She Has Fire

Chapter 22

Mary's POV

Two days and no sign of anyone coming to get me. No Negan, no Simon. I Kept my head, didn't think too much. Luckily, Negan had supplied the house with thousands of books to occupy my brain. Try and keep it from going to the worst case scenario. Which still happened. All the time.

How long would this last? Would there be a Sanctuary to come home to? Would I see him again? As much as I tried not to think, I couldn't stop it. I just want to see him one last time. Kiss him one last time.

Night was the worst. My nerves would get the best of me. My anxiety high, as the dark lurked in. I sat on the couch, playing Negan's video, one more time before bed. A nightly ritual. I heard the muffled sounds of someone falling outside. My head snapping towards the front door. I quickly turned the tv off, as well as the lights. I grabbed my gun from the side table and stood up against the wall. I heard the door creak open. I felt the sweat starting. Could I fight back? Should I? Would fighting make it worse? Would they spare me for the sake of my baby? Or might the fact I'm pregnant make it a twisted highlight for them?

I heard muffled sounds of whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying. I heard someone walking closer. With each footstep, my heart sped up. They stood next to me and I brought the handle of my gun into their face. They let out a scream, as did three other people.

"Wait! Wait! It's me! It's Aaron!" He held his hands up, cursing under his breath. I flicked the lights on to find Aaron holding his nose as blood poured from it and Lacey, Angela and Eric behind him.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" I said putting the gun down and rushing to him.

"It's okay, just protecting yourself. Maybe should have announced our presence." He chuckled. I grabbed a washcloth from the kitchen to put on his nose.

"I thought you were going to! Who just barges into someone's home, let alone a pregnant woman's in the apocalypse!" Eric scolded as he set down bags.

"It's so good to see friendly faces!" I said engulfing Eric in a hug.

"We're happy to see you alive. No one was getting your transmissions. The walkie was too far out of range. Simon never had a chance to put in the extension stuff for the walkie." Angela hugged me.

"We brought extra supplies with us too! Oh! Negan asked us to give this to you," Lacey said handing me a photo album, "didn't look incase he threw in nudes." She snorted. I chuckled and took it.

"He said...he promised that he'd come get me when things were alright. You guys are here, don't get me wrong I'm happy you are, but this means it got worse. Right?" I asked. They all looked at each other.

"It got worse. Rick...he got the other communities together and started a war. I mean...the Sanctuary looks like a warzone. There's bombs and gunfire every minute, all day. He couldn't put you in harms way like that." Aaron put a hand on my shoulder.

"Love, I know what's going on in that head of yours. This isn't your fault. Rick...he was always going to start a war. It's his nature, or at least it is now. Negan said he'd come get you when things stopped or it got bad enough we had to run. Let's hope for the former." Eric smiled. He always had a weird ability to read my mind. I nodded. I looked at the cover of the book in my hands, leather, with some intricate floral design. I sat on the couch and opened it. It's pages were a soft green. A letter sat folded in the first photo pocket. I pulled it out and unfolded it. A grainy, grey picture fell onto my lap. I picked it up and started crying. It was an ultrasound picture from the day Carl attacked me. I took a deep breath and read the letter.