Thread: Never Safe (randomname98766789 and Galaxie)

Five days ago, Adrian Harrison's life had been good - or at least as good as it could be when the dead wouldn't actually die. Her group consisting of her, her brother, the best friend she'd made since the outbreak two years ago and the best friend's seventeen year old daughter had been holed up in a cabin down by the lake. The place had been perfect - they had been there around a month now, and fishing had been a sustainable source of food with the lake and an abandoned boat right at their fingertips. Four days ago, that all changed. Adrian was awoken in the middle of the night to loud noises outside, and they had suspected walkers until loud voices innterrupted the shuffle of heavy feet. Male voices called out, and said they were going to check the cabin for the dead. There were at least four and they were cocky pieces of shit if they were going to yell during the night hours, begging to call walkers upon the cabin and both the people inside and out. Peeking through a curtained second floor window, Adrian eyed them - four, five. One with a crossbow and four with big guns. Her group had nothing of the sort - everyone had a knife, and she a nearly empty pistol, but other than that all they had was Megan's old bow. They were helpess. They had to get out - Adrian silently and quickly woke everyone while the men were still loud outside, and they escaped through the dead of night to a small shack that they'd found the week before. It wouldn't be the same as their cabin, no where near, but it would due. Three days ago, they were fleeing the shack in the dawn light, doubling back towards the cabin to see if maybe those men had only stuck around for the night. Their fishing pole was still perched in a steel can connected to the dock, and the men were outside yelling. Adrian didn't get close enough to hear. Instead they turned in the opposite direction - their small sanctuary would be left vehind. They found train tracks and a sign telling them to head towards a sanctuary. Together, they elected to head towards the place, dubbed Terminus, and they were good until they left the train tracks and deviated in to the woods, wanting to find shelter for the night. All hell broke loose as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky darker shades of black with every moment that passed. Walkers began to come in on them frome very direction, and they fought for their lives. Adrian watched her brother go down, a walker coming down on top of him, and when she looked back Megan and her daughter were nowhere in sight. Time had been both impossibly slow and impossibly fast since then. Adrian had perched herself in the bough of a tree that was high enough off the ground that she couldn't be reached and spent the night there, with her head lopped sideways against another ard branch. Bright green summer leaves hid her, and when exhaustion hit in the dead of night she was never more happy to be a still sleeper. She'd started back towards Terminus several hours later, praying to a god she didn't believe in that Megan would get back on track, that Rachel would be with her, and that Terminus would be everything that she had ever hoped for. She was wrong. She was way, way wrong - about Terminus, about Rachel being there. Megan was there, but her daughter wasn't and it wasn't what either of them had expected. Instead of a sanctuary she found a nightmare trapped in a boxcar - first only her, Megan and a couple others and then a group was shoved in - easily ten people who she could barely make out the features of in the darkness, and four more what seemed like mere minutes though it was probably longer later. She'd been there a day at that point, she guessed - sunlight had peaked through the crack in the door, vanished and returned at full tilt, so she could only assume. Megan was out - she looked broken and defeated, and after losing Rachel just moments after the group was torn apart, she'd found Terminus in the depths of the night. She hadn't been afraid to die, she'd told Adrian. Now here they were - trapped. The others seemed to all know each other, and one of the newest members of the boxcar party seemed to be taking the lead, talking about escape plans and all that. Adrian wasn't sure that such a thing was possible or that she was even welcome to be involved..., and instead she was huddled in the back corner against cold metal walls, close to a rather attractive woman who seemed... Almost like she didn't belong, even though she'd come as part of them. It wasn't anything she said, but more they way she was sitting on the outskirts of the group. There was dead silence in their corner until the other woman cleared her throat and spoke up, pulling Adrian's gaze from staring blankly towards the middle of the car over to her. She gave the closest thing to a smile that she could before replying in as friendly a tone as she could muster - which wasn't much given the circumstances. I'm... I'm Adrian. I'd say nice to meet you, but I don't think this is anywhere near pleasant. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Towards the middle of the car, Beth Greene was tucked safely in to the arms of her boyfriend - or as safe as she could be, relative to the situation. Her back was pressed against the smooth muscle of his torso and his arms were wrapped around her, tucked beneath her breasts against the base of her sternum. Her breathing was sharp and shallow and her nerves were high. Only mere hours ago, the majority of her group had been shoved in to this car after arriving at what they thought would be sanctuary. They had only just reunited after the prison had burned, and somehow along the way Maggie and Glenn had picked up three new people - a redheaded man who looked like he could kill in a second, some guy with a mullet and a girl who looked oddly familiar - but Beth couldn't place just how. Having only met them, she wasn't sure if she trusted them yet, but if Maggie did then she would give the newcomers a chance. After all, Maggie was now the only blood she had left. However, there was the developing chance that she would never need to trust the newcomers, and that was weighing on Beth. Moreso than that, the possibility that she would lose her life, or lose Jack, some time soon was ever present and lingering over her like a bird of prey waiting to swoop on down on its target. Only a month ago, she'd lost her father and then soon after her home, and she'd hoped that Terminus would be what it had advertised. She'd been praying that she wouldn't need to lose anyone else she loved ever since. Beth clutched at her lover's hold on her, with her hands clasped loosely over his and the flesh of her arms pressed to the muscular flesh of his. Back in school they had looked almost weird side by side because of the stark differences between them. He was rough and muscular, a football player and a good one at that, while she had been almost meek in her younger years and was the blonde haired, blue eyed farmer's girl. She was small and sweet and didn't take up too much space. Over time she'd grown out of that, grown in to a stronger and more confident woman. The outbreak had enhanced that, and the timid girl that people had once known was a stronger but still passionate young woman who had proven that she could hold her own - even if Jack liked to intervene just in case every time. She loved him - God, she loved him. When they were young she'd heard many people say that they wouldn't last, but they had - they'd last until the day one of them took their last breathe. Stroking the side of Jack's thumb with her own, Beth arched her head to look up at him with soft but worn blue eyes. Rick had just suggested that they start trying to form weapons out of whatever they could find in the trailer, gone through a plan to take those outside down as soon as they opened the door to the boxcar. Maybe he's right, maybe this'll work. We'll be out - and everyone's back together now. We have Rick and Daryl back.