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When I was put back into the room the sun was starting to go down. I was bruised... sore everywhere and could only see from one eye. I had struggled and fought but there was only so much that could be done by a hundred and ten pound girl. Eventually I prayed that it would be over soon and when that didn't work… I began to plot.

I was shoved so roughly into the room that I tripped over my own feet, adding to the bruises that would surely be there forever. The three girls looked over their bunks, expecting tears but only saw anger.

Christine gasped at the sight of me before jumping out of her bed and kneeling down beside me.

"You shouldn't fight it Beth," she muttered, trying to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from her before picking myself up off the floor. Hannah was almost smirking in an 'I told you so' kind of way.

"Change of plans?" she asked with the same amount of smugness. Ignoring her tone I sat down on the edge of my bed. I returned her smirk with a grin that made all three of them look at me as if I had lost my mind. Maybe I had.

"Yeah," I confirmed. I took out the small switchblade that William was stupid enough to leave in his pant pocket. It held a small amount of comfort, I was just happy my weapon wouldn't have to be a piece of wood with a rusty nail from the bunk bed.

"I'm gonna kill 'em all," I finished. "He told me Father Lucas will be coming to check on me in awhile… so I'll wait. And then I'll take his keys and I'll just... kill 'em all."

"You're fucking nuts," Hannah said in awe, staring at the small blade I was holding.

"I get it if you two don't wanna come anymore, I don't expect to live to tell any stories," I told them, continuing to ignore Hannah. "Just don't get in my way."

That was something Daryl would say and that in itself gave me enough strength to fight, to erase all doubt… maybe I would survive. I had to survive, I had to thank him—not just him but Rick and Maggie and Glenn… Michonne; all of them for making me this strong. I looked at the three other girls in the room, they obviously didn't have people to do that for them but I could be that person. Why couldn't I be? I knew I needed them but I was sure they needed me more.

"Look… I have a group… a family. If I can find 'em you guys could stay with us, we'll protect you—we're good people."

Hannah and Christine looked at each other in doubt while Cora started mumbling under her breath.

"If we don't fight, if we lose hope, what makes us any different from the dead walking out there aimlessly? Nothing… we still gotta live in order to survive and this ain't livin'."

"You can't do this," announced Cora from her top bunk. "I'll tell them before you can do anything… I swear I will! I'm about to get my own room and I am not letting some stupid bitch ruin it for me. You best be getting rid of that weapon before I get the chance to say anything… maybe if you're lucky they'll go easy on you for stealing."

Hannah and Christine's demeanor deflated almost immediately as if Cora's words had completely erased what I had just said. I glared up at her, she was going to be a problem and she was going to get me killed. I had no choice and before I could think twice and change my mind, I stocked over to her bunk and ripped her from her bed. She tried to fight back but she was weak and could hardly defend herself at all. My fist met her nose to stop her from making so much noise before I jammed the small blade into her throat. There was a sickening gurgling sound as her body went limp.

"Oh my God," Christine gasped as I backed away from the body. I had never killed anyone like this before. I had killed dozens of walkers, defended the group when the prison was under attack but I had never killed someone out of rage. Right now though, I couldn't decide if it had been out of rage or survival. It didn't much matter, not anymore.

"You… you…" Christine stuttered and turned toward me as I began to wipe Cora's blood off my hands.

"I did what had to be done," I said finishing her sentence for her. Rick, that's who I sounded like now. Realizing this lifted the weight from my chest as I looked back at Hannah who had just as much shock written on her face. Neither of them could have seen much outside of this cabin.

"Help me get her into her bunk, make it look like she's sleepin', we'll have to use our canteens and old clothes to mop up the blood."

They helped me with no questions, they didn't seem so scared for which I was glad. I couldn't have them be scared of me, not entirely anyway because that meant there would be no trust. And I had to be able to trust them enough not to do to me what I did to Cora.

By the time we heard Father Lucas approaching Cora was up in her bunk along with the bloody rags we had used to clean up her blood. I kept the blade tucked under the sleeve of my camisole and looked at both Hannah and Christine's somber faces.

"You don't have to come with," I reminded them. "But if ya do we have 't work together, it's the only way we'll make it out."

"You won't make it nowhere,-" Hannah remarked.

"I'm coming with you," Christine interrupted her. I glanced at her in surprise; I had expected Hannah to agree to come before Christine. "They killed my sister, right in front of me… don't look so surprised Beth. There's a reason why I have been here this long and haven't gotten my own room yet."

I gave her a quick nod before Father Lucas unlocked and opened the door, shutting it gently behind him. He had the same grin plastered to his face, it made it hard for me not to plunge the blade into his chest right then and there. I flinched away from his hands as he attempted to grab my chin to get a better look at my face. His grin did not falter.

"It's best for all of us Beth if you learn to cooperate," he said as he pulled out a small first aid kit. "I hate to see you girls in this state."

I tried not to glare or be a smartass, I'd let him clean me up but only because it was all he was good for. He began dabbing the small scrapes and cuts with alcohol and it almost surprised me that the sting of it didn't make me turn away. He let out an exasperated sigh.

"You see Beth, this is God's will," he explained. I couldn't avoid his gaze anymore, my eyes met his. God's will? God's will? If there were a God, which I liked to think there was… God had nothing to do with it. I glared at him; the switchblade felt like it was burning my skin, my hands eager to put this man where he belonged.

"We were put on this planet to be fruitful and multiply. And now that the dead are among us, nothing is more crucial then obeying the Lord and His will," he reasoned before digging into the first aid kit. "I will have to get ice for that eye of yours."

As soon as his eyes met mine again, there was no hesitation. The blade sunk into his throat almost too easily, the sound escaping him was much more satisfying than the weapon's last victim.

"I'll see you in Hell, Father," I added before yanking the blade from his throat and guiding him to the floor to avoid too much noise.

Christine jumped from her bunk and stood by the door as I picked out the scissors from the first aid kit and handed them to her. She was shaking something awful but she took the new weapon without doubt. I found the keys in his pocket and began searching for any other kind of weapon.

"He doesn't carry weapons," Hannah said, joining Christine at the door. I gave her nod before standing.

"We'll stay quiet until we can reach the shed, we don't stand a chance against this many men without weapons. Is it hard to get up onto the roof?" I asked Christine quickly.

"I'm…" she glanced at Father Lucas for a second before answering. "I'm not sure… we'd be able to get on top of the shed easy."

I nodded, it would have to do; once we were out there we wouldn't have much time to waste. I squeezed past the two girls and quietly opened the door a crack. There was no one directly outside. I took a deep breath before turning toward them both. They didn't look ready for much of anything; the two deaths in the last forty-five minutes seemed to be enough. So I'd push, push them until they could see what I saw: survivors and fighters. I'd be like Rick.

"I don't think I can do this," Christine said, shaking more than ever. Glancing at Hannah, she seemed to be in concurrence.

"You can and you will because we have to," I concluded, looking at both of them. "We fight until we die or win."

"I guess we should probably win then," Hannah added with no trace of her constant sarcasm. I gave her a smirk and Christine nodded, trying to muster up a reassuring smile. I opened the door as we quietly made our way down the hall