"They got away!" Dwight said, out of breath. "I tried to catch them! I tried to shoot them! But they were too fast. They took the truck. Martinez and the others are gone too." His eyes settled on the scene in front of him. "Oh God." He sucked in a breath and placed a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder.

"This is all my fault!" Sherry sobbed, sinking down until her head was resting in the bend of Lucille's lifeless knee.

Simon was only a couple of steps behind Dwight. "Fuck," he exclaimed, putting his head in his hands. "Lucille!"

"What the fuck happened?" Negan asked as tears streaked down his cheeks unchecked. He still hadn't let go of Lucille's hand.

"It was Merle," Sherry choked out. "I heard yelling and then I heard her scream. We got here just in time to see him hit her then he and Phillip took off. D had to go back for his gun and they ran! I came to her, Negan, but it was too late. It happened so fast! I'm so sorry!"

Simon began to pace about the camp, looking around instinctively. He pushed his way into the battered tent they used to store what little supplies they had. Every last weapon they had procured was gone. All that remained in the tent were a couple of bottles of water and a can of peaches. "Everything is gone!" Simon called out. "They took everything! Lucille must have tried to stop them."

"Why was she alone?" Negan's jaw tightened.

Sherry let out a loud sob. "I'm so sorry, Negan!"

His eyes narrowed at her and he could feel a fury rising in his chest. "WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE ALONE, SHERRY?"

Dwight spoke up softly. "Because of me. I wanted some time alone with Sherry. I asked Lucille if she could keep watch for just a few minutes by herself. I thought…"

"You know fucking well we aren't supposed to keep watch fucking alone!" Negan yelled before he could even finish his sentence. "She refused to ever use a fucking gun! All she would ever use was that goddamn bat! You know she couldn't keep watch alone with just that motherfucking bat, Dwight! She has never even fucking hurt anything besides one of the lurkers!"

"I'm so sorry." Dwight cowered, looking at Negan with pleading eyes. "I thought it was just the three of us. Merle and Philip were supposed to be trying to find water but.."

"But I guess they fucking weren't, were they?" Negan glared up at Dwight. "While you were off getting your dick sucked my wife got fucking beat to fucking goddamn death!"

"I'm sorry, Negan." Dwight said in a hoarse whisper, a single tear rolling down his face. "It was an honest mistake. Lucille seemed confident. I thought everyone was gone! We weren't even gone for half an hour! I never would have thought…."

"You sure as fuck didn't fucking think!" Negan shouted, a sob escaping his chest. "She could hardly defend her fucking self, let alone this camp! I fucking trusted you, Dwight! I asked you to look out for her!" He lowered his head into his hands.

"Negan, I.." Dwight began, but Negan immediately cut him off.

"You're fucking sorry. I know." He sighed deeply. "Please. Just give me a moment alone with my fucking wife."

Dwight nodded solemnly before helping Sherry to her feet and guiding her away from Negan and Lucille's body.

"I'm sorry, boss," Simon said gently, placing a hand on Negan's shoulder.

"I need a minute." Negan's voice was barely a whisper. Simon headed in the direction Dwight and Sherry went, giving him the privacy he needed. Negan looked over Lucille's body, still in utter disbelief.

Just this morning she had kissed him sleepily before he left with Simon on the run. He had been hesitant to leave her after the news she had shared with him the night before. "Doll, maybe I should send Dwight out instead. He's a dumb fuck, but he'll manage. I should really be here fucking watching out for you."

Lucille had rolled her eyes, propping herself up on one elbow. "I'm pregnant. Not helpless!" She giggled, reaching her hand up to touch his face. "And you're going to have to stop saying 'fuck' so much! The baby can hear that, you know!"

"Well, fucking excuse me for living, babydoll. But you just said fuck, too." Negan grinned at her and placed a hand sweetly on her belly. "We're having a fucking baby!"

Before Negan left on the run, he approached Dwight who was keeping watch near the supply tent. "Dwighty boy, I need a favor."

"Sure thing, Negan." Dwight nodded.

"Keep an eye on my wife, ok? She likes to think she's tough but we both fucking know she couldn't hit the broad side of a goddamn barn with that fucking Louisville slugger. Don't leave her alone. Martinez is taking a group out hunting soon while Philip and Merle go looking for water. Simon and I are going to look for some supplies back at that old Sav-a-Lot we passed up before we decided to set up camp. I think we need to try to stock up on supplies to stay here for a few days while we try to make a plan for something more permanent." Negan gave Dwight a hard pat on the back. "So what do you say? Keep an eye on Lucille for me?"

"Of course!" Dwight replied, looking around cautiously. "But what about the others?"

Negan lowered his voice so that no one would hear what he was about to say. "If they get back before I do, don't let them out of your fucking sight. We will be back this afternoon." Negan, Dwight, and Simon had been growing suspicious of the newest members of their group, Merle Dixon and Philip Blake. Though the small group of people had all gravitated to Negan as their leader, Merle and Philip clearly resented the choice. Philip would make cutting remarks trying to undermine Negan's intelligence, but he always chose to overlook it. Despite his gruff presence, Negan truly cared about people and wanted to help and protect others. Neither Philip or that hillbilly Merle were his favorite people, but he had accepted them as members of the group. Recently he had noticed a shift amongst the circle. Everyone but Dwight, Sherry, Simon and Lucille had seemed to be walking on eggshells around him. It was as if they all knew something he didn't. But he had pushed the thought out of his mind and focused on keeping the group safe. Now, it all made sense. Philip and Merle had been planning to take over the group the entire time. They were just biding their time until Negan was away so they could steal everything they had.

"Lucille," He said her name like a prayer. He knew Lucille had had died trying to protect everything they had. Negan could feel a rage building inside of him. "You made me soft, baby. Before you I could fucking sniff out a goddamn rat, but you got inside my head. People aren't fucking good. You were good. The last goddamn good thing in this world. I didn't deserve you, honey. But now you're fucking gone. And the whole fucking world is going to pay." He finally released Lucille's hand and reached out to retrieve the baseball bat laying near her. He gripped it tightly as he rose to his feet, blood dripping from the wood. "Everyone is going to fucking pay."