"We have trouble at one of the post, take your sweet ass over there, kick ass and bring that sweet ass of yours back so I can smack it."

Chris growls, ignoring the crass comment Negan echoed through her earphone; she tugs it out and increases the speed of her motorcycle. The degrading relationship between Negan and her wasn't entirely ideal or healthy, she had a soft spot for the disgusting pig but she could do much better considering her skill set. She saw the flickering bolts of light coming out of the various chambers being lit into the small remote location, dirty scavengers always finding their way inside this hell hole.

She rides her motorcycle along a board leaning against an old pickup and crashes through the large window of the worn down store. Chris flips off the cycle and yanks out her Garrote, she wraps around the neck of one of the unwanted guests and uses her shoulder to break his neck "Hey boys," a sinister smile splayed on her lips. The bullets whiz pass her blonde, curly mop, she ducks and drops the limb body, Chris runs across the large crates and flips over, her hands finding the batons strapped against her thick thighs.

Executing her landing, Chris smashes one of the men in the leg, the sound of bone cracking as the black metal collides shatters every bone. She spins on her left leg and kicks a man down, her hair whipping with the fluidity of her physique; it seems the room was spinning in circles as Chris brutally beat these two men that sandwiched her.

Black and blue, the men fall to the ground. Lastly, the final scavenger had advanced to the door in an attempt to escape, "I don't think so," Chris grunts, the counter shakes as her weight pounds against the topside; she runs on the short length counter and jumps. Her hands holding tightly onto her Garrote and mercilessly, strings the tight wire around his neck, she uses her upper body strength and hangs him from the ceiling; watching him suffocating.

"The store is secured, I'm on my way back," she speaks into the small speaker dangling from her jacket. Chris lifts up her motorcycle, "Clean this shit up," commanding the survivors that found it difficult to take down four men on their own. She rides back towards that precious scum of hers, Negan.