Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Drums of War

My eyes quickly opened and I looked around in a panic. Everyone was running around, the Saviors really were here. I could hear baby Gracie crying as Enid quickly carried her out of the building. "Everyone ready?" Enid called out. "Back door, let's go. Now!"

"Hey!" I called out. "Let me out!" People glanced over at me for a moment and rushed towards the back door. "HEY! YA CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME HERE! LET ME OUT! HEY!" I slammed my fists against the cage door with anger. "LET ME THR FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW!"

"MICHAEWA!" Elijah cried. "WE GOTTA HELP MICHAEWA!"

"No." Enid sighed.

"What about Gregory?" Kal asked.

"He's still inside. Let the Saviors have them."

"This wasn't part of the plan. The plan was to-"

"I know what the plan is, but Maggie left me in charge of Hilltop, told me to keep everyone safe. They're just unwanted baggage."

"I HEARD THAT!" I snapped. "AND I'LL SHOW YA BAGGAGE WHEN I BEAT YOUR ASS AND STUFF YA IN A FUCKIN' BAG! NOW, LET ME THE FUCK OUT!"

"Why? So you can run off to Negan? Betray us? Betray Daryl?" Enid scoffed. "We're done with your bullshit, Michaela. If the Saviors want you so bad, they can have you."

"Let. Me. Out."

"Goodbye, Michaela."

"GODDAMN IT! KET ME OUT, ENID!" Enid ignored me and she and everyone else ran for the back door. Elijah stared at me, tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't want to leave me, but Kal lifted him into his arms and carried him out. "YOU'RE DEAD, ENID! YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD!" I frantically began to pace around the cage, hoping to find a weak spot, but there wasn't one. Damn these Hilltop colonists and their construction skills.

"FUCK!" I cried. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"You've got a mouth on ya, you know that?" I quickly turned around and my eyes instantly landed on Abraham, who simply smiled back. "Hey, Monster." Abraham sighed. "Well, ya got what ya wanted. Ya made a decision. Well, one was made for ya, at least."

"I didn't want this!"

"So, ya chose Daryl?"

"I meant that I didn't want to be forced into a decision, left in a fuckin' cage do be hand delivered to Negan, or possibly killed."

"So, ya chose Negan?"

"Abraham!"

"Hey, ya asked for help."

"Yeah, but I didn't expect 'em to send Yosemite Sam, the hootinest, tootinest, asshole in the Wild West."

"Ya watched way too much cartoons as a kid." Abraham chuckled.

"Man, fuck you!"

"That's the thanks I get? Your boyfriend bashes my fuckin' dome in, and all I get is a 'fuck you'?"

"Abraham-"

"You watched us die, Michaela." Glenn said from behind me, causing me to jump. "You watched what Negan did to us, and you turned your back on our people to be with Negan."

"It wasn't like that, Glenn."

"That's what it looks like, to me."

"Negan was there for me. He saved me."