Thread: Too Far Gone [Ama + Randomname98766789]

Angela began to understand it, how Rick seemed to be a driving force for those at the prison. While the majority of her trip ever since the prison fell was talk of moving forward, of Maggie's husband and of both of the women's drive to reunite with those that they had been separated from, here and there little bits had been shared about each of their history. Though more personal details about Ange had fallen on the ears of Sasha and Bob, all three had good things to say about so many people she couldn't even keep track of all the names. Rick's had stood out though - of course it had. He was the leader - he was the one that the Governor though Angela did not know him by that title had been speaking to through barbed-wire fences, demanding that he speak for wrongs that weren't his. Rick got everyone moving, though - it was motivating, even. Maybe that was because of the extra bodies or maybe a strong presence but they tried. Now - if only their plan had worked. While everyone was prepared for a frontal assault, all bearing improvised weapons, the people there appeared to be one step ahead of them. Gas descended from an opening a the top of the car, tearing up eyes and irritating lungs. As Angela retreated towards the wall of the car, hoping to leave get as far away from the cloud as she could, she pulled Tara with her. She brought one of her hands to her mouth, using the sleeve as a very inefficient filter, and wrapped the other around Tara's mouth in hopes of minimizing the effects of the irritant. Everyone was coughing and everyone was stunned, but they were wanted alive - for now at least. Everyone there would be okay if only for a bit. Well... What now? After the air had cleared, barely but enough to be able to breathe well, Angela spoke up. She hadn't missed the sight of several people being pulled out of the car and dragged away, and it left them back at square one when it came to ideas. ---- Beth was alive... at least the last time she had been seen. From what Daryl had said he had looked after her sister well, and her kidnapping couldn't be blamed on him. That didn't stop Maggie from feeling like he could have done more, but unfortunately there were more pressing matters at hand. Maggie would have to worry about finding her sister after she figured out the very real, very life-or-death situation that was currently in front of her. Namely, the fact that the little shits here had been one step ahead of them and subdued them before entering. If this was the first time that the people of Terminus had done this, they wouldn't have thought to gas the people in the train car out. No, they had done this before - and the creeping feeling running down Maggie's back turned to fear. We'll figure something out, she said back to Angela though she was serious about figuring something out, but her confidence was a bravado without Josh beside her to give her strength. She was very much faking it until she made it as her along with the rest of the people left in the box worked to figure out what they should do. Unfortunately, everyone was still coming up with very few viable ideas. None, in fact. Every last one relied on someone opening that door for some reason or another and unless the tides turned drastically, she couldn't see that happening. Moments after sighing in frustration, a loud explosion echoed from close by, its intensity shaking the walls of the car. What was that? Maggie had no clue, and she was really hoping that hopefully that had been friendly fire. Maybe one of their people had gotten free and blew a gas container, or maybe someone on the outside had just as much of a problem with Terminus as they did. She was really, really hoping that one of their own had done that as no one else would know that they were in there and needed to be freed. The noise would draw walkers in from miles. Maggie was hopeful, but pretty terrified too, that this was one of theirs. Don't panic it'll get us nowhere, she said in that southern accent of hers, grabbing one of the makeshift weapons that had been left behind on the floor. If this was one of theirs, then they had to be ready when they returned for them. Otherwise... She didn't want to think of the otherwise.