Negan couldn't believe what he was seeing. It sounded as if he were under water. Sherry fell to her knees on the other side of where Lucille's lifeless body lain in the dirt. She appeared to be screaming but Negan couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything.

Lucille, his beautiful wife, was gone. He collapsed to his knees beside her. Shaking with despair, he reached out and clutched her slender hand in his own and surveyed the scene. Blood was pooled all around him and splattered upon Lucille's light blue t-shirt. Strands of auburn hair covered the place where her head would have been if there had been anything left of it.

He let his fingers lightly touch the curly tendrils as his eyes tried to process what they were taking in. Silent tears fell down his cheeks. Brain matter and flesh were all over the ground as if a small explosion had gone off. Then, something caught his eye just above where Lucille's head would have been: a lone baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire lay covered in blood, flesh, and strands of auburn hair.

"Help! Over here! Help! Run!" Daryl yelled, waving his hands through the darkness of the field, trying to flag down the others. "Hang in there, buddy" he said as he dropped down beside the figure that was writhing in pain.

As Belle ran, Daryl's outline came into view and her flashlight illuminated his frightened face. Frantically, her gaze shifted to the moaning body laying in the grass."Daddy!" Belle cried falling to her knees next to her father in the middle of the field.

"Dale!" Andrea screamed as she sank to the ground wrapping her arms around Belle. They were quickly joined by the other members of their group. Dale's insides were now displayed outside his chest and blood continued to pour out of him. Belle sobbed as her father searched her face with panicked eyes. She reached down and held his hand as Rick knelt on the other side of him.

"Listen to me. Come on," Rick said trying to mask the fear in his voice. "Okay? Just listen to my voice." Dale's eyes found Rick's face but all he could manage in response was a pained groan as his body twisted in agony. "Hershel! We need Hershel! Dale, we're gonna help. Just hold on!"

"What happened?" Hershel couldn't hide the alarm on his face.

Glenn knelt beside Dale, his voice shaking as he tried to console his friend. "Dale, it's gonna be ok."

"What can we do?" Rick swiped nervously at the sweat forming on his brow. "Can we move him?"

"He won't make the trip," Hershel said gently.

Rick's eyes were wild with terror as he jumped to his feet. "You have to do the operation here. Glenn, get back to the house!"

"Rick," Hershel said pointedly, gripping his shoulder and looking him in the eyes.

"No!" Rick sobbed, putting his head in his hands. Without saying a word, Hershel was letting him know there was no way Dale would make it out of this alive. His friend was as good as dead.

"Daddy!" Belle whimpered, reaching out to caress her father's cheek. "Rick! Please do something!" She pleaded through her tears, her body racked with sobs.

Andrea looked at Rick as she held Belle tightly. "He's suffering! Do Something!"

Rick pulled out his python, loading a round into the chamber. With tears in his eyes, he stood above Dale aiming the gun at his forehead. "Oh God…." Rick's face was grief stricken and his hand began to tremble.

Daryl gently took the gun from his hand. He looked wistfully at Belle before kneeling next to Dale with the gun to his head. "Sorry, brother."