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It was one week before Negan and his men would be here to collect someone as their prisoner. Every person in Alexandria sat in the church where they always had their meetings. Everyone knew what was going on, but no one knew who was going to go The Sanctuary, Negan's compound. It was going to be a group decision. They would vote on who goes. Spencer had taken the time and talk to almost everyone there about making Marie go. He knew that Rosita was voting for her. He had a pretty good idea that most of the original residents of Alexandria would follow him and vote for her too. They knew him since the beginning and trusted him. Secretly Marie knew that he was going behind her back and telling them all to vote for her because of her useful medical skills.

"We all know why we are here," Rick started. Spencer and him stood up front of everyone in the church, "This is going to be a group decision. We all know what the Saviors want and we all know the deal. It's too great of deal to pass up, but the choice is going to everyone's on who goes to them." Daryl held Marie's hand and squeezed it. He had gotten to know the brown haired beauty and knew that Spence was telling everyone to choose her. "Abraham, Sasha, Carl, Spencer, and myself are already out of the deal. Negan made that clear, now we have to make the hard decision of who goes." Someone of the residents had their eyes on Marie. It's like everyone had already made up their minds, but she knew they were already giving her to the gallows. "Every one of us has had time to think about who is going and this is a very difficult decision, but let us make it now. It will give whoever is going time to say their goodbyes."

The seconds passed like minutes. No one wanted to say anything. No one wanted to be the first one to nominate someone. That was a huge weight on their shoulders, but someone had to. Natalie Miller was the first one to speak. Standing up, after her husband tried to talk her out of it, the old woman said only a name, "Marie."

'So it begins,' Marie thought. 'Thrown to the wolves already.'

Daryl stood up, "Like hell!"

One by one the rest of the original residents of Alexandria, they ones who followed Spencer, stood up in agreement.

"She's more useful than any of us."

"I've seen the way Negan looks at her. It's her he wants."

"She may have helped us a lot with medicine and stuff, which makes her the one."

Marie just sat back and took every excuse they were coming up with. She could hear Daryl and Abraham stand up for her, but they all knew they were right. It was going to be Marie. Rick and Carl could be heard fighting for them to change their minds. Sasha was on walker duty, but if she was there, she would stand up for Marie. Father Gabriel stood out of the voiceful people, but kept his eyes on Marie the whole time. Judith could be heard crying her eyes out as the yelling got louder and louder. Marie's attention was on Spencer, who couldn't help but smile since he was getting his way. Abraham was in Rosita's face. Michonne was trying to keep him from fuming and punching someone. It was an all-out verbal fight between everyone.

"I'll go."

The days flew by as Marie was getting ready to leave for the Sanctuary. One of Negan's men had showed up with instructions for the person that was going. They were only allowed to bring a large duffle bag with clothes and no weapons. Marie was busy getting things organized and ready. Daryl wouldn't leave her site, though she still left to go to her safe haven, the orphanage. It was now the night before she was going. She laid, naked, with Daryl in the bed they had been sharing. Her head was on his chest as he fell asleep. When the Savior had come to tell them what the prisoner could bring, she had been able to get him alone. Marie had made a deal with him, to make this whole thing go smoothly, she would meet the Savior group who was taking her at dawn while all the others thought it was going to be later that day. She didn't want to see anyone when they came to get her. It was going to be emotional and she hated stuff like that. It was four in the morning when Marie got ready. Daryl was still passed out. Marie put on a white tank top with a black jacket and diem pants followed by her military style boots. The large duffle bag was in the corner with her stuff. This whole deal felt wrong and everyone knew it. Something bad was bound to happen.

Throwing the bag over her shoulder, Marie put the letter she wrote for Daryl on the nightstand by the bed, then took one last look at the handsome young man. Out the door she went, to her new prison for the next months, maybe even longer. Spencer had volunteered to do the morning shift and was already on duty when the brown haired woman came. He knew what was going on and secretly loved it. The bitch was leaving. Finally. Down the road was the Savior's parked car. The gates closed behind her.

Negan sat on the side of his bed as a naked wife slept behind him. Today was the day that sexy piece of ass was coming to live there, and he couldn't be happier. As he fucked that wife last night all he could think of was the bootylicious babe known as Marie. All week he was ancy. He wanted her here now. Marie had haunted his dreams and his daydreams. Even though he wanted to be there when they picked her up, he didn't go. He wanted her to wait to see him. Every time he went to collect their supplies from Alexandria he had seen her. The way she looked at him and the way she fought so hard to not try and talk to him was enough evidence to tell him she felt the same way.

It was well pass dawn when one of his trusted men woke him up to tell him that their new prisoner was here. They had put her down in the basement where they had made prison-like cells. He was going to keep her down there for a few days. He wanted her to see what it's like when you cross the Savior leader and he had wanted her to beg to get out. The talk with his men raced through his head. Negan has established a point system for the Saviors. You earn points, you buy things with those points. Things like food, new clothes, weapons, etc. Everyone had agreed that, even though she was a prisoner, the Alexandrian was to do the same. No special treatment. Negan knew this was a touchy subject with everyone, but he didn't know what to do with her yet. It's not like she would agree to be one of his wives right off. Negan had pegged Marie to be headstrong and not so easily persuaded. But nevertheless, she had to earn her keep here.

Three days she had sat in the cell. Three fucking days. She only seen one person the whole time. It was the man known as Carson. He barely talked to her. It always seemed like it was a burden to bring her food. Wasn't much. A few apples, which she loves, and some over cooked eggs. They only fed her two times a day. The basement was pitch black, except the light above the cell outside the door. The one in her cell, on the ceiling didn't work she guessed. She could hear the dripping of water and, what she thought, was other people shifting about or rats. Three days and no shower and only a bucket it piss and shit in. It was the worst conditions she had ever seen. Just like a real prison, she assumed. The duffle bag of her stuff she brought was taken from her when the led her down here, so she wore the same clothes for three days. She felt gross. Her head itched so bad from the lack of showering and she knew she smelled. The water they would bring her with the food she would drink half and then use the other half to clean herself.

Sitting on the make shift cot they had for her, Marie could hear the door to the basement open. This was odd. If she had her timing right, it was just about midnight and no one should be coming to visit. She could hear the footsteps of two people approach her cell. She sat up on her cot and looked at the two dark outlines of people.

"Hello," a female voice said.

The blonde headed woman looked at the others with disgust. When they had brought the woman from Alexandria here, Negan had given her duffle bag to his wives. Amber, the blonde, was watching the rest of the wives pick through her clothes, taking what they wanted. The duffle bag was carelessly thrown on the couch next to her with the clothes the other wives deemed fit not to wear or too trashy for them. She hated it here. She hated the other wives, the men, and most of all she hated Negan. She had become his "wife" when she no longer could defend herself from the walkers. Amber was practically useless. No useful skills, except in the bedroom. The blonde was an exotic dancer before the apocalypse started. Yes, a stripper. She wanted away from all of this, away from Negan.

The wives were in Negan's room. They all had personal rooms of their own on that floor. Small rooms, enough for a bed, nightstand, desk, and dresser. Negan's room was much bigger. It had a large bed, fireplace, chairs, couches, dressers, tables, etc. Fake plants were around the room to give it more of an appeal. Watching as another piece of clothing was thrown her away, Amber couldn't help but glare at the others. "Hey Amber," Sherry, the blacked haired wife, said, "What do you think?" Sherry twirled around in a purple, tight dress she had taken from the prisoner's duffle.

"It looks good," she replied back.

Another wife grabbed a pair of rolled up pants and shook them out. Something had fallen out of them and on to the floor. This caught Amber's attention. She reached for the item, grabbed it and sat back down. It was a small photo album. When they had brought the woman from Alexandria to the Sanctuary, Amber had gotten a look at her before they took her to the basement. Right off she could tell that it was that woman in the first picture. The brown haired woman was standing by two older ladies, holding up a high school diploma. The second picture had the same young woman, but this time she was wearing medical scrubs, smiling. As she went through the photos, Amber made notes about the woman.

An idea had popped into her head. It was Sherry's night with Negan when Amber had snuck out of her room. She tip-toed down the hallway, pass Negan's room. She could hear them from outside the door. Even though she despised Negan, he sure was one hell of a lover. Quietly, the blond creeped down the stairs, hoping the man she wanted to see was still there. Negan didn't allow any of his men on his bedroom floor, so it was easy for Amber to sneak away. She didn't do it very often. If she were to get caught, it would be hell to pay by Negan. It was well past midnight when she opened the door to the infirmary, which was one level below Negan's level. The lights were still on and she could hear someone shuffling about.

A gray haired man in a white doctor's robe was cleaning up some blood off the floor. Amber heard there was a fight between a couple of the Saviors that day. Coming up behind the man, Amber hugged him. He was startled, but knew who it was. They stood like for a few good minutes. Enjoying the intimacy that they got very little of with each other.

Finally, Amber let go and he turned around. "I have an idea, one that could get us out of here once and for all, my love."