We walk towards the brown bricked building half a mile ahead of us. It looks broken but well kept at the same time. The Windows were clean but vines climbed the side of it.

I pull out my axe and scratch the handle with my thumb nail out of nervousness. How will this group be? Will they like me? Can they fight?

Of course they can fight! They've survived this long!

Rick slowly opens the meral door to the building while Michonne  stands on the opposite side and Daryl, Carl and I stand in front of the door with weapons up in case anyone tries to attack.

We wait a minute for any sign of attack. When nothing happens we follow Rick inside. We stick to the wall and walk quietly so the other people don't hear us.

I can hear distance voices and faintly smell sharpies and paint. We round a corner and Rick has us stop at the entrance of the door, we stay behind the wall. He holds up his gun and we mimic him by holding our own up. The people in the room all talk, but one man raises his voice.

"We have to have these done so we can hang them up tomorrow." His voice sounds familiar, and I don't understand why.

"On the count of three," Rick mouths, "One, Two, Three." With the last number he jumps from behind the wall and points his gun at the people sitting in the desks in front of us. Daryl points his crossbow at them, Carl points his gun, Michonne holds up her katana, and I hold my axe up. The people all jump at the site of us and some actually stand.

"Who are you people?" Rick asks harshly. They have signs like the ones we saw all over the place. Some were half done and some were drying. One guy accidentally spilt paint on him self and cursed loudly.

"Welcome to Terminus." The guy who was talking before stands up and I almost drop my axe.

It's him.

"I'm Gareth. I'm guessing Daniel was on guard again today," he sighed, "One of these days he's going to get us  killed. Smart of you to come through the back way, that's what I would've done." He noticed that we haven't lowered our weapons and smiles. Then he looks me directly in the eyes and sends a message through them.

I know who you are.

"You can lower your weapons now, we won't harm you."

Lies. Lies. Lies.

"Please, just drop your weapons. You will not need them here." He lies again.

The rest of the group slowly puts their weapons on the concrete floor, but I keep mine raised. I want to run away. Far away from these monsters.

"I know who you are." I spit at him, trying to keep my hands from shaking.

He smiles like the creep he is. "Of course you do, I just introduced my self."

Carl puts his hand on my arm and forces me to lower my axe. "What are you doing?" He whispers.

"Carl, remember that group that I ran away from?" My voice trembles. His eyes get wide.

"Follow me and I can give you some food and something to drink." He motions  for us to follow and Rick nods to the rest of us. They pick their weapons back up and Daryl follows first and then Michonne. I run up to Rick and he can immediately tell something is wrong.

"Rick, we can't trust these people." I whisper to him.

"Why?" He asks worriedly.

Before I can respond, Gareth walks to the back. "Any thing the matter?" he gives me a warning glare, one that used to mean 'I will kill you if you step a toe out of line'.

I shake my head and he starts conversation with Rick and drags him to the front. I curse under my breath and my heart rate picks up. I can't let this happen again.

I grab Carl's hand and he looks at me. "What'd they do?" He whispers to me. Gareth looks back at me and I squeeze Carl's hand.

"Nothing, everything's gonna be alright." He picks up that I'm doing it so Gareth doesn't kill us and gives me a worried look. I look back at him with scared eyes. I can't lose him to these sick minded people.

"I love you, Lauren. I just wanted to let you know. We'll beat this world, I know it. Some one told me that long ago." He gives me a small sad smile.

"I love you too, Carl." I reply. Those words hurt like a broken promise not yet made. It's true, I do love him, but the way this all went last time, I feel like I may never see him again.

Gareth leads us through a small candle lit room with painted words all over the place.

NEVER AGAIN. NEVER TRUST. WE FIRST, ALWAYS.

The group looks at Gareth who just smiles. "Let's just say that we trusted the wrong people and a lot of our members got killed, this is just a memorial of them." He opens another door leading to the outside front gates.

There stands a woman at a grill and a couple of people sit at the tables around the front part of the camp eating. The lady turns around and I stop dead in my tracks. Carl looks at me, but I continue to stare at the devil in lady form. She looks at me and her smile falters for a split second, only to be replaced by a smirk.

"Welcome," She hands out plates of meat to each one of us and I let go of Carl's hand. When she gives me mine she stares me with those evil, pitch black eyes. "Yall must be hungry." She smiles again.

We all look around at the camp. There's not enough people outside to even make this camp believable.  Rick does something unpredictable and draws his gun to some man who was standing right next to him. "Where'd you get that watch?" He asks the guy, A silver pocket watch was hanging out of his jean.

The guy stumbles over his words. "I found it on some roamer. I swear."  Some of the people surrounding us pull out guns.

"That watch belongs to a friend of mine. And so does that poncho," He points the gun to the woman wearing a patterned poncho, "And that armor too." He points the gun to the man wearing some sort of prison riot gear.

The man that Rick was holding hostage stomped on Rick's foot and got free from his grasp. He ran towards that devil, Mary, and grabbed her gun from her hand and pointed it at Rick. Mary puts her hand over the guys hand to stop him from shooting. "Now,now Alex. We don't want to shoot our food and spoil it." Gun fire then hits the pavement next to us and we start to run. 

"How do you know these people?" Michonne shouts over the gun fire. Carl stumbles and I catch him and drag him along.

"Different group! Torture!" I yell to her, only being able to shout words, not sentences for my breathing was shaky from running so fast and having to jump over stuff.  The guards weren't trying to shoot us, but only to drive to a different part of the camp. Like a rabbit in a snare trap. 

I see box cars ahead and suddenly realize what they're doing. They're trapping us into these train cars and doing God knows what to us. Once we are by a box car, the gun fire stops, but the guards remain on the roof. Five more march out and take our weapons.  

"Try anything, and we will shoot the boy." A soldier threatens. A man takes my axe and I give him the death stare of a lifetime. He calls me names under his breath and flips me the bird.

 "Get into the train car in a straight line, one by one, hands behind your head." Another soldier yells.

"Except for the girl!" Gareth appears and has a sick smile on his face. He walks over to me and pulls me by my long hair. I cry out in pain. Carl tries to run over but a guy hits him in the back with the barrel of the machine gun, not enough to cause damage, but enough to make him understand. "I have a special place for you, Lauren. With all those other escapes of yours."

Others? What others? I was the only one who got out.

Gareth drags me along by my hair to a different train car. We pass ones and I can hear voices, some sound crazed. We reach the second to last train car and Gareth opens it up and tosses me in. "We have some special plans for you guys." He laughs and slams the door shut. I try to open it, but it's locked tight.

"Damn it!" I yell. I hear shuffling of feet behind me and turn around quickly. It's almost as if I'm seeing ghosts. Hallucination?

"Lauren?" They see me too. They know it's me.

Because that voice is the voice of my best friend that I thought I lost many months ago.

A/N: Hey guys! Waz up? Long time no write, I know. My phone is being crappy and removed most of my apps and when I try to download any of them back on it says I have no more space left. But I have nothing on my phone! Ugh! So this update is brought to you by my black Dell. One of the most reliable computers. Until you accidently grab your brothers matching on and think its yours until you try the password....

Stay in the salt circle Niall, So the walkers won't get ya!

~Zombiefighter01