After a hard year of being kidnapped by a serial killer during an investigation as an undercover agent, Luna returned back to Atlanta FBI.
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It was time to scope out the outpost and put the plan into action. Negan and Saviors were going down, for good.
Andy pulls up with the Gregory-walker head. Red lights flood the parking lot. The two guards were yelling and talking smack, but they wouldn't be for long. The guards buy that it was Gregory's head. One guard heads back inside. The other starts to whistle "Happy Birthday."
I slowly and quietly approach behind him. I yank on his hair, pulling his head back before slicing his throat open. I take my knife and jab it into his head. Some run towards the building, while the others get rid of the guards body that I just killed.
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The other guard brings out the prisoner from Hilltop. Michonne comes up behind the guard, and slices her blade through his chest. Riley stabs the man in the head. Riley tossed me the keys. I open the door and we head inside, with Rick by my side. We all go in with our guns raised, ready to shoot to kill.
"Check the doors. Find the arsenal. We take them out." Rick whispers.
Rick motions towards a door. He nods at me. He quietly opens the door, while Daryl keeps watch. Rick and I go inside. Two men were sleeping in oppsotive bunks.
I look at Rick. I didn't want to do this, but it had to be done. I watch him take his knife and jam it into the man's skull, like slicing butter. I hesitate, but I do the same. I fight back the tears, as blood pours off the blade of my knife. Rick grabs my hand and squeezes it. I snap out of it, and focus on the mission.
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We go door to door, doing the same thing over and over again. Fast and quiet... without a trace. That was the goal. After killing another man, I look at the wall. It covered in Polaroid pictures. I yank on Rick's coat and point towards the wall. Each picture was the same... it was a person, who was faceless, from having their head bashed in, with brains scattered around their body. I look to Rick. This is why we had to do this. These people, the Saviors, there weren't good people. Maybe we weren't any better, but we certainly weren't like them. We had to end them, before they did this to us. It was sickening. I clench my stomach, and swallow hard. I snap out of my thoughts when we hear a fire alarm blaring.
