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Terminus.

It used to function as a train station back in the day, with it's steel tracks and it's red brick walls. It had acted as a safe haven for Delaney Dixon as soon as she had seen it, with it's tall fences, it's solid walls. It had been nothing short of a gift. It was the kind of place she had been thinking of finding for as long as the dead had been walking, the kind of place she could have holed up in and survived. 

The only problem with it was that there was people already calling it home. Such a thing, well, it wouldn't have been a problem for many people, in fact, most would have been relieved to find other survivors. Delaney, didn't feel that same relief. If anything, she hated the fact that there was people there because she knew what people did. She knew all about how this world had brought out the most foul, most heinous side of a human being, and being in a space like Terminus with a bunch of them was begging for trouble.

Begging for it. 

"How was your scouting, Del?"

Delaney, a twenty-five year old brunette, sat herself down at one of the many lunch tables, slapping a grey food tray down onto the wooden surface. She was evidently not in any good mood, as made obvious by the way her brows were furrowing and her eyes were sharply lifting from the wooden table to where a young man was sitting opposite her. She was in no good mood to be half-assing idle chit-chat, not when she had just found out something so horrifically monstrous about these very people.

Their leader, in her humble opinion, was a fucking idiot. If growing up with somewhat asshole older brothers taught her anything, it was how to spot one. 

Delaney hadn't been living at Terminus for too long, a few weeks at this point, and if she was being honest she had hated every single second of it. Still, despite the harshness of her voice and her general disposition that screamed, leave me the fuck alone, Delaney was considered one of them. 

One of them - how laughable. 

She had not been naïve to the fact that Terminus, had containers. They used the old train cars, where they kept the people who became a problem - smart choice in her opinion. It kept the majority safe that way. She didn't question it, hell, sometimes she was the one tossing them inside. It was meant to be punishment - to settle disputes between Terminus and those who wished harm on them. 

Delaney should have known better. It turned her stomach just thinking about it. Her plate was full, with the home grown vegetables and the meat they cooked themselves, and it made her feel sick. She was a hunter - had been - and this meat wasn't anything she'd caught recently. No, this meat was sourced elsewhere. Namely, from those train cars. She had, had the unfortunate sighting that morning, having seen one of the chefs and butchers, dragging a prisoner through the outside door in the direction of the slaughter room.

The fucking slaughter room. 

She could have been naïve about it, figured that they were putting him to work or something, but Delaney knew better. Now she was sitting with a barely concealed rage in the lunch room, trying not to call attention to the fact that she knew they were, and had been, consuming human meat. She had been in denial at first, not wanting to believe that she had been party to that, consciously or not.