MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【130】

Walking through the Sanctuary alone was worse and better than the other times.

Worse because I felt less protected, like a Savior could round the corner and recognize me at any given second. Because even though I've waked these halls, I knew the danger that lurked no matter.

Better because I didn't have to answer questions or concerns regarding the enraged, murderous look that I knew I carried in my eyes.

Making it to the wives room, I pull my gun back up, easing into the door.

On the bed, Amber was quiet, but I could still see her shoulders shake as she silently cried.

"Amber," I whisper, closing the door behind me.

"Frankie, I.. I'm not in the mood," she says through her strained voice.

"I'm not Frankie. I'm Hana," I reveal.

At once Amber's head snaps up to look at me, her already swollen, red, tear filled eyes widening in recognition.

"They brought you back.." she whispers, her face contorting as she begins to cry again, "You shouldn't be here."

"I'm here on my own. I'm getting you out," I say, carefully taking steps to her, "Sherry helped me, so now I'm helping all of you."

"Sherry.. Have you seen her? Is she okay? Is she alive?" Amber worries.

"I don't know. I just know that she got out."

Amber's head bows, soft cries escaping her mouth again.

"Amber, I need your help," I say, now beside the bed.

"I can't.. I can't do anything. I only ruin things and get the people I love hurt."

As I begin to question, she cries harder, "Mark is dead. Negan sent him out there and now he's dead. It wasn't your people- it was a redirect. A suicide mission."

"Then, help me," I urge, "If you know where Negan is-"

"He's in one of the gambling lots. They took a pool table from your people and now he spends most of his time there," she scoffs, sniffling through her tears.

"Okay.. Okay.. Can you get me there?"

"Get.. You're trying to kill him?" she asks.

"It's not like this is the first time," I try to joke, "If you can just get me there, you can leave. My people are just outside ready for us to go. The other women just left out with my dad. You can go, too."

"Dad.. You have a dad?" she questions.

"I do. I just found him again."

"Can.. Do you think your dad could help me find my mom? Can she get out with me?"

"He can. And you both can leave," I agree, "Just get me to where Negan is."

Amber jumps from her place on the bed, standing up straight, "Okay. Okay, I'll help."

"All right," I breathe, "Let's go."

Amber sticks close to me, her hands balled up and to her chest as she cowers in her own skin. She seemed to be just as afraid as I was in these walls. We go through the halls, a close call or two sending nerves skyrocketing until she points to a closed door.

"There.. He's in there last I saw," she whispers.

"Okay.. Go find your mom and wait back in the bar," I order, "My dad will go back there, just tell him that I sent you and to get you and her out."

Amber frantically nods, grabbing my forearm, "Thank you."

I stay quiet, only nodding before she's scurrying back down the halls.