ELEANOR . NEGAN

114.

"A citywide sweep and capture is now in effect. The targets are new immigrants from the Virginia communities of Riverbend, Hilltop and Alexandria. Any known associates of Eugene Porter are to be brought in for questioning regarding the Founders' Day riot and the death of Sebastian Milton."

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Eleanor knew this was going to happen, going to explode up in utter and complete shit. And it did. Because she's obviously magical when it comes to this type of shit. One minor thing that was pissing her off although was that in a world where laws and morals have been stripped and walkers are the new populated species, they've somehow — some way — managed to get their freedom wiped from them.

Not Eleanor though, not yet at least.

Her heart was plummeting as she rushed behind ledges and broken down walls. Her breathing was staggered and her clothes were now tainted with the blood of Commonwealth lackeys.

But she was fucked — really. Emotionally and all. Negan was gone, Maya was gone, at this point she believed everyone was gone. No way it's just me, not in this place.

Eleanor just can't remember how it ended up like this. She knew after the event, Negan took Maya to the safe house which was Carol's and waited for Eleanor to come back. But between the yelling and screaming and the panicked Judith after shooting a walker and watching Sebastian die, it took her a bit longer to get back.

When she did, no one was fucking there.

Besides a dead guy slouched in the corner of the kitchen with the side of his head bashed in. But there must've been a struggle because plates were smashed about and furniture flipped and there was scratches fresh in the paint of the walls.

Eleanor got out there quick.

Now she was slithering through the Commonwealth like she was a fucking ninja, hiding in alleyways to grab her breath. Her back was pressed against a metal container and her hands were on her knees, and she was trying really fucking hard not to cry.

They wouldn't kill them, right?

I should've been there.

"Oh, God."

Eleanor shot up at that voice, and she really could've cried. There stood Daryl and Carol with blood splattering themselves as well. Daryl had a ring of red around his neck with the clear indents of fingers but Carol looked alright — shook up but not hurt.

"What the fuck?!" Elle shouted-whispered, running forwards to grab onto them. "What- what the fuck is happening?"

"Are you alright?" Carol asked with urgency, "You got blood everywhere—"

"It's not mine." She frowned. "They've took Negan and Maya — they took them both. Who the fuck is they? I'm losing the plot, I'm actually losing—"

"Elle," Daryl interrupted. "Yur fine."

Elle went wide eyed and flailed her arms about. "No, I'm seriously fucking not! They took them both, I said: this is gonna go to shit, I was ignored, and somehow Karma comes for me when this wasn't even my fucking idea! I mean, Maya is friends with Pamela, she works for her personally. And Negan... well, he's a fucking Gym Teacher! They both should still be here and they are not!"

Carol gently grabbed Eleanor's shoulders and shook her about like she was a doll. Her blue eyes pierced Elle's green ones so, naturally, she shut up and listened to Carol. "We are going to get them back. Now."