"You okay? Rick asked the man. The man instantly held up his finger and turned away. BLUUUUUUUUUUUUH! BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! I gasped in shock as the man upchucked on my shoes.
"Cock suckin', ass fuckin', mother fucker!" I groaned in anger.
"My apologies, miss." The man gasped. "I didn't see you there."
"It's whatever, just gonna smell like shit for a while." The man slowly turned to Rick.
"Thank you. I'm Gabriel."
"Do ya have any weapons on you?" Rick asked.
"Do I look like I would have any weapons?"
"We don't give two short and curlies what it looks like." Abraham grumbled.
"I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need."
~BEGIN MINI FLASHBACK~
"Michaela, you don't need to be carrying that knife on you." Gabriel knelt down and smiled at me. "Why do you even want to carry it?"
"I need it to hunt." I replied.
"You don't need to hunt, Michaela, we have plenty of food."
"I need it to protect myself."
"From what?" Gabriel chuckled before letting out a sigh. "As long as you're here, you're safe. You don't need your knife, the word of God is the only protection you need."
~END MINI FLASHBACK~
"Sure didn't look like it." Daryl scoffed.
"I called for help." Gabriel nervously smiled. "Help came." Nobody responded. "Do you have any food?" Gabriel asked Rick. "Whatever I- I had left, it just hit the ground."
"We got some pecans." Carl said as he held out his hand to Gabriel. Gabriel gently reached out and took the pecans from Carl.
"Thank you." Carl gave Gabriel a nod and took a step back. Gah. Ma. Ba-da. Judith faintly cooed from the back of the group. "That is a beautiful child." Nobody responded. "Do you have a camp?"
"No." Rick quickly answered. "Do you?"
"He's got a church." I spoke up. Everyone turned their heads towards me.
"Yes, but how did-" Gabriel began.
"Besides the obvious observation that you're a priest?" I chuckled. "Because, Father Gabriel, I know ya too well. You're too predictable. I know you're the type of person who wouldn't kill a walker, animal, or human if your life depended on it. Truth be told, I'm surprised that you've survived this long keepin' to your morals."
"You don't know me."
"I know that as soon as shit hit the fan, ya more than likely locked the doors and hid inside like the quiverin' coward you are."
"Ya know 'em?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah, I know 'em. Rarely saw 'em though. Twice every Sunday, otherwise he was only around to give the troubled kids a stern talkin' to. Lord knows I've been in his office numerous times for havin' a knife in my possession, cursin', and all that good shit."
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Surviving Terminus (BOOK TWO IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)
Fanfiction*FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE SHOW* Michaela and Tara have been on their own since the battle for the prison. Not a single sign of the rest of the group has been seen, leaving them to survive the harsh winter alone, wondering if they'd ever see the rest o...
