The start

Negan

"Were running on fumes." I tell him.

"We'll head west near Hopkins road. It will take us to an open area. We ditch the RV and stay on foot. We find cars, take some gas and go back to the RV. We find no gas, we head for hilltops." Eugene says.

"Sounds good to me." I load up my guns. We get to the open area and stop the RV. As soon as we get out they surrounded us. Eugene throws his machete to the ground and holds his hands up.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"We can't fight them. We can't run. We're outnumbered. Don't be stupid." Eugene tells me.

"Look at you two. Thought you could trick us? You thought we were dumb? We'll you are about to learn your lesson." Two men come up to us. Eugene tries to run but he gets punched in the face. The other guy comes up to me.

Target.

"You're that bitch from last night." The guy chuckles. I punch him in the face.

Fight.

The guy chuckles and spits blood on the ground. He launched his foot out connecting it with my shin. Pain erupted throughout my leg. My knees buckled. I curled my hands into fist and hit him. First shot in the nose. Second Stomach. Third and fourth in the chest. The rest were all shoulders and rib cage hits. Catching me off guard his fists pounded into my face so fast I didn't have time to block them. After he got about 5 or 6 punches, he wrestled me to the ground. His arms hooked around my throat and forced me to the ground. The breathe went out of me. Everything started to blur and become swirled and messed up. He let go and got up off my chest. He sits me up next to Eugene who had a bloody nose. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I could feel the bruising form on my face and neck. They gather around and start whistling.

"Please." Eugene starts crying.

"We ain't gonna kill you yet. Have to wait for your other people. Can't let them miss out." The guy chuckles. Rick and the groups are running into the area. The whistle becomes more louder. Oh God. They didn't make it.

"Good. You made it. Welcome to where you're going. We'll take your weapons. Now." The guy says as he pulls out his gun.

"We can talk about," Rick starts but the guy cuts him off.

"We're done talking. Time to listen." The men move to them and take their weapons.

"That's yours, right? Yeah, it's yours." The guy asked Carl about his gun. He flicks Carl's hat and looks around.

"Okay. Let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover." The guy says as the men move again but Abraham stops them.

"Hold up. We got it." He tell them.

"Sure, sure." The our group helps Maggie off of the stretcher. She looks worse now. Two men come over to and grab us. They pulled us over to the others and shove us to the ground. Abraham, Jay and Maggie sat further down from us as Rick stood there with Sasha, Carl and Aaron. Jay was shaking with fear.

"Gonna need you on your knees." The guy says to Rick. Eventually, Rick kneels with the rest of the guys.

"Dwight!" The guy calls out. Jesus.

"Yeah." Dwight says.

"Chop-chop." The guy says.

"Come on. You got people to meet." Dwight walks over to a van and opens the back doors. Daryl comes out bloody. Michonne, Rosita and Glenn come out too as they shove them to the ground.

"Daryl." I gasped. He was shot. He was in pain.

"Harley." He looks at me.

"On your knees!" Dwight yells.