✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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AFTER APPROACHING ONE of the nearby fences, Rick was the first to climb over and inspect the grounds. This left Michonne to follow, along with Carl, Ella, and eventually Daryl.
When her feet made contact with the concrete ground below, Ella was finally able to get a good look at the sight before them, better known as Terminus. Daryl was right about what he said earlier, it was like a ghost town. Not a soul was in site, and the air was barren of any indication of life. It looked as if they had abandoned it long ago.
Nonetheless, it did appear safe, too. And that was all that mattered.
Then again, what kind of sanctuary had no people? It was confusing, to say the least. Ella could recall when her family arrived at the prison, and how lively it all was. They had cookouts with one another, children playing in the prison yard, something Terminus lacked. She may have been judging too quick though, as they did enter through the back fences. It was safer that way, according to the adults.
Approaching a close by building, Rick opened one of its back doors, quickly motioning for them all to be quiet with their sudden arrival. Following his instructions, they soon walked down a nearby hallway, when a new voice began to come into range.
"Terminus, those who arrive, survive. Follow the tracks to a point where all the lines intersect. There are maps at the crossings to help you with your journey. Sanctuary for all, community for all, those who arrive survive."
Getting closer to this voice, a woman came into view. She was talking into a microphone, a paper under her hand, one she used to read off of. It was a script, Ella realized, the closer the group got.
Their pace eventually subsided for a moment, taking in the scenery of the room they all entered, still going unnoticed by the people residing inside. It was almost empty, just like the outside. A few people stood around towards the back, all working, it looked like. Rick, being sort of the leader of their small group, then thought it was best to start speaking.
