Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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"I—IT CAN'T BE HIM." Said Griffin with wide eyes. "It can't be. Out of everyone, he couldn't of made it."
Ophelia looked down at the ground, not saying anything—she was too shocked, taken back even.
"No. It isn't him. Antony isn't exactly a rare name. Anybody from America could be this Antony guy." Griffin rambled. "It's just a coincidence that he's married to somebody called Angelica. I mean that isn't exactly a rare name where we're from either, is it?"
"So, did your dad have the same tattoo?" Avery asked, brushing herself down.
"Yeah, but loads of people get tattooed on their shoulder." He scoffed. "It doesn't mean anything."
"And besides," Griffin added. "We're barely in Georgia anymore. Dad? He'd never leave that place. It meant to much to him. So it doesn't make sense that he's come all this way just to get off to leading people into a death trap. I don't believe it. All of this, it's just a coincidence."
"Is your, uh, is your last name Jackson?" Avery asked, clearing her throat. Griffin and Ophelia quickly turned to look at her in bewilderment.
"How did you know that?" Griffin asked agitatedly. "We never told you!"
"No," she replied, looking down. "But, your father did."
"That's impossible. Our father isn't this Antony guy that you know."
"He's almost 55 years old now. He had two children who ran away from home around 20 years ago. And he had a wife called Angelica who died in a car accident. She was 31 years old." Avery said, surprising them both. "I heard him say so. To his friends at least. I'll spare you what else he said."
"No. Somebody else must've told you this." Griffin dismissed.
"He was 53 when this whole thing started." Ophelia said after a moment, still looking at the ground. "She's right. He is almost 55 years old now. It's him."
Griffin ran a hand frustratedly over his face. He knew that she was right. Their father was at Terminus. And he was taking part in all of it—the killing, the eating and everything that they did there. He didn't want to believe that their father had made it, and neither did Ophelia, but he had. And now there friends were going to suffer for it.
"We have to go to Terminus." Ophelia said, finally looking at her brother.
Griffin rose his brows. "Are you crazy?"
"We're the only ones who know the truth about this place. Nobody else does. And they're all heading to this place blindfolded. You saw the sign. Maggie's there. And if Glenn isn't there already he will be soon enough. I don't know about everybody else. But, it would make sense if they went there to." She said. "This place is tricking people into thinking that it's a community. And we almost fell for it. People do fall for it. Good people."
