Daughter of a Dixon ✔️

103: Justice

When the nighttime fully rolled around, and the sound of horns blaring off in the distance filled the air, everyone knew it was go time. The Saviors were coming, and that time, we would be ready. We had taken every measure possible to ensure our protection and that we had the upper-hand.

I was positioned on top of the wall with a few others, my gun aimed and ready to fire. We didn't have to wait long before several, large trucks rolled up to the community, obviously aiming to barrel right through our gates. Thanks to the spikes we had deployed in the road, though, they weren't able to do that.

They were forced to stop a good ways from our gate, and I watched as Simon emerged from the front truck, and commanded two of the Saviors to remove the spikes from the road. Then, he put his walkie-talkie to his ear, and I realized that Maggie must've been talking to him through it.

Scanning the plethora of approaching Saviors, I began searching for the man of the hour himself, but I came up empty-handed. Negan was nowhere to be seen, and I honestly didn't know how to interpret that. I'd thought that, with the big show the Saviors were making that night, he definitely would've wanted to see it first hand.

Although, I still had hoped that it all wouldn't end in a fight. Maggie had taken thirty-eight Saviors refuge at the Hilltop, which I was extremely proud of her for, and was going to use them as leverage so maybe, just maybe, the remaining Saviors would leave us alone. But, we all know how those sorts of things work out for us; they usually don't.

I watched Simon for a few minutes, and when he began waving his arms wildly, commanding his people to get into their trucks, I didn't know whether to feel relieved or nervous. I hoped they were leaving, but by the way Simon's face was practically beaming with excitement, I had a feeling I was wrong.

Although, it didn't matter whether they were leaving or coming.

In the next second, Dad had arrived on his motorcycle, and was lighting the night sky with bullets.

I secretly smiled to myself, and pressed my gun to my cheek, waiting to fire on Maggie's signal. A few people down below opened the gate for Dad, and he slid inside quickly, knowing that the Saviors' trucks were right on his tail. The gate wouldn't be closed in time to stop the trucks, but thankfully, we were prepared for that, too.

The first truck made it inside the gates, but before it could enter too far into the community, a yellow school was driven in front of it to block its path. The truck crashed into it, and immediately after, the air was filled with Maggie's call of, "now!"

Bullets illuminated the night from every direction, some raining down from above, like mine and a few others were, and more coming in from the sides. Pure Hell was being unleashed on the people that had hurt us, and even I had to admit, sweet revenge felt oh, so nice.

For minutes it went on like that, fighting fire with fire, and then, I felt Alex, who was beside me, grab my arm.

"Hey, Maggie gave the signal, time to hit the lights," he said, and I gave an adamant nod.

I then turned my attention, instead of firing at the Saviors, to fire at the headlights on their cars, the only source of light that made them able to see. It was all apart of the plan, and it was a brilliant one at that.

When all the lights were dimmed, it was completely dark outside, and Alex, the others up on the wall, and myself, lied down in order to prevent being seen. If I squinted, I could catch the shadows of the Saviors roaming around the community, looking around wildly for any signs of us. The night had turned deadly silent, and it almost sent an eerie shiver up my spine. It seemed as if the Saviors were splitting into three groups, like they were planning to surround the community.