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Scratches And Scars • D. Dixon

| THE SAME BOAT | Chapter 80

: Everyone Is Negan :

The alarmed blared in the background and Maggie looked to the elderly woman who glared at the pregnant woman

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The alarmed blared in the background and Maggie looked to the elderly woman who glared at the pregnant woman. "We need to help them." Maggie stated and ran away, snarls were in her way, her knife slicing through the dead material of bone and flesh.

"You are staying here." Carol told her, Maggie taking in the silence and that's when they heard rustling and Carol pulled out her gun, seeing a man drawing his own weapon.

She aimed for his arm and Carol fired. "Damn it, Maggie, let's go!" Carol yelled at her and Maggie held her gun at the man's head.

"Not until it's done." She told her and clicked her hammer, only for a woman to appear.

"Stop! Or she's dead." The woman stated and placed the gun over Carols head. "Guns, knives on the ground right now." She stated and Maggie did as she was told.

"Nice jacket." An elderly woman mumbled.

"For a murderous bitch." Another stated.

"Well, we'll take it off her before we shoot her." The first woman stated and Carol took of her weapons as well.

Maggie and Carol gave each other a look and by morning a woman looked through his binoculars. "It ain't on there right, I can feel it. It ain't stopping." The man stated.

"I'm getting it tighter. Jesus, give me a second." She grumbled.

"Son of a bitch, you're cutting off my circulation." The man whined.

"Well, sport, it's supposed to." She growled.

"What the hell was that?" The other asked and showed off Rick holding his gun at the man's face.

"It's Primo. Damn it, they've got him. Give me the walkie." She told him.

"Babe, what's happening?" The man asked, doing what he was told.

"Lower your gun, prick. You, with the Colt Python. All of you, lower your weapons right now." She stated and pushed off the button as her eyes landed on the woman who was covered in bite marks.

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

"How many we got?" The woman asked.

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