Chapter Twelve: The Sun Sets

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The group stood outside the gates of Terminus.

"Gareth! Mary!" I called, they could hear me - I knew it. "Come out!"

Gareth walked out with a few others that I knew.

"Got any new comers?" I asked once they were about five feet away, the only separating us being the fence.

"None of your business," Joe spat. I cocked an eyebrow at him and turned back to Gareth.

"They lost people a while ago, they've been looking for them for months. We're just wondering if they're here," I walked up to the fence and gripped the metal like I always do. Becoming just a few steps away from Gareth I whispered, "Are they here?" He nodded. Oh my God. He has them!

"Bring them out!" Gareth yelled, still making eye contact.

Eleven caskets were brought out. They each had names printed on them: Carol, Tyreese, Lizzie, Mika, Judith, Beth, Cate, Char, Tommy, Mom, and Dad.

I could barely hear people behind me crying or sobbing over the ringing and pounding in my head. Suddenly my bow was up and everyone from Terminus had an arrow in their head except for Gareth.

"Please," he begged, sputtering out blood with each syllable. Where did that blood come from? "Please... kill me." And then he went down too, an arrow sticking out of his skull.

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