"All right, got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl says from the door.
I hold up my chiv and smile at it. Aw, being a gangster's daughter finally pays off
"Y'all know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." Rick says
We all poise near the door, ready to pounce. "Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A voice yells in at us.
We all just look at each other and nod. Yeah right pal. Sunlight stream in from overhead suddenly. I look up confused just to see a canister drop from the ceiling, it's flashing… oh shit.
"Move!" Abraham yells
We all dive in separate directions as the canister explodes and fills the car with smoke. There's a fight. I know I hit someone, can't see who though. Might have been one of our own for all I know. Next thing I know the smokes gone and we're four people short. Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Bob.
"No, no no! Daryl!" I throw myself against the door "Daryl! Daryl! Daryl!" I scream over and over.
Maggie and Sasha are with me banging hard on the door "No!" I scream once more and kick the door so hard I throw myself back onto my ass.
I'm not even sad. I am pissed! I just got him back and they take him away from me! "Fucking arseholes!" I scream loudly.
Nessa shushes me "Gwen, Snow, Stop it"
"Don't call me that!" I snap at her and stand. I hate that nickname!
She looks at me taken aback. "Gwen…"
Maggie grabs onto me and sobs loudly. I stroke her hair. Then grab her face. "We need to get out of here. Keep making those weapons. They'll not get us next time!"
I don't know how long passed, minutes, hours? Who knows? It was the explosion that got my attention. The whole cart shakes violently "The fuck was that?" I ask and try to peer out.
I see the smoke first then the walkers "Fuck, there are walkers out there." I laugh "Son of a bitches are overrun"
"What the hell is going on?" Abraham growls, banging his fists against the door
"Someone hit them." Michonne says
"Maybe our people got free." Tara suggests
"Excuse me." Eugene says and barges past me
"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asks
"I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door. From the sound of things, there may not be anybody left to open it." Eugene says
"Eugene, I'm sorry, but shut up. Okay." Tara snaps
"Hey. My dad's gonna be back. They all are." Carl says
"They are. And we need to get ready to fight our way out with them when they do." Maggie says.
I nod "Exactly, so all of you need to take a breath and get ready."
"What's the cure, Eugene?" Sasha asks.
I look up confused "Cure? What cure?"
"Eugene says he has the cure for this whole thing?" Andy says
"Do tell" I say
"It's classified." Eugene says
"We don't know what's gonna happen." Michonne says
"You leave him be." Abraham says
"We need to keep working." Maggie says
"Yeah, but it's time to hear it. 'Cause we don't know what's coming next." Sasha says
"What's next is we get out of this." Tara says
I look up at her and smile "Oh, I like you" I say with a grin. She smiles back
"Even if I told you all, even if I provided step-by-step instructions complete with illustrations and a well-composed FAQ and I went red-ring, the cure would still die with me." Eugene states
"I'm not gonna let that happen." Abraham says
"The best-case scenario, we step out into a hellstorm of bullets, fire, and walkers. I'm not fleet of foot. I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence." Eugene says
"Yeah, but we can and we will." Michonne says with a smirk in my direction
"You don't owe us anything. Not yet. But we just want to hear it." Sasha says
"You don't have to." Rosita says
Andy and I exchange a look. "My Nephew here, is a bit of a genius. He read war and peace when he was six years old and hacked into a government computer when he was eleven. I think he can handle anything you throw at him" I tell Eugene
Eugene stands "I was part of a 10-person team at the Human Genome Project to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms. Fire with fire. Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them. Fire with fire. All things being equal, it does sound pretty badass."
I look at Andy's reaction, he's frowning at Eugene a bit, as if trying to figure something out.
"So let's get back to work." Maggie says