Thread: Too Far Gone [Ama + Randomname98766789]

They were left up shit creek without a paddle - weapons dropped, surrounded, then herded like cattle in to what appeared to be an old shipping container. It didn't take long for everyone to find out that they were locked in, and at that point they really did have to work on finding a way out. They would be dead meat in here, even Angela could see that and she liked to see the good in everything around her. Fuck, Tara, she cursed under her breath. Attempts on all parts were quickly appearing fruitless and everyone was getting frustrated. Even Angela, patience-of-a-saint Angela, was getting annoyed and she had once spent an hour straight trying to explain the importance of blood thinners during an extended hospital stay to a particularly argumentative patient without so much as breaking a sweat. To hear her swear outside of the bedroom at which point a stream of breathy fucks was common, at least was not common. Eventually she had began to pace and and it was only with a gentle touch from her girlfriend that she relented and just sat down. No one was going to figure out anything by getting stressed. It was only moments later that gunshots rang out beyond the container they were in, and moments later loud voices that were not quite audible. It appeared to be that someone else had fallen in to the trap that they had what... three? four? hours ago. They couldn't have been there long, but time was blurring together with nothing but four claustrophobic walls around them. ---- Josh was right - to simply barge out and attempt to take charge would be a death sentence. This was an us versus them scenario and there were more than them fighting back when they didn't have the upper hand would be dangerous. That didn't change that Josh's idea was the only one that anyone appeared to have. Maggie did her best to remain calm but that was not easy. By the time that guns began to fire outside, pretty much everyone had retired to sitting along the edges of the box car in their pairs or groups. Everyone was thinking of a possible solution but none were coming to mind. As soon as there were signs of life outside, Maggie hopped to her feet. While she stayed away from the door, lest it be open and she end up grabbed by some sicko whose intentions she did not even know, she did move close to the wall. With her ear pressed against the metal wall, she was vaguely able to make out words. Archer, samurai, ringleader - Daryl, Michonne and Rick? Was Maggie getting her hopes up to interpret three benign words to mean so much? It was only after she questioned her instinct that she became confident in the owner of the other voices outside - Rick . Guys! Guys it's Rick, she explained to the others. Because her and Josh never wandered far from each other, he was within arms reach when she blindly held her hand out to him. She had been right - the others would come here. Now if only they had known that they were walking in to a trap. Either way, with Rick and the others around there was more hope that they could get out of here before something bad happened. They were yet to know what they were even being held for and Maggie did not want to find out. Moments later, after an instruction for Rick to open the door lest his son get killed, light flooded the train car and several familiar faces entered Rick, Michonne, Carl, Daryl and Glenn.