. So close to not surviving. Then I think about my conversation with Kasi before shit hit the fan back home. We're all gonna die one day, why not quick and easy with a bullet to the head rather than running and hiding, hoping and praying a member of the undead doesn't rip our faces off in our sleep. I shake the terrifying and heartbreaking memory as much as I can. "Jason, we've uh got a problem." She whispers. "What's wrong hun?" I ask. "I'm.... Pregnant."
