This thing was... coming right for us. It threw and stomped and pushed away any Normals out the way. It killed most of the raiders by a real hard punch on the head. Sometimes it would be too hard and the raiders head would... you know... turn into sloppy Joe meat on the ground. Soon the remaining surviving raiders ran for deer life. And we might have to do the same as well. I ran to one of the tents and took little Lucy with me. I took my guns and I ran to Broody. He was boarding up the door leading inside our little base. Wendy was firing shots at that thing but it just pissed it off. Ernesto ran over to me with panic in his eyes. 

"We have to get the Hell out of here! Stat!"

"We can't! Broody is boarding up the door! We have to fight here!"

"No way! I'm not letting anyone else die out here! You hear me! That barrier ain't gonna hold that son of a bitch! It's life or death! Do you want to survive this Hell or risk your ass getting murdered out here!?"

I looked at him straight in the eye. He was right. If we stay here we are as good as dead. I sighed and nodded.

"You have a good point. There is no way that barrier won't keep him out."

"Well then are you going to stand here with your thumb up your ass or are you going to tell Broody to stop it!?"

"I'm going to tell him to stop. Just calm down-"

"You think everyone can calm down!? No! This is too much pressure! Hurry!"

I rushed over to Broody who was still boarding up the door. I told him to stop but... it was no use. He told me it would hold but as soon as he said that... the Terminator busted his way in. Lucy was crying and Broody was injured. Wendy tried her best to shoot that thing and tried to kill it but as expected it didn't work at all. I helped Broody up on his feet. The Terminator paid it's attention to Wendy who was still shooting at that monster. Ernesto had picked up a broken 2x4 and stabbed in in the Terminators leg. It was incapacitated. It couldn't walk. We ran out of the base and didn't stop to look back. The Normals were on out tail but they where just shuffling to us very slowly.

We where at least decently far away from that base now. Broody was still in pain. We have to stop so Wendy could treat his wounds. Ernesto and me stand guard. We where keeping a good eye out for any Normals coming our way... but we seemed fine so we stopped. Lucy was asleep in my arms. I smiled to this as Ernesto kissed my cheek. I was flustered and I kissed him back.

Broody was soon patched up. We continued to walk in this forest for what it feels like an hour. t was all trees and bushes and blood. In a distance I saw a little village. I pointed it out to everyone and they saw it as well. It seems abandoned and i'm betting my ass that there are Normals in there. 

We were now in the village. We walked around and found some food and water. And I was right... Normals roamed around as well. We continued to wander around until we heard gunshots coming from the right. We rushed there and saw three survivers fighting off a horded of those Normals. We decided to join in the fight ourselves. The three saw us and thanked us for the hand. The Normals are now dead. The three people shook our hands and greeted themselves to us. The first was named Karen. The second was named Dick. And the third was named Bill. They seemed like really great people. They where nice and kind. They even offered us a place to stay. And you know we took that offer. Soon we where off once more.

It took like 5 hours but soon we made it to a city. They brought us to a prison where there was a surviver watching over the walls. The surviver greeted us. Soon we were inside the prison. There was tons of survivers here. I've counted 28 but there could be more. Most of the survivers are prisoners so they aren't allowed to come out of there cell much due to 'trust issus'. They once had one of the prisoners kicked out of the prison for trying something once somebody had dropped the soap. And once when a prisoner shanked someone with a spoon.

Now I have to note to myself here. Never drop the soap and always keep a sharp eye out for prisoners coming to me with a spoon or worst.