Devastation
By Althea M
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Chapter 1
I heard Maggie scream my name. My time had come and this man was going to snuff me out with that vicious bat he called 'Lucille'. There was nothing I could do; I was frozen in place, not resigned to my fate but finding no way to escape it.
Then, as he raised his gruesome bat to swing, he did a turn that looked like a cross between a ballerina and a Japanese sword fighter. Bat held high, elbows tucked close to his head, he spun to his right, took two long strides, and then Maggie's screams were silenced.
I gaped. I'd expected to die, not my Maggie, not today. She carried my baby. I was willing to die if it kept her safe for a little while longer. As he pounded viciously I knew my future went with her. This wasn't happening, not my lovely Maggie.
When I came back to myself, I was going to leap for his throat, but felt pressure on my shoulders by one of his goons who shoved me to the ground and put his foot on my back. But I could see what he did to my Maggie.
Finally, he stopped. He said something, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears and the sound of that bat as it had obliterated Maggie's life. I knew I'd hear that sound for the rest of my life. I couldn't think. I couldn't move and then I could. Negan and his men were moving away and his goon had taken his foot off my back.
I crawled to Maggie's body, and the tears flowed. "I'm so sorry, Maggie. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you. Oh, Maggie."
I don't remember being transported to Hilltop. I recalled Daryl needed to be seen for the bullet in his shoulder. They were going to take Maggie's body off the RV, but I wouldn't let them. "She will be buried in Alexandria." I wanted to say, 'where she would have raised our family', but I broke down again and could only weep.
I'm told that on the way back to the Safe Zone, 'Ha! Like there will ever be a 'safe zone'', that I suffered some kind of break. I kept saying I wanted to see Maggie's face once more, before we buried her. All I remember hearing is 'Don't Glenn, don't, you don't want to do that, Glenn'. But I did want to do that, I wanted to see her lovely face one more time. There must have been some kind of struggle. I don't remember. Only that her body was laid in a hole, wrapped in a sheet, and I think I shoveled the first load of dirt into the hole.
I had a lot of blank days after that, for several days. Each of my family would come and talk to me as I sat it the room that Maggie and I had shared, trying to coax me out into life again. But, I ate little and said less. My anchor and my joy had been destroyed.
I knew, somehow, that I needed to do something. But not right now. Not right now.