Chapter 92: Borderline


KPOV

~Early That Same Morning~

Rushing down the stairs, I was dressed, ready to fight, in my hoodie, my combat boots, my holster that carried my things resting on my waist, my pants were comfortable but tight enough to not drag or get caught on anything.

Bringing my hair that was tied in a pony tail out of my jacket once I put it on at the bottom of the steps, I saw my whole family was gathered in the living room. "Kat," dad called my name, like he was scolding me.

Looking to my father, his hands were resting on his hips as he turned his torso a little to look at me a little over his shoulder. "You should be here, resting with Michonne," dad tried to convince me to stay.

Daryl had been sat by the window, watching us from the distance as Michonne was stood in the kitchen, against the counter as she sipped on her coffee. Carl, he was the only one sat at the table, with his arm over the chair, gazing at me.

"Is Maggie going to be there?" I asked dad in particular.

Lowering his gaze, dad didn't try to argue because he sensed he already lost. I could tell. "For the first half, yes," dad answered me honestly, instead of lying to me. Because he knows I already know the answer.

That answer, was enough to convince me to go with them. "Then I can be, too," I said confidently as my hands rest on my hips. Since they found out I was pregnant and I escaped Negan, they had wanted nothing more than to keep my hidden.

I was sure, that if they had a tower, they'd shove me in the room at the very top of it and lock me in there so no one could hurt me. Shrugging a shoulder, I tilted my head a little to one side. "For a little more than just the first half," I tried to push my luck but only because I needed to be there.

Daryl climbed off the seat as he went to stand beside my father. "Your dad's right, you should stay here," Daryl too was agreeing that I didn't need to be there for the fight tomorrow.

Dad had his mouth open but closed it and glanced over to Daryl, who was stood to his left. "Protect this place in case things go south," Daryl suggested this was the right play for me. But they should have known that for me, that wasn't enough.

"When have I ever backed down from a fight?" I argued to both of them, reminding them of just who I was. But no one said anything. "Dad?" I asked him, targeting the one man that knew me better than I sometimes knew myself. I needed him to say something.

Dad's eyes fell to the floor as he nodded and deliberated his next words. "It's different this time," dad argued back gently, his eyes rose up to meet mine as his eyes showed concern towards me.

"What? Because I'm pregnant?" I questioned them but neither said anything, all they did was glance to one another. "Jesus," I whispered and shook my head.

It's because I'm pregnant. "Just because I'm pregnant, doesn't mean I'm made of glass," I stated the facts here. "I have to see this through, you know that," I tried to reach out to my father as I spoke to him directly.

My voice was getting firmer as time progressed. "I can go out there...I'll just be extra careful. I promise," I promised them, my voice softened to make them hear me.

Neither said anything but they did glance at each other, the ground and me at different times. "I wouldn't go out there if I wasn't sure I could handle it," I informed them. I know my limits. I knew it in the Sanctuary and I know it now.

Michonne sipped her coffee but then looked at me with a knowing look. "She does have a point," Michonne backed me up. And this, is why I love you, Michonne.

Although, Michonne's interference didn't please my father as he threw her a look. "Does that mean you're coming with us?" dad challenged her, already knowing her answer because we all knew her answer.

"No way," Michonne answered straight away as she stood upright. "I'm going to be here, to help Carl with whatever he needs," Michonne said as she nodded her head in the direction of Carl, who was sat in his seat.

I heard Carl let out a little scoff of a laugh before silence fell around the house. "So?" I asked them, waiting for their answer.

Rick and Daryl glanced to one another, Daryl gave one nod and dad glanced to me slowly. "Fine," dad accepted it. "Just listen to every word I say and always stay close to me and Daryl," dad added quickly, before I could say another word to them.

"Tomorrow, when this actually happens," dad didn't need to remind me that it was only a rehearsal but I still listened to him and nodded along. I'm still going to be there, tomorrow.

Carl had got out of his seat and slowly walked over to me. "Just be extra careful, okay?" Carl encouraged me to be extra safe with myself than I usually was. I have a baby to protect. Not just myself anymore.

At the very least, my brother hadn't doubted my capabilities. Bringing him close to me, in a side hug, I kissed his cheek and looked over to Daryl and my father. "See, he has faith in me," I said about Carl. They should take a page out of his book. "You guys should learn to have some in me, too."


DPOV

Catching sight of a car heading towards the Sanctuary, I knew it had to be the guns we were looking for. Riding after them, I was leading Rick and Kat behind me. The three of us chasing down the truck that carried the guns we needed to stop.

We needed to stop them from going to the Sanctuary, as we knew those guns were what was going to save the Saviors and free them of the walkers if it got there. Rick and I were speeding as fast as we could after it. Just as I was getting closer, I took out my gun and went to shoot.

But a flap had opened up and a guy appeared behind it, holding onto a huge gun to hit me. Ducking my head down, I dodged the bullets that were flying at me and veered of the road, falling onto my side until I rolled onto my front. My bike sliding ahead as I watched Rick and Kat drive off after the guns.


RPOV

"Daryl!" Kat yelled as she almost leapt out of her seat at the sight of Daryl riding off the road, into the grass until he fell. I could tell my daughter was worried that her partner had been hurt but I knew Daryl.

I knew he was only going to get up again and follow after us once he finally regained his senses. Suddenly, a look of determination crossed my daughter's face as she took out her gun and began taking shots. Getting onto her feet, she'd fire her gun and duck back down to dodge the shots that were fired back at her.

Trying to dodge the shots, while getting closer, was getting difficult for both me, steering and for Kat, who was shooting. "Get closer!" Kat yelled at me. But bullets were still flying and the ones in front, swerved and hit a walker or two.

Dodging the walkers, then the bullets, I looked at Kat briefly, as she continued to fire shots at the guy with the bigger gun. "I can handle them," Kat reassured me as she was determined to help me stop the truck in front of us.

But one of the bullets the guy was firing, shot straight into the engine, as steam as white as snow spilled out of the front. Shit. This is busted. But luckily, for some time now, I had seen Daryl following us now in the distance.


KPOV

As my dad swerved the car, to give Daryl space, it also gave him the element of surprise. As both me and Daryl began shooting as accurately as we could at the guy. But the one that landed the shot, was Daryl the second he was revealed.

Dad had been swerving now, trying to get as close as he could. In the meantime, I held onto the edges as tightly as possible, as I climbed onto the hood of the car, I stood still and waited for the perfect chance to jump.

As my dad swerved, I held on tighter and kept my feet firmly planted where I was. "Just a little more," I encouraged my father, before I felt confident in that I would make it. Jumping off the hood, I landed on the back, where the guns were.

Getting onto the back, I made sure the one guy was properly dead as I used my knife. Climbing onto the roof of the truck, I heard shots being fired at my feet, scrambling off of it, I swung my body into the seat and landed perfectly.

Trying to aim his gun at me, I took hold of it and pushed it down. Taking my knife, I slammed it into his side, hearing him yell from the pain I had inflicted. It anyone else, before it's me. Trying to get hold of the wheel, the guy's arm was pinned under my elbow, my knife in his side.

As I lost hold of the steering wheel, because he went to try and shoot me, I punched him in the face and watched him fall out of the truck. My knife still in my hand as he fell. Uh oh. Trying to scramble into the seat, it was too late. The truck was already rolling off directly down a hill.


DPOV

Seeing the truck Kat had taken over no longer on the road, I saw smoke rising from where I presumed she'd hit the guard rails, myself and Rick rode up to the crash and quickly, I got off my bike, shoving it to be propped against the guard rail as I ran to hop over the guard rails.

I was eager to find her. To save her. To see if she was still alive after the crash.

Rick's car was busted as it came to a very slow stop. But the first chance he had, he jumped out to help me find her. "Kat!" myself and Rick shouted at different times as we rushed over to see any sign of her. The grass was over grown, far too overgrown for us to pin point where she was.

The truck itself, was turned over, smoke rising as it was sat in a clearing by the trees, leaning on its side. How this scene looked, was short of a wreckage. "Kat!" we had yelled again but she didn't respond.

My heart sank at the thought that she was dead or that she had passed out. I-...I can't. The thought of her dead, it was the worst thing I could imagine. I've lost too much. Gone through too much with her for it to end here.

Rick was trembling beside me, breathing heavy as he paced a little on the spot. His weight shifting from leg to leg as my bottom lip began to tremble as I could feel tears begin to build. The sound of the grass rustling.

Kat's small face appeared behind them as she made a parting between the grass. "Hey," Kat called to us, as we quickly rushed over to her whilst she held onto the roots of the grass to climb up. Kat had latched onto the hill, panting and covered in mud, in grass, in all kinds of dirt.

The moment we saw her, both myself and Rick rushed to her side to give her our hands, to help her up the rest of the hill. Thank God she's safe. Neither myself or Rick hesitated to help her back to her feet, grunting as we got her up at the top of the hill with us.


RPOV

The second Kat was up on her feet, myself and Daryl looked to each other. Like we were both thankful Kat was still alive. Kat was trying her best to catch her breath as we looked down at the truck.

Nodding, I was thankful my daughter wasn't in the wreckage. "We got the guns," I said, trying to break the silence that hovered over our heads like a mist of unspoken words. Kat's safe. Even if this was a stupid idea.

Daryl glanced to Kat, who was wiping her knife, which was covered in blood. She must of held onto anything she could to stop her from rolling down the hill. "You look like shit," Daryl commented on Kat, who was covered in grass, mud, sweat and stained with blood on one of her hands.

Kat continued to pant, as her head then turned to look at Daryl, surprised to hear him make a comment like that. Resting my hands on my hips, I knew to never say that to a woman. But I knew Kat and Daryl's relationship was different to others.

They're like best friends. They say things, without really meaning it. Kat then looked to her bloody hand, then back to the truck. "Let's go see if this asshole's still alive," Kat suggested we go to the guy who fell on the edge of the road once Kat had attacked him.


DWIGHT'S POV

Sat at the table, with no Negan next to me, was something I was thankful for. Even if the markings of the bat hitting the table, was a haunting reminder enough of the kind of monster we would sit with was still fresh in our minds.

Everyone at the table, was silent, no one said a word. It was as though no one dared to speak because no one wanted to face a possible reality. "We have to assume Negan's dead," Regina said after a few moments of silence had passed.

"I'm Negan," Simon declared once he stood up. "And as I understand it, everyone in this room is," Simon reminded us of the way we all lived here. "Now, I realize there's a lot of stress in the air, but just to clarify, are you saying you're someone else, Regina?" Simon strictly asked Regina.

"No," Regina answered Simon once she straightened up in her seat a little.

The way Simon pointed at her, was like he was willing to beat her there and then if she said she was. "Good," Simon responded, pleased with her answer.

Turning back to us, Regina clearly was coming up with a plan. "We should send the fence crew out. Grab a few others, we get fourty workers, standing back to back," Regina suggested this method of fighting against the walkers.

Eugene began shaking his head next to me. "No," Eugene said softly.

"We get them out with pipes, they clear a path..." Regina hadn't heard Eugene's soft protest. "-just enough for a small team-" Regina continued to tell us of her plan.

The plan itself, was sacrificing workers, innocent lives, to fight when they weren't the fighting kind. "Inadequate," Eugene rejected her idea louder this time.

Regina though, didn't like that Eugene was going against her. "What?" Regina questioned Eugene's rejection of her plan.

"The numbers you suggest aren't adequate," Eugene began. "Given the current SRO density of the herd surrounding us, forty workers armed with melee weapons in the formation you propose would be overcome, closed in on, and macked upon within a few minutes," Eugene informed us all of what would happen if we used her plan.

Regina though, didn't seem phased that she'd be sacrificing workers to clear a path. This would only create more walkers to fight if it all went wrong. "Yeah. That's right. We use the workers as a distraction to get a small team past the herd," Regina defended her plan.

"They can warn the outposts and then come back with the Fat Lady," Regina was confident this plan would work but I had my doubts, the same way Eugene did.

How Eugene spoke a long sentence with only a few breaths, was a lot to try and process in my mind. "Add to the approach's slim chances of success, it's likely the play would lead to widespread unrest, pitting the workers against the soldiers when we're running out of food and fuel, upsetting our already precarious apple cart," Eugene went on to explain how this would be a bad move on our part.

Regina pulled the chair up closer to the table as she scooted closer to Eugene. "Maybe all we need to do is put you out there, Eugene," Regina threatened to throw Eugene out to the dead ones. "Maybe it would motivate the answer man to come up with a solution," Regina growled out her frustrations to him.

My own plan though, was to make the workers starve, to get angry, because no one would be able to survive on lock-down here for too long. If something went wrong on the others side of the plan, mine could work too.

The workers could pick up arms, fight against the Saviors and kill Negan if he survived the herd outside. "Regina, he's right," I said, standing up for Eugene. "The workers have the numbers, and we need to keep them on our side," I encouraged them to listen to Eugene's warnings.

"We need to keep them in line," Simon argued back his own opinion on the matter.

Gavin had glanced to the walkie-talkie on the table in front of him. "Even if we get a few of ours out and somehow clear the crowd, they have snipers all around the building," Gavin pointed out another problem we had. Sighing, Gavin seemed exhausted by this dilemma already.

"So right now, let's deal with the other part," Gavin encouraged us to talk about another topic. "Someone in here made everything out there happen," Gavin suspected that someone here was working with Alexandria, the Hilltop and the Kingdom.

Yes. Me. "It could easily have been Katherine," I spoke up. "You saw how she escaped, how she took the first chance she had to get back to her family," I reminded them of what we saw back in Alexandria, those of us who were there to see her fight us.

The memory alone, was something I was happy to help her with. "Who knows if she's been sneaking around here, collecting all the information she needed to take it straight back to those at Alexandria," I tried to draw any suspicion on me, away from me.

"Yes, let's not forget that you were the one who let her escape the day they turned against us," Gavin countered as he sat up in his seat and leaned against the table, looking right into my eyes.

How Gavin looked at me, I knew he wasn't suspecting me, he only was angry I let her get away. "Simon, did you or did you not hear that Katherine Grimes had been sneaking around the place before I was the one keeping an eye on her?" I asked Simon as I pointed up to him.

Simon's jaw had opened and closed briefly. "Yes, she did," Simon answered my question.

"Exactly," I rest my hand back onto the desk as I turned my attention to Gavin. "And when she was here, she wasn't up to any trouble when I kept my eye on her 24 hours a day," I informed them of the truth. Except, I was the one helping her.

Gavin's eyes then drifted to Eugene. "But I don't think she did this alone," Gavin said, suspecting it must have been Eugene, who sat next to me. "We're having our little crisis-management meeting about the rebellion in Alexandria, us three outpost heads, and that's when they pile this crap on us? That's when they cut us off?" Gavin whined.

"Come on," Gavin continued to complain. "They knows all and sees all," Gavin spoke in a snarky tone as his eyes were glued to Eugene. "Sometimes it doesn't take a gun. The right kind of rat...can kill plenty of people with just some talk," Gavin told us.

Leaning against the table, I had watched Eugene slightly tremble at the thought of them thinking it was him. He is from there. "But it's not gonna be us, and it doesn't have to be the workers," I suggested we look for an alternative way forward.

"Dwight, you got to face reality here," Simon tried to argue against me, to side with Regina and her plan.

A man who's willing to risk innocent lives, is no man at all. That's a monster. "No, Simon, we keep what's ours, and we don't give up a damn thing," I argued back. "We get out," I continued my little speech.

"And I don't want to hear backbiting or pissing or moaning from you two," I ordered at Regina and Gavin opposite me. "You got a problem with that, come at me," I encouraged them to start the fight as I had risen to my feet.

No longer sat down, I glared down each of them. "Hmm?" I challenged them but none of them said or did anything. "You can't lead the Saviors out of here, I will," I warned Simon as I pointed at him.

Simon let out a soft sigh when he straightened up, while I slowly lowered myself back onto my seat, I saw him make his way over to me. Crouching down beside me, I could feel his eyes staring down at me.

"Yes, my boy. Yes!" Simon cheered as he clapped my arm. "And..." Simon pointed at my face. "We're gonna find that subhuman coward that did this to us, and we're gonna kill him very slowly in front of everyone here over the course of a few very long days," Simon began to threaten as he slowly moved his gaze to look down at Eugene.

Eugene was quivering, like he sensed them putting the blame on him when he had nothing to do with it. Everyone was looking at Eugene. "Good meeting, people. Now let's make today the best today it can be," Simon encouraged as he wrapped up our meeting.


KPOV

As we approached the guy that had been once steering the truck back to the Sanctuary, he was grunting, grasping onto a rock as he tried to crawl away from us. Dad took out his gun, aiming it at him as we got closer to him. "Your people back in the chemical plant...did you win?" dad asked him.

Slowly, I got closer, with Daryl staying in front of me and so did my dad. The man slowly rolled over, showing everyone the bloody wound I had made into his gut. "No one did," the Savior said through grunts and pants of pain.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Daryl asked him instantly, but instead of responding, the man began coughing. Angrily, Daryl kicked the man's arm to the floor, pinning it. Making the guy stop clutching his side and to bleed while Daryl pointed a gun to his head.

Everything that was happening, was happening far too fast for me to keep up. Daryl is so angry lately. "The hell's that supposed to mean?" Daryl asked again, while the guy was now staring down the barrel of Daryl's gun.

The man coughed weakly. "Everyone's dead," the Savior told us.

For a long second, Daryl stayed still and silent. Staring him down, I knew Daryl was trying to figure out if it was a lie or if it was true. "Bullshit," Daryl called the guy's bluff while Daryl slowly let go of his arm and lowered his gun.

"There's no one else? You're the only one?" I asked, wanting to know the truth. Carol must have lived. She's like a cat. She has nine lives and the Kingdom have capable fighters.

The moment the Savior was let go, he went to hold onto his wound. "Me. The King," the Savior began listing names. "The Axe Man. And a short-haired psycho lady," the Savior revealed that Carol too, had survived the fight at Gavin's outpost.

Thank God Carol is alright. "You did this," the Savior spat up at me, at my father as he glared at us both. His breathing became ragged. "My people...your people...they're all gone," the Savior gasped out through weakened breaths.

When I looked between Daryl and dad, they both looked at me with a glimmer of concern in their eyes. The Savior was slowly dying in front of us. "Damn," the Savior said before Daryl walked away from the scene.

The only ones stood there, was me and my father. "And now...me, too," was the Savior's last words. Before his bloody hand began slipping away from his open wound. His head rolling to rest on one side and his grip on the rock no longer held it.

Glancing to my father, he went to take out his knife, but I gestured him to put it back. My eyes stern as I gazed into his. I got this. My eyes told him before I took out my knife, crouched down and stabbed it into his head.

Carol, she's alive. That's all that matters. Her and the King. But my face, showed anger as I stabbed the guy in the head, to stop him from turning. Wiping the blood from it onto the Savior's shirt, I then got back up and saw my father waiting for me to stand back up.


DWIGHT'S POV

Once the meeting was over, I went back to my room to figure out ways of keeping the Saviors in line until Rick and the others took out the rest of these fighters. I just hope this ends quickly. I hope Negan suffers.

A knock on the door alerted me that someone was wanting my company. As the door creaked open, who stood outside, was someone I didn't expect to be behind it, there, holding a pickle jar in his hands.

As I stepped aside to let him in, he walked into my room and began inspecting it while I closed the door behind us. He doesn't know I'm working with Rick and the others, does he? If he does...

"I'd like to express my sincere thanks for your support at the recent confab," Eugene thanked me for backing him up at the meeting. "I was doing my level best to stay fully on the DL, but sometimes the mouth-brain neuronal connection experience is a misfire, and foot met mouth at an unavoidable velocity," Eugene tried to explain what had gone wrong for him there.

The fact he was trying to explain himself, was obvious that he still didn't know I was working with Rick, Kat and the others. So much for Dr. Smarty Pants. "You were right in there. If you didn't say it, I would've," I agreed with him wholeheartedly.

"As a token of my appreciation, I brought you some primo cukes from my private stash," Eugene had lifted the pickle jar, containing some pickles in it to show me why he was carrying it around.

Is this guy being serious? "I'd like you to accept these as a sign of my faith that we will, in fact, find a way out of this pickle. Pun intended," Eugene was trying to be a funny guy but this situation was far too serious and uncomfortable to be dealing with.

Gesturing him to put the jar down to one side, he moved past me to do so. "Thanks for stopping by," I thanked him but his plan quickly changed as he hummed before crouching down. Picking up one of the soldiers I had first carved and began to paint, Eugene was bound to have got a fresh coat of paint on his fingers.

"Hold up," I warned him. "It's-It's still wet," I told him but it was too late. Great...

Another coat of paint they're going to need. Eguene then inspected his fingertips, coated in the shades I had painted them in."My apologies," Eugene apologised formally. "You DIY'd these?" Eugene asked me, staring at the figures.

Nodding slowly, I took a few steps back. "That's right," I answered him.

Returning to a standing position, Eugene gradually approached me. "Mm," Eugene mused over my carved soldiers. Eugene then began talking a bunch of words I didn't quite understand or care to listen to.

What I did catch, was that after everything was over, that me and him should sit down and compare notes. Like we would become a couple of good friends. "We aren't going to do that, Eugene," I rejected his invitation lightly.

"Fair enough," Eugene didn't try to argue with me.

Moving to one side to let him leave after he inspected my room some more, Eugene stopped at my door and slowly turned to look at me.

"I fully understand the reasoning behind yours truly being prime suspect in pretty much any Benedict Arnold type situation," Eugene understood why everyone was trying to pin him as the traitor.

A small look of appreciation crossed Eugene's features. "And in light of that, I'm doubly grateful to have you watching my six," Eugene only proved to me he was grateful to have me on his side. Or so he thinks...

Shaking my head a little, I kept my eyes on his. "You were right back there. I didn't say anything more than that," I reassured him that we were both on the same page. At least, when it comes to the workers. We need them.


DPOV

Once we were done with the Savior that Kat had fought and made sure didn't turn, I turned my attention to the truck and to the guns that were loaded in it, along with anything else it had. Guiding myself to watch my step down the hill, Kat was behind me, doing the same thing and after her, was Rick.

Being the first one there, I made sure to watch my step, especially around the corpse that was near my feet. The guns in the boxes were all close to falling out, but were all stacked up strangely that gravity, just didn't work for them.

"Hey," I called over to Rick mostly. "Give me a hand with this," I asked for his help as I began tugging on the box. But it didn't move.

"Yep," Kat agreed to help as her and Rick joined me.

Tugging on it, all three of us forced it out of where it was. Grunting as we did so. My foot was up on something I could climb on, so I could tug it out a little easier. "Got it?" Rick asked me as we tried to pry the box out from where it was.

Helping me take it out, slowly, it weighed on us but as the three of us carried it, we eventually guided it to the floor. "Yeah," I assured them that I now had it. I didn't want Kat to carry something this heavy but I knew she wasn't going to listen to me anyhow.

When we slowly lowered the box to the ground, Rick was the one who opened it. Inside, were explosives that instantly caught my eye. Packing it into a backpack, it was a perfect sign of what I needed to do next.

"We can use these now," I told Rick the solution to our problem as both Kat and Rick looked at me strangely.

Rick's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "What?" Rick questioned why I was saying this. It's the perfect plan.

Glancing to Kat then to Rick, it was like neither of them got it. "Well, think about it," I suggested them to think this over. "There ain't no Kingdom no more," I stated that those that fought with us, had been defeated mostly. Their fighters are gone.

It's only us and maybe the Hilltop. "Yeah," Rick went along with it even if it sounded more like a question than an agreement.

"We know what we got to do," I was sure of this. It's the only way we win. "We blow open the Sanctuary, let the walkers flood in. They'll surrender," I told him my plan. "It'll be done. Hell, we could end this by sundown," the more I thought about it, the better the plan became to me.

Rick though, he didn't look impressed by this and Kat, she was staring blankly at the box I had just emptied. Possibly, she was deep in thought. "They have workers in there, right?" Rick asked us, glancing between me and Kat, all while getting back onto his feet. The only two people that knew what it was like living there.

Kat swallowed hard as her eyes met those of her father. "Families, too," Kat told him the truth as she nodded her head slowly.

The moment she said those words, her eyes lowered, like guilt was starting to take over. Is she on my side? Or his? "Are there?" Rick asked up at her and Kat nodded her head, brushing strands of hair behind her ear as she didn't look at him.

Maybe they're right. But there has to be another way. "We'll hit the south side of the main building. The workers live in the north side," this was my solution to the plan. "They'll be up the stairs before the walkers even get in," I had to have hope that this was what would happen.

"What if they don't?" Rick asked me, doubtful of my plan. "There are people in there who aren't fighters. Doing this could change that," Rick warned me.

But this plan, it was solid and stable. It was fool proof. "Make them pick up guns and stand by the Saviors. And if the Saviors don't surrender, maybe everyone fights us," Rick gave me all the bad, possible scenarios to this situation.

"And we don't have the Kingdom anymore," Rick pointed out the same thing I had before but with a different tone. "We're not doing this," Rick rejected my plan gradually.

Silence passed for a few seconds but when Kat rose her head to glance between us, she could see us glaring at one another. "Look, I want Negan dead, just like you do," Kat got between me and Rick as she looked at me a little to the side.

Kat's head slowly turned to look at her father next. "Like both of you do," Kat spoke to Rick this time. "What we can't do is fight each other over when or how it gets done," Kat was trying to be the one to unite us again.

But neither me or Rick could remove our intense stares from each other. "Fine, looks like the only way you two won't fight each other, is if you don't try and fight me," Kat flapped her arms at her sides as she went to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, as I felt her take the backpack from me.

Letting her take it, Kat went to seal it up tighter and began walking past me. "I'm doing this. Alone," Kat answered me, her back to me. "I'll get it done," Kat nodded her head as she stopped, turned and looked up at us. Nodding her head to us, it was like she was making a promise to us.

On instinct, I snatched the backpack from her hands. "Like hell you will," I denied her from doing such a thing. Is she asking to die? I thought she was going to protect herself first.

Rick took a step closer to me, as Kat had moved away from us once she'd had the backpack in her grasp. Now that she no longer had it, she went to try and get it but I moved it away from her grabbing hands. "Kat," Rick scolded her.

"What?" Kat spat angrily. "How else are you two going to stop arguing?!" Kat questioned us. "I'm pregnant but this, I did this," Kat had pointed to herself. "I was the one who got us what we needed to make those plans. I saved myself from Negan!" Kat reminded us of what happened.

That wasn't exactly how it happened. My eyes and Rick's eyes said as we looked to each other. "Yes, a tiger gave me a chance to fight, that was my chance to save myself from him. Not you, or you, or anyone," Kat said as she looked between me, Rick and then back to me.

Kat fell silent but for only a moment. "I was the one working so hard to get this plan together," Kat gave the credit where it was due. "It's on me to see this through," Kat was being determined to go.

"Give me the bag, Daryl," Kat ordered as she held her hand out for it.

Grasping it tighter, I made sure she couldn't get it. "No," I denied her request. "I'll go with you, to protect you," I offered her this instead. We can do it together. She doesn't have to do this alone.

Rick took a few shuffling steps closer to me. "She'll be safer if she waits a few days more," Rick suggested this be the better plan. He still doesn't think we can end this. Once and for all.

Kat raised a hand, as to silence us. "Stop," Kat ordered us both. "I can do this," Kat told us with a stern tone of voice.


KPOV

Chewing the inside of his cheek, I watched as Daryl glanced between me, to the floor and then up at my father. "Nah," Daryl growled. "You ain't doing this," Daryl said as he shoved my father back lightly.

What the hell? Daryl began taking a few steps towards me and away from my father. But my dad began chasing him and pulled him to turn and face him. "There's a plan, and everyone's sticking to it," dad was trying to put Daryl back in line.

Daryl had let out a little grunt as he turned to face my dad. The look on his face, wasn't one of acceptance, but one of defiance. "Not everyone," Daryl argued back. "There's a lot of our people that are dead, Rick. Things change, man," Daryl tried to get this across to my father.

In some ways, I understood where both of them came from but having them fight, it wasn't helping anything. "Negan and that other group, this is on them," Daryl snarled.

"If people die, it's their fault, not ours," Daryl was putting the blame on those that had hardly anything to do with the lives of innocents.

Moving closer, I tried my best to get between them, to break the tension. "Daryl, we can't do this," I told him lightly. There's got to be another way.

Daryl completely ignored my protests as he glared at my father. "And we got our own people to look after," Daryl growled menacingly at my father.

Bowing his head, as he watched Daryl turn his back on him again, Daryl was determined to go and end the Saviors. To end all of them living in that compound. "Is this how you plan on looking out for my daughter?" dad asked Daryl, hitting a spot that made Daryl stop.

"For your child?" dad questioned him. Daryl's back tensed as he paced a little at the sound of these questions.

My eyes drifted to my father, unsure where he was going with this. Daryl quickly turned back around and went to face my father. "More than what you're doin'," Daryl snarled, pointing a finger at my father's face.

That response off Daryl, only made my own father tense up too. "You sayin' I can't protect her?" dad wondered what Daryl meant, his tone was one of a challenging nature.

Daryl took a few steps closer, the two men in my life were face to face as they glared at one another. "I'm sayin' you sure as shit ain't been, not since you showed up in Atlanta," Daryl spoke darkly, pointing to the distance.

This is not what I wanted. "Daryl!" I yelled, trying to get them to stop. "Stop!" I told them as I tried to get between them, using my arms to push them away from each other, before a fight could break out between them.

"What?" Daryl asked me as his eyes met mine briefly. "It's true," Daryl was convinced this was a statement as he returned his gaze to my father.

While Daryl paced, my dad stayed firmly in his spot. "And I sure as shit ain't the one who let her ride off with those assholes in the first place," Daryl referred to Negan and the Saviors.

"Shut your mouth," dad snarled as I saw his nostrils flaring with anger. "I've done nothin' but protect my daughter. My kids...my family," dad said with confidence, with certainty.

That's partly true but I know how to protect myself. Carl knows how to protect himself too. "Being a dad, ain't easy. But I'll be the one to make sure that kid doesn't turn out to be as ignorant as you're bein' right now," dad insulted Daryl in a sense.

My eyes widened at how my father was only encouraging this argument to get worse. "Dad!" I tried to stop him as I scolded him this time. I can't believe this. What's gotten into these two?

But dad didn't stop, instead, he kept glaring at Daryl and Daryl glared at him. "You couldn't protect her, even if your life depended on it," dad snarled at him. "Atlanta. The farm. The prison," dad listed all the places we once were.

Hearing these words, only made Daryl glare harder, his body tense, like he was ready for a fight. His nostrils flaring as his hands turned into fists. "It wasn't just me tryin' to look out for her back then either, was it?" dad questioned him.

After I'd heard this, it made me wonder just how long Daryl had been looking out for me. He has been looking out for me...for a long time, hasn't he? "I'd never let her go with Negan or the Governor in the first place," Daryl spoke a little more calmly.

But I knew Daryl, calm tones, weren't what they seemed with him. "Lettin' them have her, use her, abuse her, rape her, torture her," Daryl said, reminding me of the people that had taken me before.

"An' for what?" Daryl spat out his question, his eyes followed my father's frame. "Because you didn't wanna fight?" Daryl asked my dad for his reason.

Even with his questions, my father couldn't and didn't give him any answers. "It's time to fight, Rick," Daryl told him. "If you won't, I will," Daryl warned him of what was going to happen.

Watching Daryl turn his back on us again, dad began to chase after him. "We're not doing this," dad said firmly but Daryl ignored him. "Hey," dad called to him. "I'm not letting you do this," dad tried to stop him.

The second dad caught up to Daryl, dad's hand went to Daryl's shoulder to pull him back. But this time around, Daryl threw a punch straight to my dad's face. Grunting the second he'd turned to face him as he landed the blow to my father's jaw.

"Ohh!" dad yelled, grasping at his face as he fell to the floor. Flat out on his ass.

Rushing up to my father, I yelled "Dad!" as I watched him fall. Getting to my knees beside him, I helped him to sit up.

Daryl stood over us, as he saw us, down on the ground. "This ain't your choice," Daryl told my father before he picked up the bag of explosives off the floor.

What happened next, was something I couldn't predict to happen. As my dad removed his hand from his mouth, he leapt up off the ground and tackled Daryl. Both of them fell to the ground as they finally started their fight.

So much anger. Is this over me? Or is this because of me and because of their plans for Negan? The second dad tackled Daryl, the two fell to the ground, but Daryl had wriggled an arm out. Elbowing my father in the face, dad fell to one side.

"Stop it!" I yelled, frozen on the spot because I knew, one wrong move and I could get hit. One wrong move from them, they could hurt me unintentionally. Daryl began climbing onto my father, pinning him down by his chest.

Daryl went to land a punch on my dad's face but he dodged it and pushed Daryl off of him. "Stop fighting!" I yelled. Having enough, I went to try and get between them.

Dad went to grab the bag and tossed it over my head. Ducking and covering my head, in case it landed on me, luckily, it flew far away. "Kat, stay outta this!" Daryl shouted at me as he got to his feet and came up behind my father.

Seeing Daryl take my father into a choke hold, my dad fell to his knees and Daryl guided him to the ground. "Kat...stay...back," dad gasped out between pants and grunts. Trying to claw Daryl's arm off with one hand as dad sat down.

Daryl's knee came up to prop him as his back was to me. Don't make me hurt you. Please. I knew I'd have to hurt one of them or both of them if they kept this up. "Aah!" dad groaned as he tried to tap his arm.

Something sounded like a hard wind behind me, but the second dad's hands came up to Daryl's face, I heard my dad say "Kat, move!" before I looked behind him.

The second Daryl's eyes looked up to see why my dad told me to move, I had looked back to see the truck I had crashed had lit up with fire. "Daryl!" dad groaned, tapping his arm to get his attention as dad saw the fire first.

When I started moving towards them, Daryl had let go of my father. "Get up!" Daryl ordered, his eyes wide as he helped my father to his feet. Both men forcing me to run ahead, the sound of an explosion, made Daryl grab hold of me, as he fell and landed on his back, for me to land on his front.

Daryl had cushioned my fall as we all leapt, my dad's arm came around me, as did his body slightly to shield me from the blow. Panting, the second we were safe, we all got off from one another and sat up on the ground where we were.


RPOV

Once my duty as a father was done for now, I sat up and glared at the truck. All the explosives Daryl had wanted to use, had been too close to the fire. As they exploded and lit up the sky, I glared harder at the fire.

Of course, something as stupid as this happens to us. All because Daryl couldn't be patient and because we had to get in a fight over Kat, over the plans. God damn it. At least, Kat is safe. That's all that matters. But now, we have no guns, no explosives, nothing. All this effort, had been for nothing. All this fighting, for nothing.

As we sat side by side, Kat in the middle of us, it felt like the perfect representation of everything that just happened between the three of us. Kat got in the middle but she is our middle ground. For now...


DPOV

Luckily, we had jumped out of the way in time. Kat was safe, sandwiched between me and her father as we protected her from the blast. As they rolled off of me, we all sat up in our spots and looked to the blazing fire that took over the truck that once held the guns, the explosives.

The bag had been tossed over there, so with every loud explosion, was another piece to my plan gone to waste. So much for my plan. At least Kat is safe. That's all that matters. But...it looks like we have no guns, no explosives and we're back to Rick's plan.

Sat next to Kat, she looked on, as did all of us. Rick was fixing his strap across his back angrily, before he waved his hand from the punches we'd thrown at each other. Everything we had fought over, was for nothing. The trip itself was for nothing.

Sitting up straighter, at the same time Rick and Kat did, I rest my arms over my knees as I stared at the explosions that continued to sound in front of us. Well...that was a waste of time...


KPOV

Once my dad rolled off of me, I rolled off of Daryl and laid back a little as we stared off to the fire in front of us. The flames licking the sky, as explosives only added more sparks to the already burning bright fire.

The bag that had been tossed over my head, was the aftermath of the explosions going off with the fire. So much for their fight. And so much for the fact we had the guns and the explosives back. Now, we've got nothing. And we're back to square one, which is my dad's plan.

Watching my dad sit up first, he had waved his hand a little, possibly feeling pain from the hits or the fact he must have fallen on it. When he fixed up the strap across the chest, he only resembled an angry old man to me, or a big baby.

Sitting up with him, Daryl then followed our lead as he too, sat up, his arms resting on his knees. Letting out a deep sigh as we stared at the fire, I knew we'd have to leave but I was itching to talk to them as the explosions continued in front of us.

"Both of you, are going to let me speak," I began to say firmly as I lowered my chin to glare at the fire ahead of us.

Seeing my dad slowly turn his torso to look up at me. "Kat I-" dad went to speak but I raised a hand, to stop him.

"You're both going to let me speak. And both of you are going to listen," I ordered through gritted teeth as I cut my dad off. Dad slowly returned his gaze to the fire in front of him. "Or so help me, I'll put you both in a choke hold and leave you here," I threatened them.

Neither of them said a word but I sense they weren't happy about sitting here and listening to me talk. "So don't test me," I warned them, not wanting either of them to challenge me further.

When they were both silent, I slowly lowered my hand and gently rubbed it along my legs. "Now, I don't know what the hell that was about. If it was about me, or about Negan-..." I didn't understand what came of this but I did know one thing...

"I want Negan dead as much as either of you do," I pointed out to them. "If not, maybe more," I said mostly to myself, than it was for them.

Feeling my jaw tense up a little, I relaxed as I spoke. "Not just for what he did to me, but because of what he did to others. Because of how he rules over people by instilling fear into them," I kept my eyes solely on the fire.

Daryl and dad, did the same as me and focused only on the flames. But dad did bow his head at the mention of 'what he did to me'. "I saw him burn a man's face with an iron. Saw him threaten to force a girl he was married to, to either work to survive, or stay married to him and live a life without labouring away for hours," I listed some of the things I had witnessed while I lived with him.

Lowering my head, I knew that being a part of the Savior's way of life, it was hard and scary because anyone would turn on you, just to save their own skin. "I made him do something terrible..." I drifted at the thought of Dr Carson.

"Because of what it was like living there. Things you couldn't imagine me doing, I did those too," I told them.

Reflecting on what happened, I couldn't look anywhere but at my lap. "There was a doctor, he was helping me with my pregnancy but...when he first suggested we tell Negan the truth, I threatened him. I...held a pair of scissors to his neck, pinned him to a wall..." I spoke of a time that felt, like so long ago.

"I thought he was more afraid of me than he was of Negan. I tried to make sure of that. But over time, he got more and more confident that I wasn't capable of holding my promise to him if he'd said anything to anyone about me. About my secret," I continued my little anecdote.

Looking back up into the flames, I felt my eyes stare coldly at the burning heat before me. "It was Dwight who told me of what the doctor had planned on doing, in telling Negan the truth. So to stop him, we framed him. I expected Negan to lock him in a cell when he saw what we did to him, we staged something...awful," I was telling them everything.

I could feel Daryl's eyes on me from behind as I spoke. "But instead, Negan roughed him up a bit, using the bat...until he grabbed him and tossed him into the fire. I heard his screams. I smelt his burning flesh...and I'm the one that has to live with that," I painted the full picture.

What I was trying to put forward, was how horrible Negan truly was. "That happened, all because he chose to go against me instead of siding with me. All because, it was going to be anyone else before it would be me or my baby," I tried to get to the point.

How I stared at the fire, it was almost numbing as it reminded me of that time now that I thought back on it. "I fought a guy, because he doubted the doctor was lying about me not really being pregnant with Negan's child," I revealed to them the part they didn't know.

"I did everything I could, to protect me and my child. I always will," I informed them. "So from now on, when I say I can do something...trust me when I say that," I pleaded with them. "I wouldn't be putting myself in danger if I didn't think I could handle it," I stated.

My hand went to my stomach as I caressed the child I had yet to one day hold. "I've done and will continue to, do whatever I have to, to keep myself and my baby safe," I stated to them.

As much as I appreciated them looking out for me, I knew how to protect myself and would do whatever I had to, to keep myself safe. "And the next time, either of you fight like that over me...I'll punch both of you, knock you both on your asses," I told them.

Helping myself up onto my feet, I dusted off the dirt from my body as I looked down at them. "Moral of the story, don't test me. And don't ever doubt me...I'm more capable than you think," I told them boldly before giving them both a hand to bring them to their feet this time.

As both men took my hand, I pulled them up onto their feet and we finally made our way up to the vehicles. Or, to at least, what was left of them. On my dad's behalf.


DWIGHT'S POV

Sat at the table once more, I had leaned against the desk and waited for Gavin to speak. "Now, we were due for a delivery today from my place. Spotters haven't seen anything," Gavin told us slowly.

It was as though he didn't want us to miss a single word he had to say. "Yeah, the transport truck would've turned around, seeing the state of things, but nothing's come up any of the roads. Chem outpost doesn't miss deliveries," Gavin explained.

"Something happened," Gavin was certain about this fact. "That Rick guy happened. Our outposts are getting hit while-" Gavin went to continue complaining.

But the sound of the door slamming shut as Laura came in, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath, stopped Gavin from talking. Sweat covered her from head to toe. "What is it?" Simon asked her.

"They're coming up the stairs," Laura answered.

Eugene thought the same thought I had. "Walkers?" Eugene asked but, if it had been walkers, more screams, more gunshots would of been heard.

Which lead me to believe the second and only option we had left. "The workers," Laura answered Eugene's assumption of a question. "They said we'd have to shoot them," Laura informed us of the state the workers were in.

Eventually, we heard chatter coming from outside. Simon being the first to get out, we all started getting out of the room as we were met with a mob of workers. The moment we stepped out, they fell silent.

"Workers are designated to stay on the ground level," Simon began instructing as Gavin grumbled at the sight. "Specifically, their activity is constrained to the factory floor and the outdoor gardens," Simon instructed of where they were permitted.

Potter was the first of the workers to step forward. "It's too hot down there. And we sure as hell ain't going outside," Potter was the first to go against Simon. "When you gonna fix the power?" Potter asked.

Simon turned to face our worker. "It doesn't need fixing. We're conserving fuel," Simon answered him. "Mm?" this was Simon's way of getting some form of response from Potter. "It's a shared sacrifice," Simon informed everyone.

"Oh. You're sharing now," Potter said sarcastically seeing as they hardly lived like kings, not like we did.

Simon turned to face Potter, with anger clearing being masked by un-amusement. "Oh. That sort of tone is not gonna work for me-" Simon declared before he went to lunge at Potter.

Getting between them, I forced Simon back. "Hey, everyone, everyone!" I yelled as I got between Potter and Simon. "Look, we're gonna get through this. Okay?" I tried to keep everyone positive as other workers looked on. "We just need some more time," I did my best to keep the peace.

One worker I didn't meet before, spoke up against me. "We need some more water! There are young people, old people!" the worker yelled to us.

"We're rationing that out, too," Simon tried to take it more calmly after I got in the way of him and Potter, undoubtedly.

Another worker, a woman this time, stepped up. "We work, you protect us. That was the deal," the woman spoke up. "That's how it was supposed to work," she reminded us of the arrangement Negan had with them.

One worker yelled for water, the other yelled, asking if we had a plan for getting them out. "You heard the man!" Gavin yelled over them. "You all need to get back to the factory floor," Gavin ordered for them to go.

"Where's Negan? Is he dead?" a voice asked us, a voice of a male worker.

A woman in the far back spoke up. "Answer the question," she ordered of us to give the people the answers they deserved.

Answers, I knew full well, they weren't going to get, because of the fact the others couldn't afford losing their state of power. If they find out Negan's gone, they'll go against us. Beat us to a pulp. "Everyone has to return to the factory floor now!" Simon yelled again.

"I'm not going anywhere," a woman stood up against Simon.

With the workers rising up against us, it only began to infuriate Simon more. "I need to correct you on that point," Simon said coolly.

"Where's Negan?!" one woman asked again.

Gavin was the first to spot a worker was holding a weapon. "Gun!" Gavin yelled. On instinct, Regina pulled out her gun and shot the guy before he could shoot any of us.

"I am Negan!" Regina told them as she rose held her gun up at the workers. "Anyone else want a bullet? Anyone?" Regina challenged any other worker that tried to go against us.

But one haunting sound, echoed down the halls. A whistle. The sound of a familiar whistle, I hoped to never hear again. He's alive. When Negan appeared, we all got on one knee, making him chuckle at the sight of us. "Ah, Regina. Now, why'd you have to go and do that?" Negan asked of the one who shot the worker.

"I am guessing that a lot of you fine folks thought I was dead, chewed up, never to be crapped out again. Well, here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille, and my nutsack is made of steel," Negan spoke with confidence, with assertion and the fact I was kneeling right now, was not something I had hoped for.

"I am not dying until I am damn good and ready," Negan announced.

Stood beside him, appeared to be someone I recognised from Alexandria. It was the priest, both of them covered in walker guts. "Now, if you'll all excuse me, I am in deep need of a sandwich, a shower, and some of that, uh, wilting lion orchid deep-tissue shit that Frankie learned in San Francisco," Negan told us what he wanted.

"Hell, I might do it all at once," Negan joked but in a serious tone. "But after that, we have some serious business to attend to," Negan's tone, was like a warning.

Slowly, his bat lowered to be pointed directly at Simon. "Like talking to my right-hand man," Negan said, pointing his bat at Simon but Simon didn't want to even look at Negan.

They know, that they're fucked. "You see, we got to figure out how all this could've happened like it happened," Negan suggested what first order of business would be when we'd all sit at the discussion table.

"And then...well, and then we're gonna get back doing what we have always done. We will save people," Negan announced, as his bat was left outstretched at the side of his open arms.

I thought he was dead. I had hoped he was dead. "Thank you, Negan. Thank God for you," one woman in the crowd had said to him. Praising him. They have no idea.

Negan's attention went to the priest beside him. "And that is why I am here," Negan told him. "Gentlemen, gently take him to number two," Negan instructed. "Gently," Negan clarified that they weren't to be rough to the priest.

When Negan left, we all returned to our feet, whilst two of his men took Gabriel away to the cells. I can't believe this shit. He should be dead!


RPOV

As my engine was struggling to come to life, Kat stood beside me, watching as I tried my best to get it to work. Daryl had rode his motorcycle towards me, as it was parked up a while away from his bike that had stopped right next to the scene.

Shuting the engine off, I sighed and got out of the vehicle. Daryl stopped beside me as I took my guns from the back and the photographs I had taken. Approaching Daryl and Kat, who stayed between us, like she always did, my steps towards them were slow. Before I got there, Daryl had already silenced the rumble of his engine.

"There's a plan. We got to see it through," I told Daryl as I didn't look at him and inspected the condition of my assult rifle.

Daryl didn't look at me either for the longest moment. "We gotta win," Daryl told me. To which, I could agree on for once.

After what Kat had told us, it was a kind of maniac I didn't want taking control of innocent lives anymore. "Yeah, we gotta," I agreed with him as I nodded. "Choke hold's illegal, asshole," I said the same words he'd said when we first met.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Kat bite back a grin. She remembers. I wonder if he does. "Mm-hmm," Daryl hummed an agreement. "Yes, it is," Daryl said this like it was law. Looking over at him, I wondered if this meant we were on good terms now.

But, considering he didn't crack a smile, or look at me, I guessed we just needed time. "Looks like I'm walking," I stated the obvious as I looked ahead.

For a second, I had hoped he'd tell me he'd offer to come back and go with me. "Yep," Daryl grumbled, proving he had no intent on helping or coming back for me.

Well, at least he'll take Kat back. I know that much. "I'll meet you when I'm done with the last play," I told him after he'd tapped his throttle and held onto the handles.

"You sure about doing it?" Daryl asked me, with a slight hint of concern in his tone. Even if its a small hint, it's still a hint. We'll get past this. For Kat's sake.

For a few seconds, I thought about just going with Daryl, going home and finding another way to end the Saviors. But I had hope that this plan would work. "Yeah, I am," I answered him, nodding my head slowly as I looked off to the distance.

Kat had quietly shuffled her feet to give her the chance to glance at Daryl a little more directly as she stood between us. "You taking me back home?" Kat asked Daryl softly.

"Yeah, I will," Daryl answered her, using the same tone of voice he was using with me.

Kat then turned her attention to me once she climbed up onto the back of the bike. "I'll see you soon?" Kat asked me as she held onto Daryl's shoulders.

Seeing her just out the corner of my eye, I knew she was fine with him and looking directly at me. All whilst I looked directly ahead, to where I was going. "That's the plan," I answered her, too.

As Daryl's engine purred to life, he rode off with Kat wrapping her arms around his waist. Hearing them leave, to return home, I began to make my journey to the Scavengers. I have a new deal to make with them...one I'm sure they'll want to hear...


DWIGHT'S POV

Once Negan was clean and ready, we were all forced to meet at the table once again. Arat had dumped the bag of guns in front of her. "Good news is, I figured out where that asshole's gun came from," Arat informed us.

"And the bad news?" Negan asked her what else was left to report.

"They're ours," Gary stated. "Stolen from the armoury. A worker couldn't have gotten this many guns without us knowing about it," Gary informed us that they were keeping close watch on who got in and who got out.

Would they even guess it to be me? "They couldn't have got one," Laura was certain in her tone of voice.

"No, one of our own did this-is doing this, right now," Simon agreed with her as he glared down at the bag of guns in front of him.

Looking over to Eugene, I saw him trembling, staring at the bag of guns, terrified. "Tell me how we find him, Simon," Negan encouraged for his second in command to figure out a plan for this.

Simon though, he had no idea how to answer this. "We...find when the munitions went missing," Simon was coming up with an idea as he spoke. "Through that, we get an idea of the how, which hopefully leads us right to who. But we start with when."

My eyes were focused on Eugene, who looked like he was about to burst into tears but when he looked at something on the bag, then to his thumb, I knew he figured it out. I spilt a little fresh paint onto the bag and Eugene has some on his thumb. When his head turned to look at me, I looked away and tried to ignore his stare. He knows? Does he think it was me? Everyone suspects it to be him, not me...right?


RPOV

Marching my way to the Scavenger's place, I knew I was almost there but I was getting more and more tired the further I walked. Breathing heavily, from the exhaustion, there was an odd sound coming from behind me.

A sound, I never thought I'd hear again. Stopping, I needed to be sure it wasn't me losing my mind or if it really was a helicopter above my head. The familiar sound of helicopter blades whirring above my head, was something that made my heart stop.

There's still more people out there. But where are they? Looking up, I wasn't imagining it as it flew right above my head and past me. What? This is real? Where have these people been all this time? Where are they?

As it left, I returned to my mission. While I kept walking, and walking, dispatching a few walkers here and there, I eventually got to the road that would lead me to where the Scavengers were. Hope was building inside of me as I could already picture the structure.

Even with the many thoughts Kat had played inside my head, along with Daryl, I knew this was the right play. If we get them on our side, we can beat them. We can and we will, win. We have to. For Kat. For us. For our futures. No matter the cost.


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