ELEANOR . NEGAN

082.

"What are you doing here?"

Eleanor snapped her eyes away from a bloody walker in front of her, the dark brown blood splattered across her face, falling along her chin and on her chest. Carver was shouting at her through the mass crowd of walkers; the undead spilling through a flattened metal gate. So much for the walls holding.

"What do you fucking think?!" She fired back, stabbing her knife in the side of a walkers head. "Stop asking stupid fucking questions!"

Carver growled and also stabbed his own knife into a walkers head, "Shut the fuck up!"

If Eleanor wasn't right in the middle of a horde, then she would've looked at him with that oh so special dumbfounded look. How someone could be this stupid, she didn't know.

Elle just groaned and furthered herself in the horde. They spilled through like there was no opposing force and it was honestly eerie. Eleanor was killing walkers left and right, but then also pulling back her skills just in case it was someone in a mask. That was the most daunting bit.

The sky above had a large fog simmering over the outpost, Meridian covered in a haunting kiss. The moon above was shimmering down on the chaos that soon began, and hopefully would end. Little did Elle know that it was all going to go shit as soon as a Carver's radio echoed around the gate.

"What?"

It annoyed Eleanor that she was now shielding Carver as he spoke into his radio. One step to the side and she could let the walkers take him... but then also give away her position. Choices, choices. She opted for the latter and kept herself safe.

"Pope's dead?!"

Oh — that's not right.

Eleanor didn't not expect that. The way Carver took in the news with a saddened gaze and then suddenly, his gaze turned darkened.

"Dixon killed him?"

That's definitely not right.

Eleanor was mid plunge of her knife when Carver spun around at the news, his eyes narrowed at her with homicidal fury. Eleanor didn't even have time to yank out her knife before Carver let out a guttural sound of pure rage and rushed towards her.

It was like a game of mouse trap, this bigger muscular guy charging at Elle with zero shame. She twisted her body under his arm that went to catch her with his knife while she punched the back of his legs; unlike Eugene, Carver stayed standing.

"You bitch!" He screamed.

Eleanor blanked out his words and sprinted towards the nearest shelter. She knew Carver would leave her if she found a hiding place while he focused on Pope instead. All she had to do was escape his wild fury. Did Eleanor understand? Yes, potentially. Would she also run at them with a knife? 100%. But it wasn't fair when it was happening to her.

The woman only had one more knife left (stuck in their weaponry since they forgot to give it back) and then her other dual carbon-copy welded in a walkers head, so she was very limited. She couldn't win a knife fight with her fists (she probably could but not with moving walkers around her.)

In the distant beyond the gnarly sounds of walkers growling, an echo of a man shouting took over her hearing: "I'm gonna kill you!" Eleanor scoffed as she opened up the doors for the cell room and closed them tight behind her. No one would be inside; they had no prisoners anymore.

All she had to do now was wait out the shit-show outside.

Eleanor didn't stop though. Meridian was huge, large buildings filled with different rooms. If she was in the cell room, then the weapons couldn't be far.