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I Can't Just Sit Around And Wait, It's My Duty To Do Something

I didn't have any other choice, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do. I made an inventory of the medicine we had in the infirmary, sorting it into two boxes. The stuff we could keep, and the stuff for the Saviors. They killed our people and we were supposed to just give them whatever they wanted.

I jotted down some notes, trying to get it done as soon as possible. I didn't want to be here when they showed up.

"Early start?" Carl asked as he stepped into the building, seeing me organising the supplies.

"This is bullshit." I seethed, shoving a box under the nearest bed. There were some things that I thought were too precious to give to the Saviors.

I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard the hissing of air outside, coming from the tires of rumbling vehicles as the gates squealed open.

"They're early." Carl realised, glancing out the window.

I groaned with frustration, locking the cupboards and straightening the bedsheet to cover the box.

I counted five men when they walked through the door, smirks on each and every one of their faces, only widening when they saw the two of us. I couldn't do anything but narrow my eyes as they searched through the place, knocking books off the shelf and dropping papers on the floor. I frowned when I saw a crumpled sheet float to the ground, scanning it and realising it was a list of medications. At the bottom, beneath a sharp black line it read 'orange pop'.

I heard the smash of glass as one of the men broke into the cabinet, watching the liquid meds dripping from their broken bottles.

"Stop. If you break the bottles, they're useless." I told him, my eyes hard as he spun to face me. His eyebrows raised in amusement as he grabbed another bottle, holding it between his fingers, threatening to let it go. I folded my arms across my chests, breathing deeply to stop myself snapping.

"Davey, check it out." Another man said, and the guy in front of me, Davey, shifted his glance. I followed his line of sight and saw him lift the box from beneath the bed, my breathing almost halting completely.

"You been hiding things, little girl?" He asked in a taunting tone, waiting for an answer that I refused to give. He held the bottle in front of my face, waving it slightly before letting it drop, his foot smashing down on it as the glass sprinkled across the floor.

It took less than a second for me to whip my gun from my belt, aiming it between Davey's eyes. I heard a click from behind me and I knew Carl had done the same.

Davey laughed loudly. "You wouldn't shoot me, kid."

I held back a jump when Carl fired his gun, the bullet hitting the window nearest to Davey's head.

"Do not test me right now." I muttered with a glare. A small voice in my head begged for him to try something, something to justify my desperation to shoot him.

"Carl, Belle. Put 'em down." I heard Rick's nervous voice as he rushed through the door, probably alerted by the gunshot. But we didn't listen.

"No. They're breaking everything, they're taking all the medicine." Carl replied sternly.

"Really, kid?" I shivered when I heard Negan's voice, a low chuckle hidden in his words.

"And you should go. Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Carl turned to Negan, a look of pure hate on his face.

"Did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can't have it." I didn't take my eyes off the man mentioned and his disgusting smirk as he hid behind Negan.