THREE:

Anna checked Jenny's room first, and thankfully the teenager was there, huddled in a corner. Jenny's arms were wrapped around her legs and she jumped when the door opened. These actions made Anna realize Jenny was terrified.

"Jenny?" Anna called quietly, crouching down so she didn't appear intimidating or scary.

Jenny looked up, blood smeared on her face which made Anna's heart nearly stop in worry. Jenny, as far as Anna knew, was very anal about being as clean as she could and this dirty mark made Anna's fear rise from zero to sixty.

"I-I'm sorry." Jenny cried in a tight voice, tears slipping down her cheeks and slightly smearing the blood.

Anna raised her eyebrows, and kneeled down in front of her. "Why?"

"I shouldn't have left!" Jenny sobbed. "I went outside, when I heard that explosion. Dead everywhere-I couldn't stop them!"

Anna's eyes widened, scanning the teenager's body. "Please, Jenny, are you-"

Jenny erupted in a new fit of tears, hiding her face in her knees again. Her arms tightened around her legs, almost defensively and Anna's breath caught when she saw the blood.

With strong hands, Anna ripped Jenny's arms away from her legs and pushed her legs down. This revealed more of her shirt, which was soaked in blood. Anna clenched her jaw and lifted Jenny's shirt just enough to show that she had been bitten.

Anna had an inkling when Jenny admitted she was sorry, but that didn't stop her from gasping and nearly falling backwards.

"Anna, please!" Jenny reached out to grab Anna's hands, but Anna merely stared, alarmed at them.

This was the girl Anna had saved before she arrived at Terminus. This was the girl Anna brought with her because she believed it was a sanctuary.

And now that was all slipping through her fingers.

Anna, horrified and overwhelmed, stared at the young girl. Her face was very pale now, Anna noticed, and even her usual pink lips seemed to have become paper white. And her eyes-oh her once bright green eyes-stared dully back at her, losing their once bright nature.

Anna swallowed, "Let's go."

"No, Anna, you have to kill me! Please, don't let me-"

"I won't kill you!" Anna growled at her, her eyebrows furrowing. "You'll be fine."

Even Anna knew that was a lie.

"It wasn't supposed to come to this," Jenny sniffled. "but since it has, I want it to be you, Anna."

Tears leaked from Anna's eyes, falling without permission down her cheeks. She opened her mouth momentarily, but nothing formed on her tongue and she was left with no words for Jenny.

"Anna,"

"I-I can't. Don't make me-"

"It's gotta be you." Jenny took a long, labored breath, her face greatly pained.

There was a ruckus outside, and heavy footfalls approaching. Fear ebbed to Anna's mind and seeped into her rationality and rendered her completely still.

Even when the door opened, and Jenny looked up fearfully, Anna did not move. There was a quiet gasp, and then a gun cocking.

That was when Anna's head snapped to the side to see Chris-one of Gareth's men-aim his gun. Before Anna could protest, the gun had went off and Anna turned in just enough time to see Jenny's head whip back and blood to splatter, covering Anna's face, neck and arms.

Anna's mouth opened, but it popped closed and she stood up fast. In the next second, her knife was in her hand and she stabbed Chris with it.

"You bastard!" Anna cried, tears freely streaming now, and she let out a savage yell as she thrust the knife back into Chris' throat.

They both fell to the ground in the doorway, but Anna didn't let up. Like some kind of wild animal, she kept going at it, stabbing Chris in every which way she could; his eyes, neck, chest, and anywhere else she could reach as she straddled over him, yelling with each blow.

Chris was dead, he had been dead when he hit the floor, but either Anna didn't notice or didn't care.

When her hand got tired, she threw her knife aside-blaming it- and grabbed the one in the back of her belt and started fresh. But this time, she had to use both hands to thrust the knife into his body, and since she had stabbed him so many times, she started hitting already opened wounds.

Her hands was shaking, and a painful buzz had started in them, and she was out of breath. She dropped the knife, and with tired arms starting hitting his chest, angry and sad. She stopped and gave a heart wrenching yell, that hurt both her lungs and vocal cords.

Anna's head fell to Chris' chest, her breathing heavy at best. With her head on Chris's chest, blood was being smeared all over her body, but she seemed far away in her mind, remember the better days. But even they were plagued when the dead entered her mind and killed any dream she ever had.

She could cry no longer, her body could not allow it. This left her eyes red, puffy and itchy, but she ignored that and her painful hands.

Pushing off Chris' chest, she cast a look at what was left of him. He was no longer recognizable, and if she hadn't been the one to do it to him, she would have never known what he looked like. He was mangled, his upper body a bloody mess of flesh, blood and torn clothing.

Anna, with a posture that would have suggested she was dead, walking over to Jenny and fell to her knees. With no tears left, she simply held Jenny in her arms and mourned.

When Anna could no longer just stare at the wall in front of her, she made her way to her feet. With weak arms, she scooped Jenny into her arms and placed her upon her bed. She pulled up the blanket, until it was to her neck, kissed her temple and turned away.

She grabbed the knife she had thrown and the one she had dropped and put them back. She messily cleaned her hands and face with Jenny's towel. She grabbed Chris' gun, threw the strap over her shoulder and spat on his body before stepping over it with utmost disrespect for his remains.

With blank and tired eyes, she walked down the hall and to the back stairwell. Fire had engulfed the one side and she had no other choice.

Anna hoped that the group was still here, and that she could catch up, but this other part told her she should care; that she should just run and never look back.

However, Anna found the group of the four men now with a bunch of others running towards a side gate. She didn't think twice and rushed after them.

Rick, while scanning over the dead, spotted her running to them. For a moment he wanted to kill her, but decided since she saved them deserved at least a plea for why he shouldn't. He took notice, though, to her crimson soaked clothes, red splattered neck and red smeared face.

He didn't have to guess to know what it was.