𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{19} Reality

"Either way- he's gone"

•••

About two hours had passed. And there had been no sign of Negan. Brooklyn had of course remained in the meeting room, keeping the promise that she'd made to end this war by engaging in the conversations with the other saviours.

Much to her disliking, Simon had proclaimed himself in charge and was babbling on like he owned the place. This was starting to annoy the girl and to add to that- they were still saying how there was a slim chance that Negan was still alive. But of course, Brooklyn was in denial.

No he isn't? He can't be. Did they even see the mess out there? He either got shot or ripped apart by the horde of roamers. There was no escaping that.

But as more time went on, Brooklyn didn't know if she still had the strength in her to talk tactics. All she felt like she needed to do was slip out in to her room and cry for hours. And as much as she wanted that, the girl had told herself countless times that she wasn't going to stop until the job was done.

"So, Brooklyn, I know this whole situation is hard for you but-"

Refusing to let anymore tears roll, Brooklyn interrupted the man, narrowing her eyes at him as she shot up from her seat. "Listen Simon, I don't need your sympathy, ok?! Yup, I get it, the guy who I cared for most in this shitty world is dead, and all I care about now is murdering the bastard who did that!" She exhaled a long sigh, "so, as hard as it is for me? I'm not going to rest until Rick Grimes is dead!"

Everyone fell silent, the tension building up by the second. Arat placed her hands on her hips and stepped forward, "she's right. It's been ages and it's not looking good for the boss... so- I think we should listen to Brooklyn."

Gavin nodded, "Yeah."

Brooklyn smiled, grateful that these people looked up to her as a leader, "thank you." She glanced at each one of them reassuringly with the tilt of her head, "Well I guess the first thing is that we all know that the roamers building up out there is starting to get bad, and since those pricks cut out our power, we can't go outside to fix 'em. So, we need to find a logical way to lure those undead corpses out of the courtyard so that we can start regaining our supplies back, because otherwise, people are going to start complaining."

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, pondering on different ideas, "I also know that there was an exchange today. The south outpost was meant to deliver supplies a couple hours ago, so I'm guessing that the shit out there is to damn dangerous for them to approach."

As if to question her knowledge, Simon trudged over, a frown on his lips, "how'd you know all that?"

"Negan, he-" Brooklyn squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing a sharp breath, "he told me this morning about the exchange."

It was silent for a moment before Regina decided to chime in, "we need someone to go downstairs and check on the workers, make sure they're ok."

Maybe some time to walk and think about everything for a moment would help Brooklyn, and so she chose to volunteer, "I need you guys to stay here and plan how we're gonna get out of this shit." She told them, "I'll go downstairs and check on them all."

The saviours agreed and allowed the girl to walk out. Walking down the hallways felt so odd and knowing that Negan was gone made it feel empty, as if there was a huge chunk of the sanctuary missing.

How would the civilians and the other saviours deal with it though? That's what Brooklyn was worried about. Would they kick off? Riot? Break rules? It all seemed like a possibility, but before making any assumptions, she had to check it all out for herself.