Broken Memories • The Walking Dead Fanfiction

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AN: hello friends! I luv Coral/ Chan but that's no secret.

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CARL

Dad, Daryl, Michonne, and I all walked in a line, us holding our newly attained guns, which we took from the Claimers corpses, ready to shoot at any moment. Tense silence filled the air, for we all knew one thing.

We were about to be at Terminus.

Everyone seemed nervous. Michonne, Daryl, and even Dad all looked uncertain of what we would find. I couldn't keep the anxiety from picking at my nerves. Skye would have been the same way.

Skye left, without a trace, and I was stricken with confusion. She ran, and her choice left me empty and in a mild pain that I couldn't explain. Skye had been important to me. She was becoming my best friend but apparently she felt different.

Dad even dared to assume that she was a spy. He said that she had supposedly killed one of the Claimers men and wasn't what we thought she was.

I disagreed with his proposition and I was certain that Michonne did as well, but now, I would never know. It killed me to think that I'd never see her again.

"Why are we stopping?" I asked suddenly, pulled out of my thoughts as our steady line came to a halt.

"We're gonna take off through the woods." Dad answered absently. "We're close now and we don't know these people. We'll have a better chance to see what this place is if we go this way."

I nodded as the five of us all turned and stomped into the woods, obeying Rick's words.

Nervousness flooded through me as we weaved through the trees, and I gripped my gun tighter. The large cut on my cheek stung in the cold air as the wind hit it with a certain force.

"Hey kid, how've you been?" Daryl, the man that I thought had been dead, spoke next to me, and I nodded, barely mustering a smile.

"Good as I can be." I muttered downly, my thoughts straying to the night the claimers attacked us. Daryl remained silent, knowing that I was most likely lying.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that girl. Skye? That her name?"

I nodded weakly, my heart squeezing at his words, but I refrained from showing my emotion.

"She seemed like a good kid. Rick wouldn't a kept her around if she wasn't. You seem like y'all were close." Daryl muttered.

"Yeah," I said. "We were were. It was just really cool having a friend my age around, you know? Someone who understood."

Daryl nodded and I sighed, glancing up at the clearing of the woods that was ahead of us. We neared closer and I could see it more clearly now.

A large building stood behind a long fence that set on the tree line. Large letters spelling Terminus were plastered on the buildings front, appearing welcoming to all, for you could probably see it for miles. Train tracks from all directions ran directly to it's front, the tracks empty or trains or people. The outside appeared empty, just white concrete shining up around the area with no people to be seen walking around. The only disturbances in the large outside area were several railroad cars placed spontaneously within the complex.