MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【132】

The smell of blood was quick to spread through the air, the fumes making me even more light headed than during the fight.

I fumble to grab the radio on my side, pulling it up to my lips as I lay on the floor, still beside Negan's body.

"Ri.." I pant, "Rick.."

There's no answer, sending my heart into a frenzy of worry.

"Rick.." I call again as my voice cracks.

"Hana?" Rick finally responds in a shout, "Hana, you there?"

I turn my head, looking at the corpse beside me.

"Negan's dead."

There's another moment of no response until the radio makes static.

"He's dead?" Rick asks.

"He's dead. I ended it.. It's.. It's done," I breathe through the pain.

"Are you okay?" he asks and more tears build in my eyes.

"I'm okay," I assure, "I.. I just need to get out. The Saviors probably heard. They could be here any second. But.. But, there's something you gotta know."

"What's going on?" he asks.

"The Saviors.. Their weapons-"

The door suddenly bursts open, two men rushing inside with their guns up and firing at me. I grab my bat sliding under the card table for security.

"Hana! Hana!" Rick shouts from the radio.

"Holy shit!" one of the men exclaims and I knew he spotted Negan's body.

"It's done.." I call out, "Are you still him?"

I silently pray for the best- but, I still knew that Negan had his most loyal followers.

"You.. You killed him!" the other man exclaims, suddenly dropping his gun, "We're free! It's over!"

The first man's feet turn to face him, gunshots erupting until the man falls to the floor with dozens of wounds in his chest.

"I'm still Negan!" he shouts to the dead man.

At the cold brutality, I cup my hand over my mouth- feeling more than sorry for the dead man that wanted to be free of Negan's reign.

"How about you just come on out?" the man asks, "You ended him- I gotta end you."

"You don't have to," I urge, "He's gone. We can all live together. It was just him."

I had a moment of hope as he goes quiet. The hope is shattered as he fires the gun, half of the bullets flying off the table as some make it through. I look around desperately, trying to find a way out. I pick up one of the broken pieces of Lucille, careful not to cut my hand.

I place my bloodied hand on the flimsy table, jumping and cowering down as he continues to fire the shots. His gun clicks and he begins to reload. I take the chance, shoving the table up and forward to him. He pushes it back and I lurch forward, using the broken piece of Lucille to hit his face, the barbed wire scraping his skin off with ease.

He stumbles out into the hall, his free hand gripping his face and screaming in pain. I pick the other man's gun up only for him to spin around with more shots. I duck behind the wall, cringing as the bullets fly into the room, hitting the games and wall all the same.

"Hana! Answer me! Are you okay!" Rick's voice sounds from the radio on the ground, "What the hell is going on?"

I start toward it only for more shots to cut me off as I retreat behind the wall again. The man steps inside, gun leading the way. I jump forward, catching the gun under my arm and jerking downward, thrusting my fist up to his face.