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Carnage

Carnage

| Daryl |

I was with Beth for a while.....she's just gone.

I have no doubt in my mind that it's my fault. I could've ha her stay, to help me take out walkers. Nah, I couldn't have. Her leg was badly hurt, she would've been food. I would've killed myself if I'd of had to put 'er down. I still could've done somethin'. Kept lookin' for one.

"Get yer' asses up!" One of Gareth's guys opens the train door and we all scatter like cockroaches in the light. I don't know how long we've been in here, but it fuckin' sucks man. Rick said he was gonna make a plan, but he's got nothin'. My brother has nothin' to get us out of here, but we can't lose hope. Huh, now I'm starting to sound like her too. Doin' things like her to keep the peace in this fuckin' shit fer' brains world we love in. I'll tell ya somethin', there ain't no good people left in the world. We all the same and that's all there is to it. I jus' hope tha' if Beth is still out there, that she knows that. And is surviving.

We stand and walk with him like fuckin' trained dogs. Gareth is standin' by a big door. That skinny lil shit is gonna get his ass kicked if I can help it. Michone, Carl, and Rick are together. They look like a family. Maggie an Glenn walk out. Then Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene an Tara. Fuck, picked last again jus' like in school. I got no one. One by one each group disappears into the big door. As I look around, there aren't many guards today with guns, like two or four. Gareth's hands are free also. I have to fuckin' do somethin'. I ain't nobodies Bitch!

"Stand against the wall. Backs to me." Gareth barks out commands. Everyone responds correctly. Yep, fuckin' trained dogs! "Turn around redneck!"

Lookin' around in here, there's one guard. He had only a pistol, nothin' heavy. I need to make a move. Here goes nothin'. Sprinting up, when Gareth turns around, the stupid kid as the guard, just screams, doesn't fire or anything. When he goes to shoot I punch him in the face. I beat the shit out of him and take his gun. As I turn around Gareth is holding a gun. Heavy gun.

"Listen Redneck, you've jus' fucked up. See those holes in the wall I. Front of yer friends? Let's check those out for a second." In a brief moment, I turn and a collage of bullets come out of the holes and shoots everyone of my friends. What the fuck? Fuck! "No one leaves terminus, now I guess it's yer' turn."

As that sick fuck readies his gun I shoot first, at the light so no one can see. I can sense him though, from years of tracking. I walk silently and can tell he's shitting his pants. Get behind him, I ready my gun and a guard opens the door. In the light I pull the trigger and the asshole goes down. I grab his gun and run toward the door. Taking out the door guard, I run as fast as I can. I have to find my bow I take out a few others and grab a bigger gun from one of the fallen. I take out everyone and everyone. Reaching an inner office I find Mary. That sweater still looks familiar. Then it hits me. Beth.

"Now now, just calm down." She tries to reason with me, but I don't give a fuck!

"Where'd you get that sweater!"

"A young women. She came in to stay the night after she got kidnapped. She wanted to leave but she had to pay for her stay so she gave me the sweater. she was too lean, not enough meat. Wasn't worth our time." Mar backs up to the wall and I see a knife in her sleeve.

"You eat people?" What a disgusting thought.

"It's survival! Tell me you never thought of it." I can hear fear in her voice, but also manipulation. "Besides, yer a killer too."

I don't like the wicked grin that is strewn across her face.

"I am not! Those were my friends in there! I had to kill yer people. To save...."

"They were already dead when you rampaged through this whole place. Yer the monster here, not my people. It could've worked out. But you had to go ahead and mess this all up. Yer gonna burn in hell like the rest of us. I just hope yer conscious is clear next time you see that girl!" That's it. Screaming I send a bolt into her forehead. Dropping to the floor, she doesn't look like a monster. She looks like someone's grandmother or older aunt, a neighbor or mother- not the woman who ate flesh, who attracted people here like Mosquitos to a Bug-Zapper.

I have to walk away before I start thinking too deeply about what I've done. Heading into the office door beside this room, I find a whole slew of weapons. Two crossbows are among the lot, so I take both, all the bolts and arrows they have, two hand guns, and a riffle. Grabbing a bag I stock it full of ammo then raid their pantries. I find canned foods, boxes of cereal, liters of soda, pretty much anything that is worth eating- which is everything.

I scoped this whole place out one room at a time. When I finally reach the room with my friends, I halt. I could've helped them better. Could've warned em. Something. I find a shovel on the one wall and take it outside. I start digging wholes for my friends.

It's mid-day when I'm finished digging and start placing them in the ground covered in tarps that were in an empty trailer. I say my good byes and cover them with dirt. Maggie hurt the most.

All she wanted was her sister and Glenn. I ruined that for her. I lost her after I sworn to Hershel I'd protect her. She will never see her again. And I probably won't either. Even if she is alive, I'll never be able to find her an take care of her.

I cover up Maggie, who I buried with Glenn, and pat the dirt. What the hell am I to do? The carnage here. All the people I killed today. Huh.... I am a monster. I am going to Hell. Oh well.