Garret leads us outside. A lady cooking looks up, smiling at us, and begins to talk with us. "Hi, I heard you came in the back door. Smart, you'll fit right in here." She says. She's smiling, but there's something practiced about the smile. Like she's done this before. Her tone is also slightly robotic, like she is reading from a script.

"Hey, Mary, would you fix these new folks a plate for me?" He asks. Mary nods, going behind the counter. Her smiles disappears when she is not looking at us. That's what gets me. What aren't they telling us? Clearly, it's something dangerous.

I look around, and I notice things that are from our group, back at the prison. The orange backpack, the prison guard suit, a woman wearing Daryl's shawl, and Hershel's watch on the chain in the guys' pocket.

I look at Rick and Daryl. They have clearly also seen what I have seen. None of us do anything. Yet.

The guy hands me the food, and I look down. It's meat, but there's something wrong with it. It's pale, but has tiny red lines running up and down it. I'm not eating this, whatever it is.

When he hands Rick the food, he slaps the plates down. Rick puts a gun to his head, wrapping an arm around his neck. Daryl points his crossbow at Mary, and the rest of us simply point guns at the others. Daryl hands me his gun, and now Molly is the only unarmed person, so I shift so that she is slightly behind me.

I look up, and realize that people are on the roof with guns. There's no escaping here. We are going to have to fight our way out, which won't be easy, and now may not be the time.

Garret comes up. "What's there left to say?" He asks. "You don't trust us anymore. Rick, what do you want?"

"Where are our people?" Rick snarls furiously.

"You didn't answer the question." Garret says, and the shooting begins.

We run, ducking into a building. Bullets trail behind us, throwing up dust and dirt. "Here!" Rick shouts, slamming the door behind us. The bullets crack the glass.

The building has candles and writing everywhere. We are all perplexed by it. What is this? I have never seen anything like it before.

The glass on the window shatters, and we dive out of anther door, firing at the people again. We make a break for the fence, but there's already people there, with gun aiming at us. They are still on the rooftops. I turn in circles, searching for a way out, until Daryl stops me.

"Drop your weapons! Now!" Garret, on the roof, shouts. When we don't obey, he shouts again. "Now!" I hear a few guns cock.

They didn't even have their guns cocked when we were fighting them? What kind of fools were they? We could have shot them, and they could do nothing to defend themselves. This Garret needs to teach his little army a thing or two about fighting, because they will die before wasting a single bullet on anything.

He glances back, looking slightly irritated. Clearly, he heard the guns cocking, too. He turns back to us. "Alright, say goodbye to Jacket girl!"

Guns fix on me, and I clench my jaw. I stare Garret right in the eye, and I can see his brow furrow, like he is confused. It disappears after a moment, but I know that I didn't imagine it.

I let the gun fall. It bounces up slightly before resting on the ground. Garret looks us over, deciding something. "Ringleader! Go to your left. The train car. Go. You do what we say, the boy goes with you. Anything else, he dies, and you end up in there anyways." Garret shouts.

Rick walks stiffly over to the car. "Now the archer!" Daryl walks over, glaring at Garret. "Now, the Samurai." Michonnie follows, her eyes dancing around as they continue to search for an exit. . "Jacket girl!" I freeze, and he calls it out again before it finally registers in my head, and I walk over slowly. "Other girl!" Molly hurries to my side, and we grasp hands.

Carl is alone. Isn't he going to send him over? He can't just leave him there, or take him away. He must know that we will put up a fight with our bare hands if he tries that.

"Stand at the door. Ringleader, archer, samurai, jacket, braid in that order!" Garret calls down.

"My son!" Rick shouts. "Go, kid." Garret grunts after a moments's hesitation. Carl walks over slowly. Every footstep feels like a mile, and he feels a million miles away.

"Ringleader, open the door and go in." Garret shouts. "I'll go in with him!" Rick shouts. "Don't make us kill him now!" Garret says, glancing around.

Rick opens the door and walks in. Daryl and Michonnie follow, and I pull Molly up. Carl climbs in slowly.

The door closes and is locked. We stand in silence, and Carl moves over to me. He wraps a strong arm around my waist, tugging me to him. Molly's hand is still in mine.

For once, I have no idea for what we are going to do. We can't exactly bust out of here, guns blazing. We need weapons, and we don't have weapons. We will have to make our own, which won't exactly be easy.

"Rick?" A voice asks. "You're here." He replies, looking into the shadows as figures slowly step out.

It's Glenn, Maggie, Sasha, Bob, and four others I don't know. They're our friends," Maggie explains. "They helped save us."

Well, that's nice to know that we aren't trapped in here with crazy strangers.

"Yeah. Now they're friends of ours." Daryl says. "For however long that'll be." The man with the mustache says.

"No," Rick says. "They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out..." He lets the sentence trail off as he walks to the door and peers out.

"Find out what?" Mustache man asks curiously.

"They're fucking with the wrong people." He says.

And I smile.

A/N
Edited version. I apologize if it's a little short. I'm working on the next chapter, I promise.