Any thoughts that Terminus would be a safe haven were dashed within minutes of arriving, as you were all locked in a train container.

you don't know how much time has passed, an hour, two? maybe three.. you were all stunned and moved to some warehouse on the grounds of the "survivors' center". You, Daryl, Rick, Bob and Glenn.. no one else, they tied your legs, hands and put a gag between your mouths made of a regular rag to silence you all.. there are 3 other men next to you.. not for long..

they sat you down in front of a long empty bathtub, you kneel barely conscious as two men dressed in some strange butcher's aprons look at you.. one holding a sharp machete and the other a baseball bat.. Glenn swallows hard.

the slaughter begins.. they started with men you don't know.. first a blow with a baseball bat and then a slit in the throat. the bathtub slowly fills with blood.