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Damned If I Shoot You, Damned If I Don't

My eyebrows creased as I watched Tara and Jesus loading a car with supplies, many other residents following as they prepared their own vehicles.

"Going somewhere?" I wondered when I reached them, seeing their eyes meet in a hesitant glance.

Tara bit her lip before finally telling me. "We're taking out one of the posts, we won't be long." She rushed out as she rounded the car, swinging the door open.

"Can I come?" I asked, the gleam in my eyes almost pleading. My thoughts trailed back to Carl waiting fo me in Alexandria, but I brushed it off. This wouldn't take long, and I still had a job to do.

"Rick wants you here." Jesus insisted as he opened his own car door.

"You mean Rick who just left." I pointed to the gate as a car left, Daryl close behind it on his bike. Jesus sighed before reluctantly agreeing, letting me hop in the back seat.

I frowned when Morgan got in beside me, his eyes front as he focused on his distant thoughts. He was acting strange, kind of edgy and rash. His presence caused an awkward atmosphere as we took off down the road.

The chain of cars pulled up outside a fence, walkers sandwiched between us and the satellite outpost.

"Looks like they made themselves a moat." Jesus observed as we hid in the trees.

"You sound surprised." I commented, checking my pistol was fully loaded before shoving it in my belt. It was no wonder they were upgrading their defences now it was public knowledge we were fighting back.

"We can do this. We did it before." Tara assured. I shook off the memory of infiltrating the compound, murdering people in their sleep then getting kidnapped with Maggie and Carol. It would only serve as a distraction.

"Just need a clear shot. Right, Dianne?" Morgan asked as he glanced at the woman with the bow. I recognised her as a soldier from the Kingdom, given away by the metal plates of armour on her chest and back. She had a stern gaze ahead as she nodded. "We just need to time it right."

We had to take out the guard by the door without being seen, which would allow us to silently move through the building. But if it went anything like last time, the plan could fall short and we might find ourselves in serious trouble. We had no idea just how many people were in there and only had to hope we had the numbers.

Dianne let an arrow loose from the wire, planting it directly through the head of a guard as he lifted his gun.

"Good shot." I mumbled, following Jesus through the now clear door.

This place was a lot different to the last outpost in many ways. The space was more open, there weren't any sickly yellow bulbs hanging from the walls casting splotchy shadows as we hurried down the hall. But one thing they had in common was the threat behind every door.

I double checked the silencer on my gun as I whipped it up, bringing it to my eye without a moments hesitation as a curious Savior wandered out. He didn't even have time to panic as I released a single bullet into his head before moving on.

I was constantly set on edge as we took down each person, scanning the areas and looking in rooms. A lot of them were empty and that only made me more suspicious.

We split into two groups, Morgan leading half down a second hallway as I stuck by Tara's side, pressed against the wall as we spread ourselves down the narrow path. The air was warm and thick, like the doors didn't get opened much to allow the fresh breeze inside.

I stopped breathing as I impatiently waited for the signal, my gaze lined up with my gun as I aimed it at the door. I could hear shuffling behind it and listened out for voices, muffled through the barricade.

And then it was open and I was faced with a single person, a man with fear in his features and a knife in his hand. Sweat dripped from his hair as he met my narrowed eyes with his wide ones, the life leaving them altogether as I pulled the trigger, the small metal pellet digging itself right in between his eyes. Red swelled around the edge as blood dripped down his nose, leaking over his open lips and onto the ground as he fell in a heap.

I met Dianne down the next hall, her arm held out as she stopped me from walking past. I almost frowned with confusion when bullets suddenly sparked from the other direction, aimed right at us. Tara and Jesus were on the other side, Morgan nowhere in sight.

"We got a plan?" My question was pointed to Dianne as she shot around the corner before ducking behind the wall, bullets skimming the place she was just standing.

"Don't get shot?" She suggested, reloading her gun. I peeked around the wall, firing bullets until I hit something hard, a loud yell being cut off as it planted itself through someone's chest.

I mentally counted the rounds in my gun as I let them go, one by one. The first was for the man at the entrance, second for the man with the knife. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth on the group down the hall.

The gunshots suddenly ceased as Dianne whipped around the corner, a curt nod in my direction. They were falling back.

"Jesus! Tara!" I called into the next room as we ran down the hall, not waiting for them to follow us.

I made my way towards the exit as fast as I could, a group right on my heels as we finally reached the outside. I squinted against the sun as the air suddenly cleared, deep breaths heaving into my lungs.

I barely had a moment to appreciate the escape from the suffocating indoors before a loud metal clanging brought me back, the sound of a garage door opening. I reached behind me and pulled my sword from its sheath, taking quick steps towards it and holding my blade at the first person who came out. In fact, the only person.

I swung the weapon back with a swish, preparing to stab when Jesus gripped my wrist, restraining me. I tugged against him but he didn't let up, his gaze firm.

"He's surrendering." He informed me in a hushed tone. I glanced at the man, his gun dropped onto the ground and his hands in the air. My fingers tightened around the hilt as I glared, finally meeting his eyes. He didn't look scared, just more uncertain, like he was struggling to predict my next move. He was only a few years older than me, with curled brown hair falling against his neck in light sweeps.

He gave me a quick, appreciative nod before turning around. "We're surrounded. Don't be as dumb as they think we are, put your guns down." Several others rounded the corner with their weapons raised, reluctantly letting them fall at his words.

I only sheathed my sword when Jesus started tying them up, their wrists bound behind their backs.

"You really think this is a good idea?" I seethed, trying to keep my voice low with the surrounding prisoners. "We came here to kill them."

"Killing them now would be an execution. That's not what we do." He urged, handing me a ball of wire and gesturing to the nearest Savior. I snatched it off him with a sigh, wrapping it around before finishing with a tight knot. Now that I was closer, I noticed the Savior had more blonde hair than brown.

"Maybe it's not what you do." I muttered under my breath.

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New cover?
I might make some others and then ask for your opinions but this is it so far (I'll change it somewhere around season 9)