Isabelle

I pull off my belt, wrapping it around my fist. I snap the teeth out, to that they stay in a locked position, pointing outwards.

We are all working on making makeshift weapons. I have chosen to not use my knives, because I do not want to risk having those confiscated, too.

A few of us murmur and speak about the people that could still be alive. So many people are missing, but we can only hope. It is all we can truly do these days.

Daryl and Abraham are keeping watch, ready to alert us at a moments notice, of when the other people from Terminus begin coming our way.

I glance over at Molly. She has ripped the zipper of off her sweater, wrapping it around her fist. She clenches her hand as she continues to work on other weapons.

It is mostly silent, the rest of us focused to our weapons.

Voices outside begin to grow louder, and we pause in our work, looking up. My stomach and heart leap into my throat; I am worried, much more than I should be.

"Alright. Got four of 'em pricks comin' our way." Daryl confirms.

Rick stands from his work, ripping a chain our of the wall. "Y'all know what to do," he commands. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats."

We gather silently around the door, posed to attack. Molly, Carl and I all stand in the back. my heart is beating fiercely; I can hear the blood in my head.

"Get your backs to the wall at ether end of the car," one male voice outside orders. "Now!"

A small square in the roof of the car opens, sunlight filtering in. A small, metal can drops in, rolling for a few inches, and then stopping. We all remain motionless, watching it.

"Move!" Abraham shouts, and we scatter.

The can explodes, releasing a cloud of white smoke. Just before it does, as we all are scattering, I see Michonnie grasp Molly, and Carl grasping my arms, pulling me back.

I double over, coughing, and feel Carl coughing, too. He pulls me to him, clearly doing his best to shield me from the smoke, but it is everywhere.

I can hear the others coughing, and I hear a door open. Footsteps sound in the car, moving around. I am torn away from Carl, and I immediately fight against the hands holding me. I feel the belt buckle connect with a fleshy area of the face, but I am still dragged out.

I am thrown against the ground, my head crashing into the pavement. The force knocks the breath out of me, and I lay still for a moment, gasping for air as my vision fades in and out.

A gas mask is dropped in front of me, and I slowly roll over, and my eyes travel up the body of a man, whom is holding his nose with both hands. Thin trails of blood run down his face, and he looks deeply angered. He raises his food above my head, and brings it down, sharply.

-

I am hauled up, crouching on my knees. My wrists and ankles are bound together, and a cloth is tied over my mouth.

I am crouched over a long metal bin. The room is large and cement, with a few metal trays scattered everywhere. I am between Daryl and Glenn. I am the youngest one, and the only girl, even out of the four strange men crouched beside Glenn.

There are two Terminus men, and they wear plastic smocks, with blood like paint splashed on the front. One picks up a machete, and another grasps a metal bat, swing it in the air a few times.

The one with the machete walks to behind me, his feet stopping. He crouches over me, turning my head with the machete to face him. He smiles coldly. "Aren't you a pretty one. To bad we have to kill you, but there are the other women in the car, along with that younger one. Your sister, maybe?"

He chuckles, standing and releasing me. He shoves me back as he walked down the row, and I fall into Daryl.

They walk to the end, to where a blonde man is. He is clearly terrified, with too much white showing in his eyes, and his face is very pale. His chest heaves quickly and deeply. I almost feel sorry for him, since he will be the first to go.

We cannot help but watch.

The man swings the bat, hitting the back of his head. He falls limp immediately, knocked out. The man with the machete lifts him by the hair, exposing his neck. He slices the blade quickly, releasing him. The blonde man falls over the metal bin, blood gushing from his neck, into the bin.

They go down the line robotically; clearly, this is not their first time.

The blood slowly oozes down the bin, gathering around a drain, placed in the middle. I can't stop watching it as my breathing grows heavier; much too heavy.

Garrett walks in, carrying a pencil and a book. "Hey, guys?" He begins, directing this to the two Terminus men. "What were your shot counts?"

"Thirty-eight,"the man with the bat replies, swinging his bat. They quickly deal with the next man, and move on.

Glenn is the next one.

Bat man readies his bat, and almost swings, but Garrett calls out, "Hey!"

They looks up.

"Your shot count?" Garrett asks Machete man.

He looks at Bat man. He shrugs helplessly. "Crap, man, I'm sorry. It's my first round up," he offers.

"After you're done here, go back to your point and count the shells." Garrett orders, exasperatedly. "Kaylee won't be gathering them until tomorrow."

"Hey!" Bob shouts at Garrett, through the gag. "I need to talk to you!"

"Five from A, four from D?" He asks, writing something down.

"Hey, I am talking to you!" Bob presses.

Garrett finally looks at him, annoyed, and pulls the gag out. "What?"

"Don't do this. We can fix this," he tries.

"No, you can't." Garrett snaps.

"You don't have to do this!" Bob pesters. "We told you there's a way out of all of this. You just have to take a chance. We have a man who knows how to stop it. He has a cure. We just got to get him to Washington. You don't have to do this, man! We can put the world back to how it was!"

"Can't go back, Bob." Garrett sums up, putting the gag back into place.

Garrett kneels down in from of Rick. He pulls the gag out. "Saw you go into the woods with a bag, and come out without it. Had to pull my spotters back before we would go look for it. What was in it?" He interrogates.

Rick says nothing.

"You hid it, right? In case things went bad? Smart. Still, we'll find it, but it's too dangerous to go out right now..." Garrett begins, and then he pulls out a rather large knife. He pulls Bob down, and puts the point of the knife inches away from his eye.

"What was in it?" Garrett asks, innocently. "I'm curious. And it was a big bag."

Rick says nothing.

"You're really going to let me do this?" Garrett asks, nodding to Bob.

"Let me take you out there. I'll show you," Rick offers.

"Not gonna happen, but this might." Garrett says, easing the knife closer to Bob's eye.

"There's guns in it. AK-47, 44 Magnum, automatic weapons, night scope, belt of knives, compound bow, and a machete with a red handle, which is what I'm going to use to kill you." Rick finishes.

Garrett chuckles, replacing the knife. he shoves Rick's gag back in, patting his shoulders. "Thanks," he says, standing.

"You have two hours to get them on the dryers. Now is the time to get messy, but we need to dial it all in by sundown." Garret commands the Terminus men.

He begins walking away, but the sound of gunshots stops him. He tries his radio, with no response.

An explosion rocks us all, nearly sending me into the bin. Dust falls from the ceiling, and then my ears begin ringing.

What the hell?

-

We all struggle to our knees.

"You stay here," Garrett commands, going for the door.

"C'mon, these guys aren't going anywhere." Bat man protests.

"Stay here!" Garrett shouts, leaving the room.

After he leaves the room, the two men begin arguing.

Rick swiftly kills them with a wooden stake. He cuts us free, and we hurry to our feet.

"They've got problems. We've got a chance," Rick says. "Sounded like a bomb," Glenn confirms. "Sounds like a damn war," Daryl objects. We grab machetes from a table. "What the hell are these people?" Bob asks. "They ain't people," Daryl says.

I take a machete off the table, examining the blade. It seems sharp enough, and I hold onto it.

We enter another room, looking around. "Cross any of these people, you kill them. Don't let any survive." Rick orders.

Body parts hang over buckets, dripping down. Organs are laid across trays.

We look outside. Some walkers are surrounding a box car. "If we run, we can get by them," Rick plans. "They're distracted."

"We gotta let those people out," Glenn says. "That's who we are."

We run outside, hurrying to the car. We slice and stab, and finally get he door open.

A man runs out. "We're saved!" He shouts repeatedly, grabbing Glenn. Then, he grabs Rick. He only has another moment of yelling before a walker grabs him, and I finish them both off.

Walkers stream across the road, toward people with guns. We are cornered, with no way out.

How do we get out of this mess?

-

"We've gotta double back." Bob says. "Not that way. Go back, we don't know where we are." Rick objects. "Don't really have a choice," Daryl says.

More walkers fall. "Wait here," Rick orders, and runs across the lot, to behind a car.

After moment, a walker almost gets him, but Daryl kills it. They crouch together, watching.

Rick takes down the last man in the line, shooting the others. He runs back to us, holding the gun. "Don't have to double back," he says.

Now, we just have to find our group and get out of here.

-

We finally make it to the car, opening the door. Our people scatter, and we begin fighting. I pull Molly to my side, and we begin running and fighting.

We climb up and over the fence, dropping to the other side. The other walkers crowd around the fence, clawing for us.

We walk through the woods, searching for the bag of weapons. Daryl find it, and we begin digging.

Rick distributes the weapons, and I clip on my belt, and gun.

Daryl begins running toward someone.

Carol.

I stare at her, shocked.

I thought that she was dead.

A tear travels down my face. I know that she did what happened back at Terminus.

We follow her along a road, to a small barn. Tyreese, holding Judith, stands at the door.

Rick and Carl clutch Judith, while Sasha cries, in Tyreese's arms.

-

We stand, clustered into small groups. Molly and I stand with Michonnie, Carl and Judith, while Rick examines our surroundings. "We need to get out of here," he says. "Yeah, but to where?" Daryl questions. "Far away from here," Rick replies.

We begin walking along a railroad. Molly and I hold hands, walking behind Carl and Judith. We veer off of the tracks, into the woods.

I'm happy that we found some more of our group, but we can't let our guard down yet.

Third person

A man, dressed in armor, walks along the tracks, just minutes behind Rick and his group. He pauses, to examine the redone Terminus sign. Everything besides the word Sanctuary has been scribbled out, with dirt. And just above that word, the word no is written. The overall message is No Sanctuary.

The man pulls off his helmet and hood, revealing the face they know so well.

Morgan.

A/N
I am overly thrilled to be continuing this book series! I was going to wait until season five came out on DVD, but then I found the episodes online, so I will be working with those.

I have decided to fit one episode of The Walking Dead into one chapter, so the chapters will be a little longer, like this one. I am not quite sure how many chapters there will be, though.

I hope that you are as excited as I am for this book!

Comment on your favorite part, and vote.