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The Last Two Saviors

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"Wow," Michonne mouthed after Fawn's explanation of how she came to know Ron.

Fawn was nearly in tears during several parts of her story...especially when she had to explain the brutal death of her beloved brother. She often paused to cry or blow her nose. Michonne would rub Fawn's back and speak encouragingly to keep her talking. She needed this information to find Judith.

"That's really terrible," Michonne comforted.

Before Fawn could go on crying again, Michonne placed her hand on Fawn's knee. Somehow, it triggered in the hurting ginger's mind that she was safe and could open up again. After a deep sigh, she continued.

"Eventually, I was working for these people. They called themselves the Saviors, but when I was finally admitted to go on runs, their name didn't stick quite as much. Instead of Saviors, they treated the humans we met on the road like they were bugs–just waiting there for the Saviors to smash them into the ground. It was awful," Fawn admitted.

"Didn't you ever try to escape?"

"I tried...twice. The first time, I was caught. Then, they dragged me out to a field and-"

"And what?"

Fawn was almost in tears again.

"They beat me. They told me that I owed it to them for saving my 'rotting corpse' from really becoming one. They somehow convinced me to stay in their ranks," Fawn closed her eyes, remembering those fearful moments.

A small, darker brown splotch circled Fawn's thighs on the sofa. The tears had trickled down her face and had been absorbed into the fabric of her jeans and the couch.

"About two years of torment later or rather about a month and a half ago, I was lying in my bed asleep when I awoke to shouting and the blast of guns going off. Before I could grasp what was going on, Deb barged into my room and rushed me out the door. I was dazed and confused. More gunfire followed us as we rushed into the meeting room where I had first met Negan and Ron. There, Negan, Ron, Adam, some others, and James were gathered with weapons at hand. Something was terribly wrong. We raced out the back door without any explanation and ran for the woods on foot. We ran until we could run no longer. It was only then that we realized neither Negan nor Ron were with us. There was no point in going to look for them since we were practically lost anyway. We just decided it was best to assume them dead. So, we camped out in the middle of nowhere with barely any food or supplies. It was only a month later when we were nearly dead that you guys found us after we'd taken the clothes off of those walker's for warmth."

"Oh my," Michonne winced. "Fawn, I have something to tell you."

"Yes?"

Michonne hesitated before continuing.

"We were...we were the ones who killed off the rest of your group at the Savior's camp."

"Oh," Fawn said with a faint sense of sadness in her voice. After all, they had kept her alive that long.

Michonne looked at Fawn with sympathy and then down at her hands.

"It's alright," Fawn said with a small smile slowly inching its way into existence. "They didn't deserve to live anyway."

Only a moment passed, but to the two women, it felt like forever and the bittersweetness of a budding friendship.

Then, suddenly, something clicked in Michonne.

"Fawn!" she exclaimed suddenly.

"What is it?"

"We killed everyone at your camp, so how could Ron write the letter?!"

"Um..."

"We have to go tell Rick right now!!"