Find the arsenal, lock it down, win win. It was how Carol got the advantage with the Wolves, so we can do it too.

"Don't do anything stupid." Rick pointed to me.

"And miss out on an amazing opportunity to be with my dad and uncle? Of course not." I swatted my hand.

"Do as we say." He held his gun.

"Yes Officer Grimes."

Rick led the way inside the building with his gun up. It was silent, our footsteps and heavy breathing could easily be heard, almost unnervingly so.

"Remember the signal." Rick said as they came to a three-way hallway. "If someone gets inside, don't risk the noise. Just find the guns."

I nodded and I started to go left.

"Stay safe, don't get hurt." My dad said to me before he went forward.

My heart pounded as all I travelled up was ascending staircases, to nowhere but dead end corridors. Sweat collected at the corners of my eyes and the top of my forehead.

It was hard to admit in the silence, but I couldn't help but feel scared..not for myself but for everyone else. Find the guns, we win. We win, by finding the guns. It was a simple task yet so difficult in this gut wrenching scenery. It was building up like foam but was weak and threatened to spill out. I could not fail today, I won't allow my cloudy head to interfere with my ability to do what was best.

Room after room, I opened them and found nothing.

I opened another room and there was nothing, I went inside all the way just to make sure. I had to be missing something.

There were a few hand weapons, crowbars and whatever. But no guns.

I pressed my palm against my forehead, before I heard a faint click of a gun cocking behind me.

"Don't scream." A voice said. I didn't recognise it. "Turn around, 'little dixon'."

I turned around and was met with a Saviour, a gun towards my head. "That's your name yeah?"

I death glared him, I had to buy time to think of a plan to get this guy away.

"You here on your own? You're a young one to be on your own." He stepped closer and adjusted his gun in hand. "Nice gun you got there. It's mine now." He pointed to the rifle I was clutching. "Drop it. Nice and slow."

I huffed, and slowly took the strap off my shoulders.

"Drop it, then kick it towards me."

"Can't you get it yourself?" I asked gruffly.

He looked taken back for a second at my sudden speech, guard dropped for a second. "What did you s-?" He dropped his gun down a bit to look at me properly.

I kept my gun firmly in my grasp, lifting it up again to squeeze the trigger and shoot him in the stomach. He curled over, fingers went loose on his gun. I snatched it and threw it on the other side of the room. His hands went to his bleeding stomach, groaning in pain.

"You bitch!" He yelled and ran forward to tackle me. His hands grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the wall. My gun was ragged out my hands and pushed towards my collar bones, and digged in sharply.

"I'm not gonna be beaten.. by.. a bitch!" He pushed the side of the gun forward, trying to force it into my neck but I used all my strength the resist.

"Well there's a first time for everything." I kicked him between the legs. He coughed and almost hurled over again.

I hit him in his bullet wound, that now had no more pressure on it, and he dropped to his knees.

I whacked him with the bottom of my gun in his head hardly for good measure.

"Where's the arsenal?" I pressed onto his wound and all he spoke back with was a groan. "Where is it?! I'm not dumb." I yelled.

"No guns."

My heart dropped, he has to be lying.

"No guns little dixon."

LIAR.

The guns were here, Dwight said so himself. We weren't allowed to fail.

He had to be lying.

He somehow lunged at me, in hopes of disarming me. He pushed me into the corridor and I got up as quick as I could. He had a crowbar in hand that was in the room. He swung the crowbar. I dodged luckily. I whipped my first around and punched him in his temple blindly, and at the same time the crowbar flew into my vision before I could brace myself.

It hit me in the chest so hard I couldn't help but stumble and groan in pain. The Saviour slammed his boot into my side, and kicked me across the hallway.

"No guns!" He roared.

I breathed heavily, blinded by pain, anger, frustration, rage. It fueled me up and into my brain at different speeds. Running through my bloodstream and I ended up standing up without realising it, I coughed hoarsely and my head started to go blurry. "Don't fucking lie to me!"

"Why would I lie? Dixon."

"I can kill you as quick and make it painless, or as slow and make you suffer." I threatened.

"Maybe. But you're still as weak as your father when we broke him."

Immediately, my shivering body stood still, painful throat stopped stinging, cloudy head became like clear skies. All I heard was the trembling voice in the back of my head. The edge of my vision blurred, all I saw was him. And red.

Tunnel vision.

I pondered at his words for a second, only a second. I refused to waste time with meaningless consideration.

Had hand reached for the crowbar that he threw at me. In one motion I ran and swung it up to smash across his face, with all my strength and anger he has fulfilled me with.

I slightly heard the sound of bones breaking, slicing through the thick flesh. But it was all drowned out by the voice.

do it Lilia. do it.

come on.

do it.

He fell against the wall, sliding down because if the force or the hit. His back pressurised against it, the only stability he'll remember before his breathing got more laboured. But he was still conscious. And I didn't like that.

His eyes moved unsteadily, he moved them up to see who was menacingly waiting above him. The darkness of the hall stretched, as if a reaper was sucking it all out to stand over him, droplets of blood was the only colour visible.

The first blow was the most determined, the adrenaline powered it. The second one was filled with rage. Third with anger. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth.

I hit him again, in the same place. Harder each time.

Until it stopped. The adrenaline ran out. Colours went back to normal. Everything felt calm.

But only thing that stopped me from feeling calm was the dead, mutilated body on the ground.

I got my rifle back, took his gun. Dropped the crowbar, actually no, threw it. I couldn't bare to look at it.

I breathed heavily, chest feeling like it was going to explode.

When I fully turned away from his body, so brutally beaten that his head didn't look like a head anymore, I met the eyes with someone and my heart pounded even more.

Rick.

We just started at each other for a second, until he grunted and nodded over towards him, he opened his arm.

I squeezed my hands to stop them from shaking. I panted and ran over to Rick, and went into his arms and hugged him. I couldn't look at it anymore.

"You okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked after a moment of silence, letting me go and wiped the stray bits of blood on my collarbone.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I mumbled.

He nodded understandingly. "Come on, they ordered backup." He speeded off and I followed.

"Who did?" I ask as I ran beside him. We met up with my dad, he looked relieved to see me until he saw my face.

"What the hell happened?" He asked and looked at my face. "Why is there blood on your face?"

"I uhm-" I began. A spray of bullets shot past us. Dad grabbed me by the shoulders to pull me into the nearest doorway, quickly shielding us while Rick moved to the side.

I leaned around the door with my gun raised and began shooting the Saviours. We would run out of bullets if we kept aimlessly firing.

Rick whistled at us to get our attention, he then suddenly shot the fire extinguisher and a cloud of pressurised air fired white into the atmosphere. It allowed us to join Rick on the other side.

We eventually hear voices from downstairs.

"Teams of four! Sweep the offices!"

"Aaron?" Rick yelled.

"Rick!" Came the reply.

"Hi Aaron!" I yelled too.

"Lia?" the voice asked. "We're clear. They're all gone." The voice was closer, I peered round the corner and Aaron was there.

We followed Aaron outside, Rick lingered behind a bit to get something. We waited in the courtyard for him. When he game out he was holding a baby who was gargling happily.

"She was inside?" Tobin appeared.

"We have a stop to make, and Daryl is on his bike. Maybe she could go back with you or Scott..."

"She can go with me." Aaron spoke up.

I looked at him. "You sure?"

"I can, uh, t-take her to the Hilltop." He replied.

On our way out, Tobin mentioned that Eric had been shot and died before Aaron could help him. I couldn't imagine the pain who was going through right now, and now he had a baby to take care of.

"Aaron, you don't have to. It's okay if not." I said.

"Shell be safe there." Aaron replied.

"Aaron, you sure?" Rick asked.

"Eric and I were gonna go." Aaron said. "We were gonna go there after and update Maggie. So..that's what I'm gonna do. Please. I have to."

"Her name is Gracie." Rick told him and carefully handed her over to Aaron.

"Can you take this one home?" My dad asked to Tobin about me.

"But I wanna go with you guys." I turned back to my dad.

"No, you've done enough for today. You're lucky you came and not Carl." My dad replied and shook his head.

"You better be back soon. Or I'll find you myself." I agreed.

"We'll be quick." He said and I hugged him tightly.

"Love you dad."

"Love you too Lils."

I climbed into the front of Tobin's car, slouching down while doing so.

"You okay?" He asked.

I gave him a tired thumbs up. "Amazing."

"What happened back there?" He asked again. "You've got blood on your face, and you're cut."

I put down the mirror and looked at my reflection. I had dark circles, hair was messy, lip was cut and splashes of blood on my face, the cut on my collarbone wasn't that deep but I'm sure it'll eventually leave some sort of mark.

"Bumped into an asshole, that's all." I slammed the mirror back up and faced the window and rubbing my face.

After a moment of silence he perked up. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"Not much to say.. he just said something about my dad. It made me annoyed, then I.." I trailed off, not really wanting to talk about it.

"It's okay, everything will turn out alright." He replied.

The conversation continued all the way until we arrived back home to Alexandria. I climbed out the front seat and was greeted by the smiling face is my boyfriend. Carl ran up to me with a grin.

"Lils!" He laughed. "I'm so glad you're back."

"I said I'd be fine didn't I?" I asked and poked his cheek.

"You're lucky you were even allowed to go, my dad nearly freaked when I asked." He groaned.

"Aw is someone jealous?" I teased.

"Very funny." He grinned before his eyes noticed the blood. "Jeez, what happened?"

"Nothin' I'm good, I'll get it checked out later." I ignored it. "Whatcha been doin' without me?"

"Come on, I made dinner." He said, taking my hand and we made our way back to the house happily.

"Oh yes I'm starving." I gleamed at the sound of food.

"You had a bunch of eggs this morning!" He responded.

"I know, but I'm still hungry." I shrugged it off. "How's my favourite sister?"

"She's fine. Judith helped too, or more watched but she says she helped." He explained while we were walking inside the house.

"Li Li!" Shouted a familiar voice.

I ran to the island she was sat on. "Hello Judy. Miss me?"

"Miss you!" She giggled. "Made 'paghetti!"

"Our favourite! Did you do it all by yourself? I love yours and Carl's spaghetti." I asked and she looked at Carl with a grin and nodded.

"I'll dish it out, I have to run and go do something.." Carl spoke and he got the plates.

"Where you off to? I just go back." I asked and picked Judith up.

He explained his story, he was to go out into the woods to look for a guy they saw and accidentally scared off.

"I can't leave him out there to die.." He said. "I'll be back soon."

"Then let me come with you." I tried.

"Judith needs someone to watch her, and you should rest." He shook his head.

"Stay safe. If you're not back within a few hours I'm coming to find you." I stayed and he nodded.

"Yes ma'am." He fake saluted. "I'll see you later." He kissed my forehead. "See you later Judith." He squeezed his sister's cheek and she giggled, he went out the door swiftly.

"Now, who's hungry?" I asked with a fake shocked face.

"Meeee!" Judith raised her hand.

"Okay okay." I chuckled. I placed her in her chair. I took the plates of weirdly smelling Spaghetti and placed it in front of her.

"Nom noms!" She giggled.

"I'm gonna wash up first, okay?"

"Otay!" She mumbled as her mouth was full of the substance.

The smell of the Spaghetti immediately wafted back into my face, also making me feel nauseous, like I've been feeling all day and almost all week.

I hurriedly went up to the nearest bathroom, luckily the one in my room incase I needed anything.

The feeling of it welled up in my stomach, worrying about what has been up it caused me to double over and throw up, right into the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of worry over these past few weeks.

It was just worry though, right?

I looked up at my calendar that I kept, 4 weeks since my last..

Stop it Lilia you're overreacting.

Yeah, all this stress with Negan has obviously taken a toll on me.

I'm fine. I got up and looked into the mirror, cleaning my appearance up and also taking care of the wound on my collarbone. I then went back downstairs after cleaning myself up. Judith was playing with her food.

"Jude!"

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