Together ~ A Carl Grimes Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Three

"We should hide some of our weapons, just in case," I tell Rick. "If Terminus goes wrong." Daryl nods.

"Yeah. We'll mark it, so we know where it is," he says.

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Sammy's POV

I think we took a wrong turn, or went in the wrong direction, because we haven't seen any signs for a while.

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Kaitlyn's POV

I'm the first one to spot Terminus. "Look," I say quietly. I point towards the fenced building with huge letters painted on the side. T E R M I N U S

There is a small forest to the east side of Terminus, so we decide to bury our weapons there. I leave most of my weapons there, including my Beretta 9000S and my rifle. If this place turns out to be legitimate, I can always come back for it. We leave two of the swords as well, only Michonne taking hers. I hide a small knife in my now matted hair, making sure that it is completely concealed by slipping on a beanie that I found a few days before. Everyone of my weapons are undersized, but lethal. I take my small machete and three knives with me, plus the knife in my hair. I nod.

By the time I'm finished, everyone else is prepped too. Daryl marks the tree which our's and last night's group's things, are buried. We decide to take the back, climbing over a fence. I grip Carl's hand as we half walk, half run into Terminus.

We walk into some kind of control room. There are about a dozen or so people with their backs to us, until a woman turns around and spots us. Before long, everyone has turned to see us.

"Hello," Rick says and everyone has a stunned look on their face. "Hello," he repeats.

"Well, I'll bet Albert is on perimeter watch," a man says. A few of the other people laugh or smirk. "Are you here to rob us?" the man asks. I shake my head.

"No," Rick answers.

"Good. We usually do this where the tracks meet. We don't have anything to hide, but the welcome wagon is a whole lot nicer. I'm Gareth. Welcome to Terminus." The man opens his arms at the last part.

"Thank you," I say.

"Alex," the man summons another guy who looks quite like him. "My brother Alex will show you around, but first we have to see your weapons and search you." My heart begins to pound as I think of my knife in my hair. I glance at Carl then at Rick. Carl minutely shakes his head at me as Rick talks to the man.

"Okay," Rick says. We lay down our weapons and I set mines in a row. Alex and Gareth search us for concealed weapons. To my relief, they don't bother to check our heads.

When we've been cleared, Alex hands Michonne her sword, and she looks at him warily. He goes to pick up Daryl's crossbow, who snatches it before Alex has a chance. Alex picks up my knives and machete with one hand and Carl's gun with the other. It isn't Carl's usual gun, as he left it buried in the woods. He passes them to us with a nod of his head.
"Thank you," I say stiffly.
"Follow me," Alex says after handing Rick and my mother's weapons back.

We walk through a maze of paths and rooms and tunnels and corridors, while Alex tells us about Terminus but I don't pay attention. I notice a chain dangling from Alex's pocket. I know I've seen that chain before, but I dismiss the thought.

We approach a fenced area, with people eating and laughing. A man is wearing riot gear and a lady is wearing a poncho, both of which I know I've seen before. Another lady is standing at a grill flipping steaks. "I heard you came in the back door. Smart. You'll fit right in here. I'm Mary." she says. I nod my head at her in acknowledgement. I look at Rick, who nods his head. I grab Carl's arm and pull him out of the way just as Rick takes hold of Alex and grips him in a headlock, while holding a gun to his head. Somehow, he manages to take the watch from Alex's pocket. It's Glenn's watch, that Hershel gave to him.

"Where did you get this watch?" Rick asks.