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The Storm Of Shit Behind Door B

"You may be wondering why the hell your lookouts didn't sound the alarm. See, we are polite. I mean, I don't know when they're gonna wake up from that kinda shot, but they should wake up." It seemed like every cell in my body tensed when Negan's voice addressed the community, the shadows of vehicles stretching on the ground outside the gate.

"Let's just cut through the cow shit- you lose. It's over. So you're gonna line up in front of your little houses, and you're gonna work up some apologies, and then the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed. Then I kill Rick in front of everybody and we move on."

When I got to my feet on the furnished steps, there were exactly three thoughts on my mind:

1. 'How they hell did they get out?'
2. 'Boy, this asshole never knows when to shut up.'
3. 'Where's Carl?'

The last question was easily answered, running as fast as my legs could take me and eventually coming across Carl and Michonne, the former grabbing weapons from a van and handing them to the surrounding people. Daryl, Tara and Rosita hurried to his side, listening to his rushed plan.

"We need to make it look like we're escaping out back. Get to the woods, halfway to the quarry and cut the lights. Get enough of a lead on them, hit them, and get away on foot." His words were fast as he loaded a bag with smoke canisters. "Get everyone else and we'll meet you there."

Negan's constant whistling caused a shiver down my spine, hitting my ears in a sharp, piercing way.

Carl turned to face me, pressing a key into my hand with a stern expression. "Get going."

"I'm staying with you." I protested, my eyebrows furrowing with my refusal.

Carl shook his head, his eyes pleading. "There's gonna be people in the infirmary, they're gonna need your help."

My gaze drifted to my hand, the key glinting slightly as I let out a reluctant sigh. I had to trust him on this.

"What about you?" I asked weakly, struggling to cover up my concern.

He glanced at the gate, the whistles still bouncing in my ears. "I'm gonna talk to him." He gripped my hand before I could finish my complaint, his head shaking quickly.

"I don't wanna leave you-"

"You have to. Go to the trucks, I'll see you soon." The group dispersed as I held onto his hand desperately, my breath catching.

'Stay.' My brain told me, hesitation clamping my fingers around his. He sensed this and brushed the hair away from my cheek, gently holding it as he kissed me. It was warm and full of fear, my lips trembling against his.

"I love you." I whispered, my tone meaningful as he met my eyes.

"I love you." His hand slipped from mine, the final decision being made. I gulped hard, shaking off my worry as I ran in the other direction, finding Daryl by the trucks.

My heart felt incredibly heavy as I climbed into the drivers seat of one, the huge vehicle causing what felt like an earthquake as I jerked the key in the ignition. An unfamiliar nervousness moved through me- I had never driven a truck this big before.

My feet shook against the pedals with anticipation, my eyes stuck on the vehicle in front as I waited for Daryl's signal.

It felt like forever until I spotted the sweeping movement of his arm out the window, prompting me to kick my toes forward aggressively. All my limbs vibrated as the truck sped forward, faster and faster until Daryl crashed through the wall, metal flying in every direction as he burst into the outside world. I made sure to keep in line with him as I twisted the wheel, ducking at the sound of machine guns firing in our direction. The bullets pinged off the frame, small sparks jumping through the air.

I trained my eyes on the red taillights in front of me, squinting as they blinked, signalling the vehicle was stopping. I switched my foot to the brake pedal, a screech rattling through me as it shuddered to a firm halt.

"Come on!" Daryl hissed, helping me from the high seat. When my feet planted on the gravel he dragged me into the trees, pushing me down beside him as we peered through the bushes. My breathing was hard and fast, muffled by the fist held against my lips to suppress them.

My gun rested in my hand, pushed back to my shoulder as my finger skimmed the trigger. I had never been more ready.

"Where the hell are they?" Michonne muttered, my ears pricking up at the sudden noise. All I could hear was the chirping of crickets and the rustle of leaves, until a new sound rumbled from down the road.

Smoke filled the air but I could see the white beam of headlights getting closer, several enemy cars parking uncertainly by our vehicles.

I swallowed my nerves, a calmness spreading through me as I focused my weapon, my finger finally tugging at the trigger with Daryl's stern order.

It was pitch black but I could hear windows smashing, groans of pain and clicking of guns, the Saviors firing right back at us.

One, two men were down, my bullets not letting up. I suppressed the urge to feel any kind of guilt when I killed each person. Just today I was telling Carl he was right about them, and now look at me. I gunned a third man down as he yelped in surprise, a metal pellet digging into his chest and another in his head.

It gradually became silent, the Saviors ceasing their fire as they all dropped dead. The air was tinged with the thick smell of blood and smoke, stinging my eyes and coating the inside of my mouth in a sickening way.

"It's clear." Daryl mumbled, his feet brushing through the grass as he stepped from the tree line. I followed him around the car, noticing Dwight with a hand firmly pressed on his injured arm.

"How'd they get out?" He questioned the man on the ground with a gruff tone. "Was it what I did?"

Dwight shook his head with hesitation, his lips curled in a grimace. "Eugene."

"We need to get back, now." Michonne told us in a hushed voice. There was a silent agreement as the group finally lowered their weapons.

"The Hilltop..." I muttered, my eyebrows drawing in a panic. All eyes turned to me as I spoke in a quiet tone. "They don't know, we gotta-we need to tell them. They could be going there next."

My teeth dug into my cheek, the worry washing over me in waves. Maggie was there, and she was a target, big and vulnerable. "I need to warn her."

"You're staying." Daryl denied, his words definite.

"I'm going." I replied, making him turn to me with an incredulous expression. But he could see the determination in my features and I was not prepared to back down. "They need to get ready."

I checked the car nearest to me, grabbing the keys and starting it up. "Tell Carl where I am. I'll see you there." The wheels spun with the smell of burnt rubber and I drove away, ignoring their looks of protest. I was doing the right thing, I was sure of it. So why did feel incredibly guilty about leaving Alexandria behind?

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