The start

The Shooter

"What the hell is this place?" Daryl asked.

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

"No, they were aiming at our feet." Rick says.

"Well, one of them missed." I sighed. They all look at me as they see the blood seeping through my shirt. Daryl walks over to me examining the wound. It was just a graze nothing major. I've been shot before. This was nothing new to me. I didn't feel the pain anymore it was just the adrenaline going through my veins that kept me going. As if I wasn't shot at all.

"I'm fine. Lets get out of here first." I look at him.

"There." Rick points to the doors. Someone shuts it.

"They're locking us in." I yell out.

"Go!" Rick yells as we run out of the building. We get to the fence but everyone reveals themselves. There were more than 30 guns pointed at us including the sniper on the roof.

"Drop your weapons! Now! Now!" Gareth yells. I drop my gun and knife to the ground.

"Ringleader, go to your left. The train car, go. You do what we say, the boy goes with you. Anything else, he dies and you end up in there anyway." Gareth says. Rick walks off to the freight car.

"Now the archer." Daryl hesitates and looks at me. I nod my head. Daryl walks toward the freight car.

"Now the samurai." Michonne walks off.

"Now the shooter."

"She's been hit!" Someone yells out.

"Goddammit." Gareth mutters. Daryl turns around looking at me.

"Trevor check her out." A guy walks over to me and lifts my shirt up.

"Just a graze. She'll live." Trevor walks back to where he was.

"Go ahead. Get in the freight car." I walk toward the freight car.

"Stand at the door, ringleader, archer, samurai, shooter, in that order."

"My son." Rick says.

"Go, kid." Gareth says. Carl walks the same as we did.

"Ringleader, open the door and go in." Gareth tells him.

"I'll go in with him." Rick says.

"Don't make us kill him now." Rick opens the door as we walk in. Carl walks in and someone shuts the door.

"Come here." Daryl grabs hold of me. He rips my jacket apart. I lift my shirt up as he ties it around. I wince in pain. I guess the adrenaline was now leaving my body as I felt the soreness.

"Rick?" A voice came from the other side of the freight car. A guy comes out of the shadows followed by a couple of others.

"You're here. You're here." Rick looks at all of the people. My guess is these are the other people from Rick's group. Gareth is going to regret putting us in a freight car together.

"They're our friends. They helped save us." The woman spoke.

"Yeah. Now they're friends of ours." Daryl says. Daryl looks at me and back at the others.

"A friend of ours." The woman speaks again.

"For however long that'll be." The redheaded man mumbles.

"Harley, you alright?" Rick turns to me.

"Just a graze. I'm good." I nod my head. I need to be strong.

"They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out." Rick looks out the freight car.

"Find out what?" The redhead man says.

"They're screwing with the wrong people." Rick says. It was true. They will die.

After a while the group talked among themselves. The only person I trust in this group was Daryl. So I stayed by him. He talked to Maggie about the Beth chick. I found out they were sisters. I have learned the rest of their names not because they told me but I ease dropped into their conversations. They seem put together and care for each other. Which could get you killed in this world or make you stronger. Its their choice of death either way. I reach down and see the bandage for any fresh blood but it must have stopped bleeding. I started to make weapons out of my clothing.

I took the buckle off my boot and sharpen it. I wrap it around my fist as it fits perfectly, a smile forms on my face. Can't wait to get my hands on Gareth.

"Hey, short stuff got some idea." Abraham points to me as Rick comes up and studies my craft. Short stuff?

"Nice. Everyone start making weapons. Anything that you can find on you. Sharpen them. We want to show them who they are messing with." Rick starts to rip the zipper off his coat. Soon everyone started to make their own weapons. It pleases me that these people see that I'm not only smart but dangerous. My thumb traces over the sharp buckle.

"All right, got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl looks outside. We all could hear Gareth and a few people arguing back and forth. They were getting closer towards the freight car. I walk up and stand next to him.

"Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." We all stand and wait by the door. Plan was easy and simple.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A man shouted out. We were ready for them, or so we thought. The roof of the freight car opened up as someone throws in a metal can.

"Move!" We all rush to the back of the freight car and ducked down but it was too late the can exploded into a white mist. There was no escaping it.

I tried to move. But my body got weaker and my eyes felt heavy. This is some sort of knockout mist, military normally use it against the enemies. My body soon fell to the ground right next to Carl and Sasha. Gareth walks over and picks me up. He then throws me over his shoulder.

"Alright sweetheart. Ready to watch the show?" He laughs. I wish I could stab him right now but I couldn't move. My vision went dark and soon I fell unconscious.