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We Have a Place

"...One!"

Michonne ran left and Enid ran right. Both slowly crept up behind the group on opposite sides. In front of Enid stood the blonde man. Now, she could clearly hear the conversations among the group's members. The blonde man was "talking" with Fawn.

"You filthy, little liar!" the blonde man yelled.

"James, I didn't-"

She was interrupted with the palm of the blonde man's hand colliding with her rosy cheeks. Fawn gasped and shakily moved her hand up to the red patch on her face. It was almost as red as her hair in the dim light.

"James, I swear! I didn't lie! The girl didn't have any weapons on her. I'm sure Adam will return soon," Fawn hoped.

"Hm. Maybe you didn't learn anything the first time!" James yelled, pulling his hand back again to make contact with Fawn's face once more.

"Stop!" Glenn yelled before James could hit Fawn again.

Fawn flinched, preparing to take another blow. James stopped inches away from her face.

"What was that?" James sneered, spinning on both heels to face Glenn. He walked towards the still-kneeling Glenn. "Heh. You think you can just tell me to stop? You think you can just order me around like a dog?" He stepped closer and leaned into Glenn's face. "Well...you're wrong. You're very, very wrong." Now James was smiling an evil, wicked smile. It creeped across his face like a snake slithering on the ground in the middle of a desert. His eyes narrowed as he laughed. "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" he asked rhetorically. "Since you spoke up for this liar, you get to take the punishment. How's that for speaking up for a wretch like her?" he screeched, pointing his finger in the ginger's direction. James looked over at Deb and asked for his gun. "You know just what we do to liars?" he asked making sure his gun was cocked and loaded. "We punish them," James whispered with that same crooked smile. He looked down the barrel of his gun, holding it up to his eyes. He pointed it to Glenn's shoulders. His index finger moved slowly to the trigger.

BANG

SWISH

BANG

Glenn watched the life leave Jame's eyes as he plopped down at his knees. He looked around the small campfire.

SWISH

One, two, three, four people down.

BANG

SWISH

Another one down, and then one more.

The only one left standing was the ginger, Fawn, shaking even harder than before.

From behind the trees, Michonne and Enid emerged, smoke still rising from Enid's pistol, fresh blood still on Michonne's katana.

Fawn started to cry."Pl-please d-don't kill m-me. I-I d-didn't do anyth-thing wro-"

"It's okay," Enid soothed. We know you weren't responsible," she said, walking towards the poor woman. Enid laid her hands on Fawn's back and tried to smile. Fawn, still scared, just stared at Enid, wondering why her life was spared.

Michonne rushed over to Glenn and cut his ties with her sword. As she helped Glenn up to his feet, Enid smiled weakly and ran over to him. He was embraced with a big hug that almost knocked him over.

"I'm so glad you're safe," Enid smiled, pulling away from him.

"I'm so glad you guys came in time!" Glenn laughed.

"Me too," Michonne added.

"Me three," a husky voice from a distance grunted.

Enid gasped and spun around to see where the voice was coming from. She looked to her left and saw Daryl. He was carrying Carl in his arms, trying not to knock Carl's hat his long, brown hair.

"Daryl!" Enid gasped. "You're back! What took you so frickin' long?!"

The four of them laughed.

"Well, I've been here a while. I couldn't get to Glenn without settin' Carl down and makin' a lot  noise. I was about to do somethin' right as you guys stepped in," Daryl said a little bit embarrassed.

Glenn sighed and Michonne smirked and rolled her eyes. Enid, however, walked up to Carl. As she got closer, Daryl laid his body down in front of her. Enid knelt down beside her best friend and whispered something inaudible to the others.

"I promise, Carl, we will get you back. Hold on for me okay? I l-love y-you," she whispered, stumbling on the last words. As soon as they left her lips, she felt like curling up in a ball and falling asleep. She definitely hoped that he hadn't heard her say that; she was afraid that he wouldn't reciprocate the feeling. She blinked a few times, and began taking off her jacket.

"Woah there, girly. You need a coat, too," Daryl remarked.

"Yeah, but not as badly as he does," she noted, feeling Carl's cold hands.

Daryl huffed but let her continue. "Don't come cryin' ta me when ya get pneumonia."

All this time, Fawn had been listening. She realized that these were good people. Her shaking had somewhat subsided.

"Oh! Uh...Daryl, why don't you ask this young lady the questions," Glenn said, remembering Fawn.

He grunted and agreed. He walked to her and stopped about a yard away.

"Alright," he began. "How many walkers have you killed?"

"Not too many," she replied.

"How many people 've you killed?"

"Three."

"Why?"

"They turned."

Michonne, Glenn, and Daryl looked at each other with knowing glances.

"We have a place," Daryl started.

Hey guys! So the pic at the top is how I imagine Fawn. So yeah. Hope you guys enjoyed! :)