Living with the Dead.(twd)

We're all Negan. (174)

RICK'S POV.

I run from the compound, leaving our prey for dead. Each of them have slit throats or a bullet in their head. Things went wrong half way through the plan but we made it work.

"I gave Carol the other walkie-talkie." Daryl grunts as he runs down the hall with me.
The others are ahead of us, already outside.
I pass it over to Daryl.
"Check up on them."
"Wait till we're out." He suggests and I nod.

We run together down the narrow corridors, turning corners and putting down stray walkers. They only turned moments ago, the blood pooling from their necks is an obvious give away.

"The door is up ahead." Daryl points out. We sprint harder until the large metal door is shoved open by Daryl. The sun is only now rising but after being in a dark building for so long, the light is blinding.

Everyone is gathered outside waiting for us. When we reach them Daryl grabs the walkie talkie and puts it near his mouth, pressing down on the side button.

Suddenly a loud roaring engine erupts our silence. Daryl's motorbike speeds past us and Daryl has dropped the walkie-talkie and sprints behind the bike. The man on the bike must have slipped past us inside, but surely he won't survive Daryl.

The man on the bike nervously looks behind him to see how close Daryl has gotten but his hands wobble making the bike shiver and quake until it falls on the ground and Daryl is on top of the guy, dragging him back to us by the scruff of his shirt.

The man struggles to break free of Daryl's grasp but he fails.
"How did you get by us?" I ask once he's thrown on the ground next to us.
"I hid in the basement." He cries.
I look up to the group. 
"What do you wanna do with him?" I ask them.
"Only one thing to do. The asshole has seen too much and he stole my bike." Daryl grunts.
"Where did you get the bike?" He barks.
"I just found it in the basement, I swear." The stranger defends.
"Bullshit!" Daryl calls him out.
I look up to Glenn in the group for a suggestion on what to do. He looks at the man and then to Daryl, then me. He nods.

I pull the man up by his collar and take out my gun from its holster.
"STOP!" Someone shouts from behind us.
I spin around with my gun pointed forward but nobody is there.
It sounded like a female voice.
"You really don't want to kill him." The voice calls again.

Then I notice the walkie talkie dropped on the ground.  I walk over to it and pick it up, looking at my far away surroundings.

What's going on? Why does this woman have the other walkie talkie. We gave it to Maggie before we left.

"Why?" I speak into the walkie talkie.
"Well, I have four reasons." The woman explains.
"Which are...?" I encourage.
Just then a bright red flare shoot into the sky lighting up our surroundings for only a matter of seconds but those few seconds pull me into a state of pure panic. We gave the flare to the girls incase something went wrong.

"Maggie!" Glenn panics.
"We have a Carol, Maggie, Jenna and Madison here. I'm presuming these girls mean a lot too you?" She guesses.
"Don't touch them." I bark.
"As long as you leave our friend alone. Let him walk." She bargains.
"Let ours go first."
"Sorry, but I have a little bit of trouble trusting you after you killed all my friends inside the compound. So no, they walk when ours is let go." She arranges.

I sigh in frustration.
"I want proof that they're really there with you." I demand.
"Fine." She sighs.
We wait for the sound of their voices, letting us know they're still alive.
"Rick? It's me Carol, I'm oka-"
She's cut off.
"It's Maggie here."
No more is said as the walkie talkie is handed into the next person.
"Rick! Please help!" Jenna cries.