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112: ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰɪʟᴍ ʀᴇᴇʟ

ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT AND HARRASMENT

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Grace picked up on what was happening pretty quickly.

Sami's people were smart. They'd tried to get the walkers away with the music, and the Whisperers broke it. Then, they picked them off, one by one from the herd. Now? Grace wasn't sure, but she came up with an idea, and walked, hoping Daryl Dixon wouldn't appear and put a knife in her skull.

Grace continued towards the cliff. That was their plan, wasn't it? To lead the walkers off the cliff? She hoped so. That was the way they had been bringing the wagon. 

So, that was where she lead the walkers. 

It was a long trek, but the walkers followed her faithfully. She didn't even know how she did it. She just walked, and they followed. It had been one of the reasons why Beta preferred her over Negan. 

The cliff wasn't reached until morning. She remembered hearing about the cliff. That Rachel and Daryl had been brought here, just before they found Sami. That the herd used to be down there. 

As she stood a meter or so from the edge, looking at the sunrise, the walkers, who just stumbled past her, and right down the cliff to their deaths in the rocky water below. 

Grace stood, through the walkers were slowly pushing her forward as they hit into her. The sun was rising, far ahead of her, over empty fields along the mountains.  She felt so dirty. So tired. She'd been in the herd so long, she wondered if the air would feel empty for the days after, if she survived.

Would this be enough? 

She wasn't looking for forgiveness. Just a chance. Would Sami or Danny look at her, now? They didn't need to be thankful. They didn't need to be grateful. She just wanted them to look at her. Maybe talk. Just let her try to fix things. They were different before. So was she. She wanted to learn to be good like her sons. She wanted to be able to just watch them do good. Help them. 

Please, Lord, let this be enough. Let this be it. Let them know how sorry I am. Give me a chance to find a way to fix it. 

She hardly registered the young girl that grabbed her arm and pulled her down behind a rock, so the walkers wouldn't push her off the edge. She thought she recognized her, but wasn't sure where from. Then it hit her. 

Lydia. 

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Sami was walking through the woods when he heard it. 

'snap!

A branch, behind him. 

He was alone, now. Maggie had gone off to catch up with the others, and Sami had to double back to make sure there was no one left in the hospital. But now, being alone . . . 

Even as he heard the snap, he knew it wasn't one of his people. But when he turned to face who it was, he felt he was seeing a ghost. 

Sinead. Covered in dirt, and blood. She had a look on her face that made him feel sick, though he was sure he face would do so anyway. It was almost . . . hungry. No, starved.

"Hey, Sam." Her hand shook as she wiped blood from her knife onto her ratty dress. 

"You . . . " He couldn't form the words.