The start

We've got a Jay, a Carol and a Maggie

"Stop right there! Announce yourself, asshole!" A man shouts from inside. Well, they seem polite.

"It's Andy from Hilltop! It's done!" Andy yells.

"Step out! Is that it?" Andy steps out of the car hold the head bag.

"Yeah!" Andy shouts. I would be surprised if everyone in this building was still asleep with all of the yelling.

"Bring it here, shit brain!" The guy yells. Two men walked out of the building and stand in front of Andy.

"I don't want the bag, needle dick." The larger man says. Andy pulls the bag off and reveals the walker head.

"Will you look at this shit? Will you look at this shit?" The larger man repeats. We got him fooled.

"He broke my hand. I broke his nose. That's why he looks that way." Andy shows his broken arm off. He said it nervously. I hope he didn't just blow this for us. The hispanic looking guy takes the head and examines it. He then faces it toward Andy and mimics the head as if it was talking.

"Little bitch broke my nose. Wah." They laugh as Andy gulped.

"Okay, looks like you learned. I'll get your guy, you'll go home, and you bring us more stuff next week, hmm?" The hispanic guy walks inside as the larger man whistles.

Once the coast was clear Daryl runs up and slits the guys throat. Everyone comes out of their hiding spots as we clear the scene. We clean everything up as the Hispanic guy comes back with another man.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." The hispanic guy taunts but Michonne sticks her sword in him.

"Ahh!" The guy yells.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're bringing you back. We're bringing you back." Andy says as they take him to the car. Gabriel, Jesus and Tara walk back to the car with them making sure that they are safe. The rest of us walk inside the building slowly and quietly.

"Check the doors. Find the arsenal. We take them out." Rick whispers.

Rick and I walk into a room of sleeping people. I watched him go first as he takes his knife and stabbed one of the guys in the eye. I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel sad, scared, safe, angry, happy or relieved. To be honest, I didn't know what to feel about this. But I went along with it. I turn to face the man that was sleeping in front of me. He was three times my size and probably twice my height. If he woke up he could take me out and probably Rick too. I take my knife out and line it up with his eye socket. Taking a deep breath, I stab him right in the eye. A silent kill. Rick looks at me and nods his head in approval. I hope this is what he wants. I nod my head back at him as we clean our knives off and tiptoed out of the room.

We head down the hall for other rooms as the alarm goes off inside the building. Shit. I look at Daryl, Rick and Michonne as we all had confused panic looks across our faces. These men were going to come out of their rooms and try to kill us. Three men come out of the rooms.

Target. Fight.

The first guy I kick his knee in and stab him through the eye socket. Another one swings his knife at me as I dodged and stabbing him right at the base of his skull. Blood flows down his neck running on my arm like it was water. Another man comes running with the gun and start shooting as I look around the corner and shoot him in between the eyeballs. Rick, Daryl and Michonne stare at me concerned. I nod my head for them to continue.

"Stair way." I say pulling the back in the door frame. Gunshot goes off at us.

"How are you good at this?" Rick says as he takes his gun and shoots up the stairway.

"You become too cautious." I said as a man comes out of his room next to Rick. I kick him back in his room on to the floor and shot him in the forehead.

"Go." Rick yells.

We run down the hallway. A man shooting at us down the hall as we hide in corners. Rick shoots at him a couple times and misses. I step forward and shot the man in his right eye. Direct hit. Daryl runs down the hallway as a guy opens the door Daryl hits him with the gun and smashes his head in. A guy gets on top of him as I run down the hall and take my knife out stabbing the guy in the eye. He screams in pain as his blood squirted all over me. I push him down to the ground and step on the knife for it to go further down in his skull. I step on his head and pull the knife out as his screams were now silent. Daryl looks at me uneasily as he knows that I'm just as much of a killer as he is.

As the coast was clear we all gather up into one area. Glenn and Heath found the armory. We open up a garage door and head outside. It was bright and sunny. We survey the area checking for any people other than ours. Some of the others check out the cars to see if they were intact. Everything seemed fine as we say goodbye to Heath and Tara. They were going on a run for two week from this point. I gave them both a hug and told them to be careful. You never know anymore.

"What did you think back there?" Daryl asked me.

"If we don't do this, we die." I wipe the blood off my face. Wrong. There was only one thing, few words that kept me going. The only thing that was ever on my mind. Won't leave my mind.

Target. Fight.

After watching them leave with the RV, we could hear a motorcycle being revved up. We all turn and face the garage looking building as a man on motorcycle drives off.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl takes off running for the man.

"Daryl wait!" I take off running after him. Rosita shoots her gun as the man falls off the bike. We all run after them as the guy gets up and Daryl tackles him down to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him repeatedly.

"Where'd you get the bike!?" Daryl yells. Rick pulls his gun out and aims it at the man.

"Just do it! Like you did everyone else, right?" The guy yells.

"Lower your gun, prick. You, with the Colt Python. All of you, lower your weapons right now." A girl on the walkie talkie laying next to the guy says. What the hell? Daryl gets up and points the gun at the guy. Rick picks up the talkie as we all look around the area. Nothing.

"Come on out. Let's talk." Rick says.

"We're not coming out, but we will talk. We've got a Jay, a Carol and a Maggie. I'm thinking that's something you want to chat about." I sling the sniper off my shoulders looking through the scope.

Not my Jaybird. I swear to god if they hurt her they will have to deal with me. I could see movement through the woods but couldn't tell if it was walker or them. I wanted to say something to everyone else but if I did this guy might yell something out and blow my cover. So I kept the scope trained in that area. Not moving one inch. I gritted my teeth, I told Jay to stay home. She doesn't listen to me. And now it's my fault because I couldn't tell her no. Dammit.