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Chapter Forty-Three

Meadow Fletcher's POV
A MONTH LATER

MY hammer hit against the nail. I pulled the board back, making sure it was sturdy and not loose. The board stayed, there was a tap on my back and I turned around. Henry was holding a blue water cooler, he handed me a metal cup, "No thanks, Henry, maybe next time around." I handed him the cup back, "You said that three times already, just one?" I grinned, taking the cup and filling it with water. I tipped my head back, drinking the water and handing Henry the cup back. "Thank you." Henry nodded his head, going back to doing what he was doing. 

I turned back around, finishing what I had to do. "Hey!" I heard Henry yell, I turned back around to see Henry on the ground and a much broader man, Turner, holding the blue water cooler. My eyes narrowed as I set my hammer down, rolling up my sleeves. Henry took his stick, knocking the man down and taking the water cooler back. "Hey, it's alright, I was knocked on my ass by a kid before too. When I was six." The other man laughed in his face. Turner went after Henry. I walked a bit faster, grabbing Turner's shirt and pulling him back, "He's just doing his job, leave him alone!" I yelled. Turner went to hit me and I dodged him, punching him square in the face. All of the men on the job was laughing at Turner. Turner fell back on the sand. 

Turner got back up, swinging full speed ahead. I dodged yet again, kicking Turner on the back of the knee and my elbow connected with his back. He groaned falling down. A circle surrounded us, "Give it up, man, she'll kill you!" "He's getting beat up by a girl!" The men laughed. Turner got back up, his face was red, a vein clearly visible on his neck. He was bigger than me. I got into a fighting stance. Turner's fist clashed into the side of my face, I stumbled back, holding my cheek. Blood was filling my mouth, I glared at Turner.

"You stupid bitch!" He yelled, my eyes narrowed. I stood up straight, going back into my fighting stance and spitting the blood out of my mouth. He glared at me. All of the men went silent. My nose twitched, "Hit me, again." I said, "Do it." Turner swung full speed at me, I kicked him off his feet. "Meadow! Stop!" I heard Rick yell, he was pushing through the crowd. I got on top of Turner, my fist colliding with his face over and over again. 

I was pulled off of Turner. He groaned, his head moving back and forth, groggily. I got out of Rick and Alden's grasp, spitting more blood out of my mouth. Enid was rushing over with a medical bag as I was walking away.

"I can't work with them. Especially Turner." Carl was treating the wound on my cheek, he dabbed a bit of rubbing alcohol on it. I didn't react to it. "So you beat him up?" Rick asked. "He was gonna attack Henry. That's the only reason why I did it." "I agree with, Meadow." Carol spoke up, "They should go back." "We can't afford that, six Saviors have already walked off." 

"Then I'm working lumber with Aaron and Daryl." "Fine by me." 

I tugged on the rope, pulling a huge log. Aaron pushed the log and another Savior pulled the rope with me. We heard growling in the distance, Daryl stopped chopping the log and went to go investigate it. I let out a huge puff of air, pulling the log again. I pulled harder, the log was almost on and "Herd!" Daryl yelled. Fred turned around, shaking his head, "Keep pulling! It's almost done!" I yelled. "Hell nah, I need to go!" He let go of the rope. "No!" I yelled, tugging harder on the rope. Fred jumped down. I lost my grip. The log fell down and Aaron yelled. The walkers came closer.

I jumped down, fending off the walkers. Daryl picked up the log and I helped Aaron up. Aaron looked at his arm, his bone was clearly showing. He cried out in pain. Daryl dropped the log, taking Aaron from my grasp. A bunch of the others showed up, taking down the walkers with us. 

I sat at the fire with Carl that night, "He'll be all right." I nodded my head, staring at the fire, "We were almost done and that coward let go-" "He'll be alright." I looked at Carl, "Yeah." I sat up, cracking my back. Carl looked over at me, "Your mom gave birth last night." "I know, I already got the message," I grinned, "It's a boy. Isaac Fletcher." 

Carl wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into a hug. His hand squeezing my shoulder, "I'm heading back after the bridge is built," I whispered, "I'll see them then." Carl grinned, "Good."

"I know we haven't really talked much but, I'm sorry for everything I have done to you. You don't have to forgive me now, I don't expect you to." 

"You were forgiven the moment you stayed."