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They were so fucking screwed.
Eugene sat slumped in the dirt, bathed in the glow of the car lights, looking like he'd just gone twelve rounds with a pissed-off gorilla. Fiona could barely move—trapped, outnumbered, and watching this shitshow spiral fast.
"Good," the lead Savior drawled, like he hadn't been running his mouth enough already. "You made it. Welcome to where you're going." A pause. Then, like it was nothing, he pulled out his gun and leveled it right at Carl's head. "We'll take your weapons. Now."
Fiona didn't hesitate. Her gun hit the ground first, then the knives at her waist—one, two, three. But not the one in her boot.
"We can talk about—"
"We're done talking," the Savior cut Rick off with an eye roll, bored as hell. "Time to listen."
Like clockwork, the rest of them closed in. One of them patted Fiona down, came up empty, then scooped the weapons off the ground instead.
Fiona clenched her jaw so hard it ached, resisting every urge to deck Mustache Man when he turned his attention to Carl. Then he moved to Mariam, eyes flicking to the two weapons near her feet.
"Look at you. Ping-pong pro," he snickered, bending down to grab them. Mariam kept her stance locked, resisting the urge to ram her knee straight into his smug face. Instead, she just lifted her hand and flipped him off, slow and deliberate.
The guy only huffed out a chuckle. "Okay. Let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover."
"Hold up," Abraham cut in, stepping between them and the mattress when saviors start walking towards them. His voice was steady, final. "We got it."
"Sure. Sure." The Savior agreed, signaling his people to back away before walking over to Eugene and aggressively grabbing him.
Rick and Abraham helped Maggie onto her knees, slow and careful. Fiona moved beside Abraham while Oliver and Mariam flanked Carl at the end.
"Gonna need you on your knees," the Savior said, stepping up to Rick. He looked terrified—but not for himself. For his family.
Fiona clenched her jaw. She fucking hated being on her knees. It made her feel weak, small, and she wasn't either of those things. But Rick dropped first, the others following, and after a deep breath and a sharp pinch to the bridge of her nose, she did too, settling beside Abraham.
"Dwight!" the Savior called.
Of course that melted-ass pussy was here. Alive. Fiona exhaled through her nose, already regretting not bringing more bullets on that last run.
"Yeah." Dwight stepped out from the pack of Saviors, eyes locking onto hers. Fiona didn't blink, didn't look away. Just glared daggers straight through his skull.
