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Chapter Thirty-Eight

MEADOW FLETCHER'S POV

THE gates creaked open, Hilltop was already at work. I limped towards the house steps, my leg was in pain. My face was covered in black soot. I breathed heavily, sitting on the house steps and ripping my pant leg, it revealed a bullet wound. I bit my lip heavily, rummaging through the bag, taking the rubbing alcohol out. Carl watched, "Let me help." I shook my head, beads of sweat fell off of my face, "Meadow stop being a hardass." Carl said, ripping the bottle out of my hands.

I glared at him, "I'm the hardass?" I challenged. He nodded, bending down on a knee and looking at my leg, he turned it, "The bullet went through." "Could've told you that one." His eye narrowed, "This is gonna hurt," He dumped a bit of the rubbing alcohol on my wound. I cursed, covering my mouth. Tears stinging my eyes. "I'm sorry." His face softened, "Keep doing it." I seethed, my eyes were closed. 

The wound felt like it was on fire. I kept my mouth shut, forcing myself to go through the pain. Carl wrapped my leg with a bandage, a bunch of gauze underneath, "This'll have to do for now." I nodded my head, wiping the sweat off my forehead, "This was your father." I heard my mother speak, "I can tell, any other Savior would have shot you in the head." 

I sat behind a metal barrier. I was the sniper for this fight. My leg pain was still there but it was more like a pinch at this point, my limp was already getting better. I was waiting for the signal. I aimed my sniper towards the road, watching the headlights come closer. Jerry waved his arm, signaling Maggie. "Here we go." I whispered, loading my sniper and cocking it. I felt my heartbeat. The engines rumbled.

I brought the walkie talkie to my lips once I saw the trucks stopped, "Negan. I wanna talk to Negan." The walkie talkie crackled, "Well, hello there. You are speaking to Negan, but my birth certificate says "Simon.". With whom do I have the distinct displeasure of speaking?" I clicked the button, "Meadow. Meadow Fletcher. The Warrior." The walkie talkie crackled, "Well, then. Hello again, Orphan Fletcher, and allow me to offer my condolences. For what's happened and what's about to happen. In case it's not already plain as Hilltop potatoes, yours truly is speaking on behalf of Negan this go 'round and I assure you that the man himself personally received your care package next day delivery. I noticed it was the box that I gave The Widow in good faith. Tricks on me. But the bills come due, and you and your people are gonna have to pay. Quite dearly, I'm afraid."

I grinned, clicking the button, "Your thirty-eight people are alive and breathing. Turn around and leave us be, then they will stay that way." I looked over at Carl, he brought the prisoner through the door.

"But if you don't, I have thirty-eight bullets that I will personally fire into all thirty-eight." I handed the walkie talkie over to the prisoner, his name was Alden, I clicked the button, "It's too nice a night to spend it dyin' slow, don't you think, Simon?" It was quiet for a bit, I brought it back to my lips, "So, how's this gonna go?" 

The walkie talkie crackled, "Well, Meadow Fletcher, this is highly regrettable but the way I see it, the Saviors you're in possession of there are damaged goods. You know, they've got themselves into their own pickle, and this organization prizes those who, "A," avoid capture and, "B," figure their own shit out when said outcome eventuates. Which, in this end, is my way of saying screw them."

I gave Alden an apologetic look, he shook his head, "Should've known." Carl opened the door, Alden held his head low, walking back in, "See you after, Carl." "See ya."

I looked through my scope. Gunshots roared through the air, it was Daryl. The gate opened and Daryl went through. A truck following him. Quickly the yellow bus was moved and collided with the truck. "Now!" I yelled. Bullets began ricocheting everywhere. I sniped a few Saviors in the back of the trunk. The Saviors pushed in, "Lookouts, fall back! Front line, give 'em cover!" I yelled. Arrows flew.

I shot the first light, everyone else followed. The lights got shot out extremely quickly. It was pitch black. There were no bullets. It was quiet and dark. I watched the yard, I saw the Saviors sneaking about. Simon began whistling. As soon as he got to the point, I gave the signal. The lights turned on, shining down on the Saviors. We began to open fire. 

The Saviors began to retreat. More lights turning on, more bullets flying in the air. The engines starting. I threw my sniper on the ground, jumping from the balcony and sliding down the banister. I limped towards the gate, shooting my pistol at the trucks that were speeding away, Maggie and Rick joining me.

Our guns clicked. The Saviors that were alive were gone. "I wanted them dead." Maggie seethed through her teeth, "All of them. Negan most of all." "Yeah. Me too." 

"Did you see him?" I asked Rick. "He wasn't here. I saw him out there. I broke away and tried to kill him." Rick breathed heavily, "I didn't, but I tried." Maggie sniffled, looking over at Rick, "Thank you."

The walkers banged against the Hilltop wall. The air still smelled like gunpowder with a mix of rotting flesh. I limped into the infirmary, a skinnier man stood at the counter, he had black hair. He turned around, looking at my leg, "From the fight?" "One of them." I joked, he chuckled, beckoning for me to sit on the chair, "Pull your pant leg up for me. I'm Siddiq, by the way." "Meadow," I pulled my pant leg up, removing the bandage. The wound looked way better than before, it looked like it was starting to close up. Siddiq looked at it, examining. "You did a good job cleaning and wrapping it. Some antibiotics and another bandage for a week should do you good." Siddiq cleaned it out with rubbing alcohol, he began walking over to the cabinet, "Use the medicine for someone else, it's not infected. I can just keep cleaning it." Siddiq nodded his head, "Okay."

Judith laid in her sleeping bag, sleeping soundly, soft snores leaving her lips. I wrapped my leg. My limping was still there. The pain was gone. I pulled myself up, looking over at Carl. He was attempting to wrap his bandage, a cluster of curse words fell out of his mouth when the gauze fell, "Let me help." He shrugged his shoulder, looking down. Carl turned around his hair was in his face. He handed me the bandage and the gauze. 

I took the items from his hands, lifting his head up. His hair was still in the way of his eye. Tears welled up in his eyes as he shook his head, "I should go ask Michonne." "N-No." I brought my hand to the hair, brushing it away. It revealed a divot in his face. His eye was completely gone. I studied it. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

I looked at him, extremely confused, "For what?" "Showing you this." I looked at him for a bit longer. I leaned in, pressing a gentle, yet sincere kiss underneath the divot, "I think, it adds character. I like it." I whispered. He was shocked, I grinned at him. Carl's cheeks turned red. "Let's get you ban-" "Not tonight." A smile grew on his face, he lips pecking mine. "Thank you, Mi." I placed the bandages and gauze on the chair that sat in the corner of the room.

A scream emitted from directly outside of the room. Carl looked at Judith, quickly picking her up. I heard gunfire ricocheting from outside of the room. Judith whimpered, "Stay here with Judy, I'll be back."

I ran out of the room, slamming the door shut. I was greeted by a walker, pushing itself on me. I yelled as I pushed it away. Slamming it's head against the bookcase over and over again. The blood splattering all over my face. The screaming got louder. I ran down the stairs, walkers groaned. I kicked a walker into the wall, it fell, groaning still. I yelled, bringing my bad leg up and forcing it into the walker's skull over and over again. It was excruciatingly painful.

The groaning died down, the gunfire died down. I panted heavily. About to sit down.

"The prisoners escaped!"