Dead Man Walking

lix.

"I thought about hiding some of the guns," Rick says as they gathered their people in the church to find the missing guns, "I did it before. I figured I could bury some out there. Maybe we don't touch them for years."

"Years?" Tobin asks.

"Yeah. That's right. But what if the Saviors find those guns? What if we run into them when we have those guns on us? One of us dies. Maybe more than that. Maybe a lot more. Doesn't matter how many bullets we have. It isn't enough. They win. It's that black-and-white. Hiding a couple of guns isn't the answer, not anymore. We don't have to like it, but we need to give them over. A Glock 9 and a .22. That's what they're looking for. Who has it? Someone knows where they are or they know who does. If we don't find them, they're gonna kill Olivia. They'll do it."

Scott stands up, "Why do they care? Two guns aren't a threat to them. But those guns could help protect us from whatever else is out there."

"Do you have 'em?" Hunter asks.

"Wish I did."

Hunter scoffs as he runs his hands over his face, "A lot of you weren't there. You didn't have to watch. You didn't have to hear it. You weren't there. But you can look away now when someone else dies, or you can help solve this. I cannot watch another person die. So we can give them what they want, and we live in peace."

"Say we find the guns. How are we gonna get out of this?" Eric asks them.

"There is no way out of this," Hunter sighs, he didn't know what they weren't understanding, "Let me put this to all of you as best I can. We aren't in charge anymore. Negan is. Now, who has the guns?"

Hunter waited for someone to speak up, to tell them they had the guns. But no one did, "Not everyone's here."

Spencer and Rosita were gone. Now Hunter hoped she didn't have one of the guns. She couldn't have. She wanted to go out to look for guns. He knew that. And he couldn't stop her. Spencer on the other hand. He could have them. Rick and Hunter left the church and went straight to his house.

They flipped that house upside down. And they found nothing. They had a few people helping them too. Gabriel walked over to them, "Nothing. Still. I just...I feel like...I know this is going to work out."

"How?"

"We'll find the guns. We'll get through today. Then we'll find a way to go forward, how to beat this."

"There is no beating this," Rick responds.

"Yes, there is, somehow."

Hunter zoned out as he saw Glenn sitting on the window sill. Hunter frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair, "Not now, please. If you're not gonna help me then leave me alone. Please."

Rick furrows his brows as he sees his brother talking to nothing. Gabriel was just as confused. Rick sent Gabriel away as he knew his brother wouldn't want anyone seeing him like this.

Glenn rested his head in the palm of his hand, "Come on, man, you are smarter than this. You know I'll always be here to help you. Give you advice, guide you. Make sure you play this right."

Hunter rubbed his eyes, he was going crazy, slowly losing his mind. He knew it, "So help me. Please I don't want anyone else to die."

"Hunter?" Rick taps his brother's arm and Hunter waved him off.

"In some ways, you and Spencer are a lot alike. You would never put this community at risk, but when it comes to hiding things you guys are the same," Glenn says and Hunter furrows his brows.

"I don't get it."

"You have hiding spots. He has hiding spots," Hunter rolls his eyes and cups his hands on his head as he tries to figure out what Glenn means, "King County, Hunter. Your home."