philophobia → the walking dead ³

one.

CHAPTER ONE
grand escapes.

Cannibals that weren't dead.

That was a new one.

The group in the train cart had been prepping weapons with whatever they could. Aiden sat twirling her knife in between her fingers. "Alright, got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl said to the group.

"Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." Rick informed the group.

Michonne, Carl, Eugene, and Aiden hung back so they wouldn't get hurt. "Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A man called to the group.

Aiden scoffed. They heard footsteps on the roof and the group looked up. Suddenly light hit them as something was dropped.

Everyone looked down at the smoke grenade. "Move!" Abraham shouted. Daryl's body was over Aiden's in a heart beat. She felt her stomach drop when she felt him getting ripped away from her.

"No, no!" She could hear him trying to fight against them but he couldn't in the smoke.

"No, Daryl!" She tried to reach for him but couldn't find him in the chaos. She felt someone wrap their arms around her and pull her from the train cart.

Her heart was pounding and so was her head. She saw five different people get dragged from the train cart as well. Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Bob, and Nathaniel.

Daryl fought to get to her but one of the men punched him so hard it knocked him out. One kicked Rick in the face after Rick punched him.

"Stop it!" She screamed.

Aiden was hauled into what seemed to be a warehouse. One man pulled a chair out in front of a large metal tub and sat it down. The bald man holding Aiden forced her down to sit in it. He tied rope around her wrists, binding them behind the chair along with her feet.

The sick individuals forced her family onto their knees along the tub with four other men she didn't recognize. The first one, a blonde skinny guy seemed to recognize Rick.

A gasp ripped through her throat when the bald guy slammed the bat onto the back of the skinny guy's head. The other man then slit his throat.

She swallowed as she watched the blood travel down the metal tub and towards the drain. She felt sick to her stomach.

They had drug her out here to watch her husband, best friends, and close friends die.

Aiden's heart was in her throat when they stood closer to Glenn. "Stop! Please!" She begged. The men didn't even spare her a glance.

Then Gareth walked in, "hey, guys. What were your shot counts?" He asked the two men.

"Thirty-eight." One replied and Gareth wrote that down in his notebook he held. The two men moved to Glenn and this sparked something in Aiden.

"No! Stop, please! Let them go please!" Aiden yelled. She had tears in her eyes. Daryl looked up at her with eyes yelling at her to shut the hell up.