Surviving Terminus (BOOK TWO IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

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 THWACK! Rosita slammed her open hand against my cheek. "You led us to our death!" Rosita shouted.

"Rosita stop!" Abraham growled. "We knew the possibilities of this bein' a trap before we came here, this ain't her fault. We'll get out of this."

"HOW, ABE? HOW? THANKS TO THAT PUTA (BITCH) AND HER HER FRIENDS, WE'RE TRAPPED! HOW IN THE HELL ARE WE GONNA GET OUT OF THIS?"

"WE WILL!" Everyone turned and looked at me with hope in their eyes, but I looked away. I couldn't look at them and tell them that I had no idea how we were gonna escape, that I had no Plan C. I slowly limped over to the far back corner of the car and sat down. I knew it could've been a trap, but I assumed it was to rob us of our supplies. How was I supposed to know that the people from Terminus were psychopathic cannibals? Everyone began to talk among themselves, trying to come up with a way out as I sat silently in the dark corner.

I pulled my knees into my chest and silently cried into my legs. Suddenly, I felt an arm drape over my back. I glanced up to see Eugene looking at me as he sat next to me. "It isn't your fault, Michaela."

"Yeah, it is." I whimpered. "I was persistent on comin' here, I allowed y'all to come with us, it's all my fault."

"We came with ya willingly."

"And ya should've kept goin', head to Washington without us." I wiped my eyes on my pant legs. "Now we're gonna be the lunch special next week." Eugene sighed and embraced me in a hug.

"We'll come up with somethin'. Until then, you need to try to calm down. You're not useful when your brain is on the fritz." I let out a sigh and buried my face into my knees again. "Tell me a story."

"What?"

"It'll get your mind off of all this, help ya calm down."

"I'm not in the mood, Eugene."

"Please?"

"Just tell 'em a fuckin' story already." Abraham grumbled. "It'll shut his ass up." I let out a sigh and nodded.

~BEGIN FLASHBACK~

CLACK! The sound of pool balls colliding filled my ears along with laughter and many voices from the people of Woodbury as I entered the bar. I had just got off my shift on the wall, and I'm beyond exhausted. I didn't even go home yet, my first thought was I needed to go to the bar and get fucking wasted. The Governor's been riding mine and Merle's asses about stupid shit since we came back with that bear, making us pull twelve plus hour shifts at a time. I got sunburnt, I couldn't move without hurting, but I was fucking determined to get that drink.

"Good evenin'." Henry, the barkeep, smiled. "What'll it be?"

"Double whiskey on the rocks." I groaned.

"Rough night?"

"Just The Governor and his normal bullshit." Henry smiled and poured my drink. I quickly tossed it back and placed it back on the table.

"Maybe you should slow down."

"Maybe, but I'm determined to drink until the pain goes away. Keep 'em comin'." Henry nodded and poured me another drink.

"Hey, Michaela." Shumpert smiled as he approached me. "Why the long face?"

"Fuck off, Shumpert." I growled. Shumpert knew that The Governor had been making Merle and I pull double and triple shifts because I've been taking his, and he couldn't be happier.