Deadland

Chapter 59- What?

"They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go." The fiery-haired man- Abraham, tells. "We had just got here but damn, it was time to go. When I told them about DC," 

We're all making makeshift weapons out of anything we can find. I strip my belt off and use the ground to break it and sharpen it into a weapon to use between my fingers. 

Alyssa uses the claw clip in her hair and sharpens it as well, breaking it in half to use both sides. 

"A wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, they pulled their guns and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm." Abraham finishes.

"Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha asks us. 

"No." Michonne answers her. 

"Good." 

"Y'all didn't see Damien?" I ask Maggie and her group. 

Maggie shakes her head, "No." 

"Good." I nod, Alyssa knows exactly what I mean so she doesn't even have to ask. 

"Did any of you see Beth?" Maggie asks urgently. 

"I was with 'er. After the fall." Daryl recalls. "One night, we got swarmed by a herd, I told 'er to run and all I saw was a car drive off. A black one, with a white cross painted on it. I tried to follow it, I tried." 

"But she's alive?" Maggie asks. 

Daryl nods, I stand up from the ground after sharpening the wire from my bra and sticking it in my belt buckle. I break it in half so that there are three rods of sharp wire. 

"She's alive." Daryl says. 

Everybody continues making their weapons when we hear men speaking outside. 

"Alright. Got four of them pricks comin' our way." Daryl observes through the crack of the train door. 

"Y'all know what to do." Rick says, walking out of the corner of the train car and approaching the door. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." 

Everyone stands up and stands ready, with their hand-made weapons held tightly. 

I look down at a nervous Alyssa who is biting her cheeks. 

"Hey," I say, slightly softly. 

She looks at me, fear shines in her eyes. 

"PBND." I smirk. She smirks and nods, "PBND." 

I stand tense and ready with my belt between my fingers, suspense, worry, anger, and hope numb my fingers and toes. 

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car, now!" We hear a man's voice from outside the car. 

We all exchange glances, some worried, some angry, but all feeling some strong emotion that we have to hide. 

Footsteps on the roof sound and we all look up, I can almost hear everyone's hearts stop. 

A trap door on the ceiling opens and a can drops down, clinking on the rotten wood below our feet. 

"MOVE!" Abraham screams, shoving Alyssa back just as the can explodes, thick, grey smoke clouds the train car. My lungs burn and I can hear Alyssa begin coughing and gagging, as well as everyone else. 

He pulled Alyssa back before himself.

"Breath." I struggle to speak as I can barely breathe myself. "I-" Alyssa's words are cut off with more coughing and gagging. "Just br-breath." I cough through my words.