You're My Forever (Sequel To Angel In Hell)

Chapter 14

Hey everyone I lost 15 pounds :)
But here you go my loves. Enjoy.

*Skylar*

I remembered I had a knife in my boot. So I was making weapons along with everyone to fight our way out. Everyone had explained what they went through. Daryl had wound up with Beth and she was taken but she was alive which gave Maggie hope. I was sharpening a piece of wood with my knife.

"Where did you get the knife?" Sasha asked.

I looked at her while working.

"It was in my boot. It blended in so well with my pants that no one from Terminus caught it. I forgot I even had it" I explained to her.

My hands were hurting and cramping but I kept working and looking at everyone. Maggie and I exchanged glances every once in a while. Daryl was looking out the little opening we had to see.

"Alright we got four of them pricks coming our way" he said.

I stood and slid my knife back into my boot and gripped the sharpened piece of wood I had.

"Alright you all know what to do go for their eyes first. Then their throats" Rick told us.

We all waited for the train car door to open and I stood next to Daryl and Abraham. Suddenly the train car opened from the top and the light blinded us. Something was dropped in,

"Move!" Abraham yelled hearing all of us towards the back of the car.

Thats when it filled with smoke and I coughed. I felt rough hands grab me and pull me. I struggled against the mans hold bucking and kicking.

"Put me down!" I screamed.

I heard everyone else yelling. I struggled as much as I could. I flung my head back and must have hurt him because he dropped me and I moved away and the train car closed. But some of us were missing. NO! Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and Bob were gone. I heard them being hurt. I kicked against the train car door trying to get it open.

"Skylar, stop" Sasha told me.

I didn't listen. My husband was out there along with the the others I cared about. I was pulled away from the door and I laid on the ground feeling defeated.
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*Daryl*

They had grabbed me but not Skylar and that's all I cared about. I wasn't sure where I was but I couldn't worry about that. I had to get free and get back to my wife. I was being dragged and of course I struggled but it didn't do me any good. I was brought to my knees next to Glenn. There were four other people that I didn't recognize. I looked at my people and around the room. The other two men that brought us in got ready. Suddenly the man on the farest end of what looked to be a tub was hit over the head with a bat and his throat was slit. I watched as his blood poured in and down the drown. I pulled at my restraints but they were too tight. The men kept coming down the line. Fuck, we might as well be the cattle in a slaughterhouse. That's when Gareth walked in with a tiny booklet.

"Hey guys what are your shot counts?" He asked.

"Thirty eight" the one man said knocking out the guy next to Glenn.

Shit! The guy with the bat was about to swing.

"Hey" Gareth said causing him to stop.

"Your shot count?"

The other man bounced on his heals lightly.

"Crap man Im sorry, its my first round up" he said.