Thread: Never Safe (randomname98766789 and Galaxie)

Everything happened fast - mere moments passed between when those in the boxcar began to improvise weapons and when the sound of footsteps began to stomp towards the cabin. I hope they know what they're doing. She wasn't part of their group, though. Adrian was smart enough to know that even though they were all in this car together, she would be the casualty if shit hit the fan. She was also utterly unarmed now - they'd taken her gun and her knife, and her dirt covered capris and tank top didn't exactly having many hiding places. The closest thing she had to a weapon was the metal ring on her middle finger - a thick band with a smaller, spinning band in the middle. It wasn't much but it was all she had, and it would pack much more of a punch than her knuckles alone if she was brought to it. She fumbled with it, prying it from its spot on her left hand and switching it to her dominant hand. After the switch, she clasped her bent fingers with her other hand, bit her gum between her molars and then shook her head. Fuck. She was distant, and the words came as barely more than a mumble, but then she forced her head back up. The only pieces of her brother that remained were his nose on her face and the ring he'd given her for her sixteenth birthday. That was long, long ago now - at least five years, maybe six, but she'd still never lose it. She never could - there was no time left, she'd never get any more moments, or presents or laughs. Now wasn't the time to be grieving, but she was, and she had a hard time knocking herself out of it. The sweet voice of the woman beside her, Tara, managed to slightly quell it and pull her back to reality. Necklace to a gun fight, wooden shanks to a gun fight, stainless steel ring on a middle finger to a gun fight. The odds weren't looking good, regardless of how sure of himself the leader seemed to be. I knew this place was too good to be true, but we said we'd come here, and then we were split apart so I had to just in case they made it out alive... Adrian's gaze switched girls, looking to where Megan was sitting in the corner. Her eyes were open but she looked almost lifeless, and seeing that hurt Adrian to watch. Letting out a sigh, she glanced back to the woman at her other side. Tara was.. intriguing - at least as intriguing as one could be when all you know about them is their name and that they're in the same mess as you. My brother's dead, her daughter's dead, we're trapped in boxcar by crazy people and trying to defend ourselves with shivs- she was still trying to make sense of everything, and would have kept going but the one she thought was called Daryl called out that the people of Terminus were approaching. Beth had never left the middle of the car except to move slightly to the side, and even when Jack had to release her to prepare for what was happening she never moved too far away from her love. She followed in his footsteps, pulling her belt from her jeans and wrapping the length of it around her hand. From there, everything became a blur. A grenade was tossed in to the boxcar and havoc ensued. She reached for Jack's shirt and he pulled her close and away from the blast. She let out an I love you to him as the device went off, and smoke began to flood the room. Unable to see or breathe through the smoke, she let out a scream as an unknown hand grabbed her and the next thing she knew she was bound and immobile with a gag in her mouth. Her bright blues grew wide as she came to and realized what was before her - just in time for Jack to manage to get to his feet. She screamed, a muffled noise through the gag, as he was beat down, and began to try to squirm her way out of the hand ties. They were tight, though - tight enough that they would leave a mark on her wrist. She winced as Jack was thrown in to spot and the men began going through the people leaned over the tank. First a bat to the skull, then a blade to the neck, efficiently bleeding them out. She shivered - they started with the people she'd never met, but she was still close to the beginning, after Glenn. Her heart rate peaked and her breathing raced, and she let out as close to a scream as she could when the man with the bat prepared to swing the bat towards Glenn's head. She couldn't call what she felt next relief, but it was as close as she could muster in the circumstances. The disruption gave Glenn a few more moments, gave her a few more minutes, and she spent the time before the man moved to swing again praying for a miracle. The hit was interrupted again when the man with the knife didn't answer his shot count, and Beth's eyes locked on the beaten form of her boyfriend. If they died today... If today was the last time they saw each other, it would be like this. She could easily not make it through today, and their chances weren't looking good - the ties didn't want to give, no one was getting free. Six from A, three from D? Gareth spoke of them like they were cattle and Beth was disgusted. He entered a staredown with Rick after, talked about some guns, and appeared to be about to walk off. That was when the miracle came - as a third strike at Glenn's head was being made, an explosion rung through the air. It was close, really close - within the walls of Terminus even. Garreth ran off and Beth caught sight of Rick working his hand tie down with his wooden knife. The other men in the room were too busy aruging to notice when Rick freed himself. She immediately called out to Jack, desperate to have her ties undone so that she could flee the scene and, hopefully, rescue the others. Back in the boxcar, everyone was beginning to panic again after the blast went off, but one of them tried to reason with them. They needed to be calm, after all - get something to fight with, think like they would make it until tomorrow. The familiar growl of walkers grew stronger with every moment, as did the screams in the background. The whir of Maggie trying to use the chain of her pocketwatch to cut another piece of wood off of the cart stood out the most to Adrian, though, as it was the first sound she caught on to after her ears stopped ringing. She'd struggled to move immediately after the past, struck with obvious fear and startled out of her mind. What if no one was coming, though? What if the only noise they ever heard was the walkers, because the others had been killed in the blast? They had no way at all to know what was going on.