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005: ᴍʏ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀʀᴍꜱ

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Sami hated the person Rick Grimes had made him. 

Before Rick lost it and almost got the group killed, Sami took things as they came. But after he went crazy, Sami found himself constantly trying to lead people to safety. Though he went through his fazes, he'd never really stop.

Which was why he was never really going to leave the church. Yeah, Sami believed he would. He thought he was a very heartless, bad person. But really Sami wouldn't leave people behind. It just wasn't in him. 

He was behind a wall, back in the abbey, watching for an opening. A few of the nuns were around the door that Pere Jean was through, along with a few of the men in the same outfits as the men that Sami had attacked in the first place. Same clothes as the ones that took Florence. 

She stayed outside, listening. She actually listened to Sami, a lot of the time, which was good. But it reminded him of how Rachel never listened. Everything reminded him of Rachel, though.

He didn't see an opening, however. These men never let their guard down. They never left one man alone. 

But when they tried to take Laurent to become a part of their group, and then one raised their weapon on Isabelle who tried to stop them, Sami didn't care much for openings.

He ran at the man who had his weapon raised on Isabelle, grabbing him with an arm around his throat and pulled him away from him, slicing his arm to make him drop the axe-like weapon before throwing the knife at the man holding Laurent, making the man's body drop, Laurent running to Isabelle as Sami snapped the first one's neck with a sickening crack, before he ducked through the doorway behind himself, hearing the others yelling in French and following him, bullets hitting the wall behind him.

Four men followed Sami, and he could hear the nuns fighting outside. 

The men began to split off, as Sami stayed crouched behind a table. A billion thoughts went through his head, but the loudest - the nuns needed help. He didn't have time to pick these men off slowly and safely. If he got them now, before they got enough space between each other for guns to be an advantage, he'd be able to go help the nuns.

So, reaching his arm through the bars and into the weapons room, Sami grabbed a long knife, more like a small sword. And stepped out.

First, he stayed low, slicing the ankle of one man and kicking the leg of the next, knocking both to the ground, before he kicked the second in the head, making him go silent. 

they yelled something he couldn't understand, and shot at him, one bullet grazing Sami's arm as he ducked and grabbed the third one's arm, twisting it over himself and around the man's back, the snap making him scream, before Sami kicked him into the fourth man, who stumbled back.

The screams of one man holding his ankle and the other now on the ground with a broken arm almost blocked out the battle raging outside, as Sami stood in front of the last man, waiting for him to make a move. But he hesitated. 

He raised his gun, and shot, Sami ducking before kicking the gun from his grasp, and grabbing the man by the arm, swinging him around and into the wall, making him yell and stumble away, as Sami leaned down and stabbed the man with the broken arm in the head. 

Holding his now bloody cheek, the last man looked at Sami, panting, before he yelled and ran at him, smacking him back and into a table, his head hitting it hard, making his brain spin as be tumbled back over the other side and onto the ground.

The man rounded the table, and kicked Sami in the gut before he could get up. Again, and again, and again. 

Sami coughed as he continued kicking him, but pushed through the pain to grab the man's foot and twist it, making him yell as he fell to the ground in pain.