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Chapter 1
This fan-fiction will be about our favorite cannibal from the zombie-apocalypse, and a very unlikely way what would have happened to him if a certain police officer wouldn’t have chopped him to death with a machete that had a red handle. I do not own any of these great and not so great characters, AMC, Robert Kirkman and Scott Gimple do.
Starring:
Andrew West as Gareth Burton
Lauren Cohan as Maggie Greene
Summer William Houck as Kaylee
Alana Masterson as Tara
Andrew Lincoln as someone who might not keep his promise
And a lot of others
Chapter 1
“Are we done?” asked Martin.
The six cannibalistic hunters had tracked down the group that had destroyed their home and killed all their loved ones.
“Yes, aim at the door” said Gareth, raising his AK-47.
Before anything could happen, Mike and Albert were assassinated in front of him with two silenced shots in the head. They both fell on the floor.
“Put your guns on the floor!” came a voice behind them. It was Rick. Or the ringleader, as Gareth called him.
“Rick, we will bust right into that office if you don’t drop your wea… aah!” gasped Gareth as a bullet brushes his arm. Gareth falls down in pain, dropping his riffle.
“I said that put your guns on the floor and kneel!” repeated Rick. Sasha, Tara, Glenn, Michonne and Maggie emerged of the shadows, following their leader.
Martin, Greg and Theresa just stared at them.
“Do what he says!” said Gareth.
Theresa and Greg put down their riffles. Martin still was armed.
“Martin, there is no choice here!” said Gareth.
“Yeah there is” replied the other hunter.
“Wanna bet?” asked Abraham as he came up with an M16. Martin put down his riffle.
Gareth tried to keep the wound sealed with his shirt, but it started to get soaked with blood. Rick walked up to Gareth. The ringleader looked at the hunter. And the hunter looked up to the ringleader.
“No point in begging, right?” asked the cannibal.
“No” replied Rick without emotion.
“Still, you could have killed us all when you came in, there had to be a reason for that” pleaded Gareth.
“We didn’t want to waste the bullets” replied Rick.
“We used to help people. We saved people. Then things changed. They came in and after that…I know that you’ve been out there but I can see it, you don’t know what it’s like to be hungry!” said Gareth. “You don’t have to do this, we can just walk away and never cross our paths again! I’ll promise you!”
“But you will cross someone else’s path and do this to anyone, right? And I already did make you a promise” replied Rick.
Gareth saw a red grip and understood what the ringleader pointed out. Rick pulled the machete out and was ready to chop Gareth to death, when the priest, father Gabriel, came out of his office.
“Nooo! This is the Lord’s house! Both sides have spilled enough blood! Let’s find a way without violence!” shouted the priest.
“The only way is your death!” said Theresa, grabbing for her handgun. She wanted revenge, for Terminus and her husband, Mike, who was just killed by Rick. Greg tried to get his gun and Martin tried to run, but Michonne, Sasha and Abraham killed the three hunters with the back of their riffles or with a knife.
Gareth was the last man kneeling. He would not get out of this situation. But instead of following his fellow survivors fate, Gareth was simply knocked out by Rick.
Gareth was put in a room, tied to a chair and Maggie put a bandage on his wound, on Rick’s orders.
“Rick, why do you keep that man alive? Remember what they did? Butchered people! Carved them! Dried them and ate them!” said Glenn, remembering the horrors of Terminus.
“Bob said he mentioned something about Daryl and Carol. We keep him alive until he spills what he knows about them, maybe make him bury Bob for us” said Rick.
“I want to do it” said Sasha. She wanted to see that man die, slowly and painfully.
The next morning:
Gareth woke up. He needed a moment to remember the events of last night. Then he noticed that he was tied to a chair, gagged and had a bandage on his wound.
Why am I still alive? Wondered the former leader of Terminus. He looked around for a minute, maybe two. That’s when someone entered the room. It was Rick.
The ringleader walked over to the cannibal and started at him for a while, before breaking the silence.
“You try to bit or spit on me, I’ll beat ya ass on the ground” said Rick.
Gareth nodded. Rick slipped the gag away.
“Quit ironic, huh? Two days ago the situation was the opposite, right? I was the prisoner and you were the big man” said Rick, trying to give a cruel joke.
“Why am I still alive? You should have killed me like the others? You want to play some sick game? Play with me?” asked Gareth.
“I want to know what you know about Daryl and Carol” said Rick.
“You mean archer and the queen-bitch that killed my mom? Ask Mike or Greg, they saw them. But look at you poor little thing, seems that you and your friends were a little too bloodthirsty” joked Gareth. He is not going to help Rick, even if he would kill him.
Rick did not react to this very amused and slapped Gareth in the face.
“Tell me, or I’ll kill slowly and painfully” said Rick.
Gareth thought. Rick might give him a quick death if he told. He could get out of this situation in which he was the cattle.
“Greg and Mike saw your guys follow a car with a white cross. It was headed to Atlanta” said Gareth.
Rick left the room after hearing what he wanted.
But the ringleader came back later, with a shovel.
“Bob died. You get to dig his grave” said Rick. “But I warn you, you’ll use that shovel in any way that is not digging…”
“You’ll kill me and eat my balls. I get it. I’m not stupid, remember?” snapped Gareth.
And so Gareth spent the morning, digging a grave for his dinner. Meanwhile the church-bus left with Abraham, Eugene, Maggie, Glenn, Tara and Rosita to get to Eugene to Washington for his cure.
After digging Bob’s grave, Gareth was thrown back into the room. He was given some food and water. He wasn’t either tied to a chair.
That night Daryl Dixon came back with a boy named Noah. He had found out where one of their own, Beth, was.
Rick came back to the room.
“You’re going to come with me, to Atlanta and help getting two of my people back that are held by some crazy police-officers. You do that and I might not kill ya. I ain’t gonna leave my children with you” said Rick to Gareth.
Gareth nodded and followed the ringleader outside of the church, where Tyreese, Sasha, Michonne, Daryl and Noah were waiting for them with a truck.
Rick gave Gareth a small revolver. It used to be Mike’s.
“I need as many guns on my site as I can get. Your life is over if you point it at someone of us, clear?” said Rick.
Gareth nodded and followed the other survivors in the truck. He sat down, away from the others. He thought how much his life had changed in the past two days. Two days ago his brother and mother were still alive, he was in charge of a community and had decently nice life. But this was just the beginning. His life was going to change even more in the following weeks and months, resetting his life forever.
Hello guys! I hope you can read this properly! I am from Finland (English is not my native language) and this fanfiction has not been read by a beta-reader, since I’m not sure how that works! It would be nice if someone of you would offer some help! This fanfiction should be spell-proved so there shouldn’t be that many grammar-errors! Please review if you don’t understand!
The story: This story is going to follow season 5 with some changes. After that it goes into my own version with some comic-things like the Hilltop. Also both, the wolves and the scavengers will appear in this fic. This fic is meant for Gareth-fans and he is going to hook-up with Maggie and this story will handle their relationship. I’m sorry for Gleggie-lovers, but if it makes you feel any better Maggie won’t have an affair on Glenn in this fic. They will break up before she and Gareth will be together.
I hope you are going to enjoy this!