What Happens Next

Under Attack

My dad brought me out of my trailer.  Looking around, people were kneeled down in the grass.  Even the original leader Gregory.  I lifted my head up high as my dad kept his hand on my back as we walked over.

When looking around, I looked for Maggie.  Either they killed her, she escaped or was hiding.  I closed my eyes, thinking the worse.

This, was my fault.  No matter the lies someone was to tell me.  I was the one who told the gate guard to open the gates.

I looked down and closed my eyes, "ok all you little shits!  You all obviously don't listen.  So I'm going to make this real clear for you all.  No matter what I have to do."  My dad says looking down at everyone as a smile grew on his face.  "Who wants to demonstrate how fucking serious I most fucking am?!"  He laughed swinging the bat around as he looked around.

I took deep breaths, looking around a the line of people, some crying.  "Please, Negan.  I can get them back in line.  No one has to-"  Gregory says with my dad stopping him, "obviously fucking not!"  My dad yells looking at him, "I gave you that fucking chance Gregory and you were a lying piece shit!  You said over half the bastards at the first fight was yours.  Maybe I should pick you for being a little piece of dick!"  He laughs.

"Dad!"  I yell looking at him, "no one needs to die.  You're just making shit worse for you."  I say looking at him, "I'm trying to finish this before more people die.  You're people, and mine.  This is the best way to do it."  My dad says with his usual smirk.  "Not if you're going to kill Gregory.  No one gives a shit about him.  He's just the man who started the community.  The coward.  If you're going to kill anyone, kill someone who's actually important to people."  I say, it went quiet for a minute as my father looked around, "like me."

"You're shitting me right?  You're carrying a human being and you just told me to kill you?  You're my daughter and you expect me to kill you?"
"Me being pregnant doesn't make anything different.  Pregnant people always die because of assholes.  I'm just another person.  I'm no one too important.  Glenn has other family members, his wife, unborn child.  Carl has other family.  His father, his little sister.  Michonne."
"And you're holding his kid."
"There's other women in the world.  He could have another."

I held my head up high still.  My dad glared at me, hating every word that slipped out of my mouth.

Gun shots fired.  I ran behind a building and took deep breaths.  I looked over around the corner as I took my pistol out and shot at the saviors.

As I shot at the men and women.  An arm went around my neck and a gun put to my head, "drop the gun, now."  The man growls as he cocked the gun.  I dropped my gun as I stared forward, "you said you're willing to die for these people, well, let's see how willing they are to die for you."  He chuckles as he drags me out.

When we came from around the corner, I saw all my people coming inside and by the gates.  I closed my eyes, unable too look them in the eye.  "I got her.  She said she'd die for you, but would you die for her?!"  The man says loudly to the people walking in the gates.

I opened my eyes and saw Carl.  He held his gun tightly wanting to shoot in my direction at the man behind me.  I saw Rick holding Carl back trying to keep him relaxed, but he wouldn't.

"I suggest you all put your guns down and surrender now, before I blow her brains out."  The man says.  I looked at the large group of people as they all looked around and then to Rick.

His words meant nothing.  He'd be tortured and killed for killing me.  He shows his balls for saying it.

I closed my eyes again as I heard some guns hitting the ground.  "That's enough dumb ass Albert."  My dad says coming up as I felt the gun get put down and his arm from around my neck be removed.

I looked back at my dad as he approached.  I looked down as I looked to Carl.  "Are you all going to back down yet?  You guys aren't going to win.  There's no point on continuing this useless fight.  Just give me half your shit, and it'll work out perfectly!"  My dad smiles to them.

I looked to them.  Rick and I stared at each other.  I shook my head slowly.  'Keep fighting,'  went through my mind.  We've gone this far and lost many good people.  We couldn't back down now.  We can't back down now.

We kept staring at each other, I waited for the gunfire to start.  I closed my eyes and waited.  "Come on Rick!"  My dad smiled.  I opened my eyes and looked to Rick and nodded once.  He nodded back as gun fire started.  "Son of dick!" My father yelled.

I started to run when my arm was grabbed and pulled the other way.  My dad was pulling me to the side of a building as we hid behind a house.  I looked at my dad as he picked up my dropped gun and shot at the people.  "Dad!  Can't we stop this and just live as one?!"  I yell over the gun fire as I took deep breaths as I leaned on the wall, putting both my hands on my stomach.  "No.  These bastards are too much.  I want them all dead!"  He yelled as he continued to shoot.

I slid down the wall as I  leaned my head back and took deep breaths.  "Wh-what's wrong?"  My dad stopped shooting and looked back to me, "are you in labor?"  He asks not knowing, never being through the situation.

I took deep breaths and shook my head, "n-no.. I.. I don't know.." I say softly, leaning my head back and closed my eyes.  "Stop the fight.." I say softly, "with what?  Want me to bang around some damn pots?"

I struggled to stand up, pushing myself up and leaning on the wall, "what're you doing?!"  He yells seeing me, "I have an air horn in my bag.." I say as I stood up away from the wall.  "Jesus fuck."  He says and uses himself to guard me from bullets.  In view, we went around a trailer and into mine.  I grabbed an air horn from my bag and tossed it to him.

Gun fire slowly stopped.  Everyone froze as my dad stood by the door.  I fell to the ground in pain when the air horn stopped.  It was dead silent.  No one spoke a word.  People barley moved a muscle.