Save Me

6. Succeed or Die

I felt it. This would be the day that I kill Negan. That I kill the Saviours. We would finally have the upper hand on them for once and show them what it feels like to lose what you love. The thoughts that raced through my mind were of Tara, I had to do this for her, for Denise.

It was early morning by the time the Saviours came.

Rick and everyone had left while Rosita and I stayed at Hilltop feigning that we wanted to help Dr Carson with finding more medical supplies for Maggie.

Jesus called from the lookout window at the top of the house, 'they're here!'.

Rosita and I snuck down and used the trapdoor by the fence which was hidden by a pile of logs and only Jesus knew about this.

Once we had climbed down and through the tunnel, we reached the outer walls of Hilltop.

From there, we could see three large white trucks approaching which looked as though they carried a couple men in each.

When the saviours had climbed out of their trucks and the gates were opened, people immediately started bringing out crates upon crates of food and weaponry.

I scowled at this with how much they were taking.

Hilltop was running low anyway and they took much more than the agreed half.

When the men were far enough away from the trucks, Rosita and I sprinted towards them.

As soon as we reached them, thinking they would be empty we jumped in and hid behind some boxes already in there.

Little did we know that we had company.

Rosita and I, hiding in the same truck, were crouched down with our guns out looking at each other.

Someone was there.

It must have been a Saviour, as we didn't recognise the voice, he had climbed in and was checking the boxes, leaving the ones at the back for last.

With every inch closer, my breathing became more and more rapid.

Rosita started to raise her gun in between the gap of two boxes, to try and get a clean shot.

I shook my head at her, then tapped my knife.

We had to be quiet about this, otherwise a gunshot would certainly bring all the Saviours to us and we would be royally fucked.

Looking through the gap, the man had set down his gun and was now rifling through the boxes a row in front of us.

This was it.

Rosita held out her hand to me, telling me to wait, then nodded.

She lept up and put the guy into a headlock, 'what the fu-' he tried to yell before she covered his mouth.

He was a small man, so we could take him but he struggled like hell.

I took one of the bottles of whisky and smashed it over his head, he was instantly knocked out.

I then slit his throat before dragging him to the back of the truck to hide the body.

Rosita covered the blood with boxes and made it look like the whisky had spilt by cutting open the box.

We didn't know how long the journey would be to their base but once we heard them roll down the doors.

No going back now.

It felt like hours had gone by, we must be close, there was no way that they could have tabs on our communities if they were any further out than this.