Saved

XXXVII

They've attacked. Whoever they are, they attacked at the proper moment. Simon had been called here to discuss what to do about the Hilltop, since they had apparently teamed up with another group, but it had only been three days since the slaughter of our men, and already we were receiving word from Paula, the woman I had met at the Satellite Outpost, that most of the soldiers there had been murdered in their sleep, and only a few had managed to escape. Four, including her if I heard correctly, and another one had been captured by the men who attacked them. 

Paula said that they had captured two people, a woman named Maggie, and another woman named Rosita. I used to know a Maggie, but I highly doubt it's the same one. 

In any case, Negan is sending me and twenty men to retake the outpost, and resume the remaining Saviors. 

We were only about ten minutes away from the Slaughterhouse where Paula said they were hiding out, and I still hadn't been any humans, which either means the group we're after has already cleared out, or they don't have sentries, which is stupid, but they could be stupid. 

"Alright guys. So the Slaughterhouse has four entrances, we're going to split up into groups of four, one to each entrance, and I'll lead the group going in through the side door, since that is the one they'd be able to see if they ran here from the Outpost. Understand?" I asked, looking back in my seat at the men who had all piled into the shuttle bus we had stolen. It used to say 'Washington D.C. Baptist Group' on it, but we had spray painted over it to say 'The Saviors'. Kind of cheesy, but Negan does Negan. 

Once we arrived, we all piled out, guns up, but there wasn't a sound coming from anywhere, and I had the sinking feeling that we were too late. The men split up into their groups, and I led mine around the side to the door facing the Outpost. One of the men kicked it in, and I choked at what I found right inside the door. 

One of our men, he had to be because we was bound and the ones we had captured were women, had been shot through the head, executioner style, and was laying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. 

I let out a sigh, and put my gun down. 

"We're too late. Clear the building just in case. Any walkers you find put them down. If you find any of our people, bring them out here to be buried. The walkers we will have some slaves clear out later." I ordered, and one of the men nodded and relayed my orders into a walkie-talkie to the other groups, and then I walked back outside. 

I took in a deep breath, and looked around. The landscape here is gorgeous, of course. It is Virginia, and it is fall. But god. It was almost completely ruined by the smells leaking out of the pores of this place. 

It didn't take long for the men to bring out the five bodies. Paula had been turned into a walker, but the men said she was put down again before they found her, so at least one person in the group has a soul. The man, who one of the men in our group informed me was Donnie, had been zombified and was eating on one of the other corpses when they found them, a woman who was also one of ours but the men didn't know her name. The third woman, had been shot multiple times, and was dead but didn't turn. This had to be the work of the women who were taken captive. The killings were too spread out. They had been taken by surprise, and if a large group had made it in here, they would have fought back as a group, not separated as they were.