THEN

Click. Rick Grimes opened the ammo cartridge for his revolver. Only two shots left. One by one, he reloaded it as he examined his group. Michonne stood at his side her arms crossed. Click. He shut it. Six shots.

"Alright, here's what we're doing. We're splitting up. Michonne, Glenn, Maggie, Tara and Tyreese are gonna come with me." Wish I had Daryl or Carol with me, but this is all I've got. He thought grimly, wondering where the hell they'd gone. I've gotta trust them. "Sasha, Rosita, Eugene, and Carl are all gonna stay here with Gabriel and Bob." That wasn't a popular opinion apparently as Rick saw Sasha shake her head and Rosita cross her arms, frowning at his decision, but Rick didn't care. This was the plan and it was going to work. It had to.

"So you want us to just sit on the sidelines?" Rosita argued. "What, are we not good enough or something now? I thought you trusted us." Sasha nodded in agreement.

"Listen to my dad." Carl said. "He knows what he's doing."

"Whatever." Sasha shook her head again.

"Hear me out." Rick said. "Sasha, I know you're angry about what they did to Bob, so believe me we're going to make sure they get what they deserve. And Rosita, I do trust you, but I need you to trust me." He tilted his head and softened his authoritative tone slightly. "That's why I need you here to help look after them."

Sasha was silent, her face stone cold.

"Alright." Rosita relented, but Rick heard her sigh audibly. That's fine, I can live with that.

"Okay." Rick nodded, proud of his sons support and grateful for Rosita's leniency. "Here's the plan. We go after them, quietly. That means you shoot only when absolutely necessary. First place we go is the school where we found Bob then track them from there. Any questions?"

"Rick, we don't really have to kill them. We can just get out of here. " Glenn said, ever the optimist.

"No, Glenn. We talked about this. We can't let them do what they did ever again." Rick respected his opinion, but it was wrong. The people from Terminus weren't people. They'd left that behind a long time ago. They didn't deserve to live.

"Those of us staying behind, barricade yourselves in the back room and don't open that door. We'll be leaving in fifteen minutes." Rick watched as his group dissipated.

"Michonne, keep an eye on Sasha. I'm worried she'll do something she might regret."

"I know, I've seen it." Michonne eyed the other woman and she walked away.

"Rick." Tyreese came up to him, cradling Judith."Rick, I think Sasha should go instead of me. I'm not good with guns. You know that."

"Fine." That way we can keep an eye on her.

"Okay." Tyreese breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Carl." He put his arm around his son's shoulder. Damn, the kid was getting tall. He's almost as tall as me. "You understand why I'm leaving you behind?"

"Because I need to look after Judith and because I need to stay in the house, I know Dad." Carl's hat covered his eyes, but Rick could tell from his voice, the kid was depressed.

"Carl, look at me. Carl." His son looked at him, his blue eyes staring back at him. There was that look he got from his mother, that disapproving look that meant he did something completely wrong. Lori. If only you could see our boy now. He's a man now.

"I need you to watch them." Rick said, I trust Rosita, but Sasha's head is in a bad place right now and Eugene and the priest will be useless. You've gotta step up now Carl. I trust you. You can do this."

"Thanks, Dad. I get it." Carl nodded.

"I'm proud of you."

"Rosita, I'm not sure I can do this." Tara said to her as she strapped her pistol to her hip. She brushed the hair out of her face. She was sweating, and her hands were shaking.

"It's alright, you'll be fine." Rosita affirmed, grabbing the worried girl by her shoulders.

"No, no. You don't understand, the last time I went out like this, we set a place on fire and I saw an old man die, Rosita. Do you get that? He chopped his head off with a sword!" Tara was hysterical.

"It's okay, Tara." Rosita repeated. "It's different this time. It's in the past. Just let it go, Tara."

"Everything alright, Rosita? Tara?" Rick said as he walked by.

"It's fine, Rick." Rosita said.

"Alright, both of you be ready, you know what you have to do." He walked away.

"Maybe I should go instead of you, Tara."

"No, I need to go. You're right, Rosita." Tara smiled. "Thanks." She hugged her.

"Of course." Rosita returned the smile. "Good luck."

—-

NOW

Rosita was bored. She had no idea how much time had passed since Tara and everyone left. There was nothing to do except watch Judith. It was a strange thing, seeing a baby this far in. She was stuck in a tiny room with several people who she had hardly spoken to. Tyreese seemed preoccupied with something, staring at the ground pensively. The man was like a giant teddy bear, she noticed. Carl sat in a wooden chair facing the locked door, his gun aimed. Gabriel seemed scared of his own shadow, nervously flipping through pages of an old worn Bible. And then there was Eugene.

"Doctor." Eugene Porter. I don't even think he's a doctor. Rosita thought. Probably just a whole load of bullshit he created so Abe would protect him. Well, then again, you did the same thing didn't you? She told herself. That's why you latched yourself onto him so tightly and when you lost him, you had no idea what to do. You couldn't survive without him. And it was true. She couldn't have survived. If Tara hadn't been there to light a fire under my ass, I'd probably be dead to.

Eugene broke the silence. "I'm sorry."

Rosita ignored him. Sorry, bud, but sorry doesn't cut it nowadays.

"I admit it. I'm a goddamn coward. I fabricated the lie of Washington and the promise of a cure in exchange for protection. In addition, I deceived you and Abraham and this entire group, which led to his subsequent demise and I'm sorry I caused that."

"Don't say his name." Rosita said, choosing to look at the wall instead of any of their faces.

"Quiet!" Carl hissed. "Listen!"

Faintly, Rosita could hear the jiggling of the main doors, which had been hastily locked and barricaded. It gave way easily and heavy footsteps slowly paced down, inching deeper into the church.

Gabriel started reciting a prayer. "Our Father in Heaven…"

"Shut up! This is not the time or the place for that!" Rosita scolded.

"Ah, what do we have here?" A voice said. "Half of the missing pack. We know Rick isn't here. However, we do know who is here."

"Get ready." Rostia muttered, cocking her pistol.

"Carl, Rosita, Eugene, Martin's good friend Tyreese, oh and the priest. Father? Come out now and we'll save your life."

"I won't. I won't. I won't. I won't." Tyreese started repeating over and over, like a chant. It worried Rosita.

Judith started to cry.

"I'm starting to like this girl. Alright, this is your last chance to come out. Father?"

"Don't you dare." Rosita said to him. "These people are dangerous."

"I guess not." The voice sounded disappointed. "Are we done? We'll hit the hinges." He gasped in pain.

"Put your guns down. It's over."

"Dad!" Carl whispered.

"Sasha, what you doing? Sasha, NO!" Rick shouted.

Someone screamed. Sounds of flesh being destroyed erupted.

"Sasha!" Tyreese pushed his way past Rosita and knocked the door open, his large frame lumbering. She tailed him, her heart racing. Tara! Where is she? Her Tara trailed behind the rest of the group by Maggie, looking a bit disheveled. Thank God. She sighed. Then she saw the carnage that was taking place. Screams echoed against the walls. While Glenn, Maggie and Tara, stood behind, Rick and Michonne were brutally hacking away at masses of flesh and blood that used to be people. Tyreese stood still to the side of it, staring at something on the ground. One of the surviving Terminites inched towards him, holding a hammer, raising it, about to smash Tyreese's head in.

"No!" Rosita cried, aiming her gun and firing three shots at him.

The Terminite fell to the ground, groaning. The hammer landed next to him.

"Tyreese! Snap out of it!" She put her hand on the big man's shoulder and looked at his face, surprised at the tears falling out of his eyes. "Oh…"

"Sasha." He murmured.

"I told you this would happen." The Terminite said, breathing deeply, struggling with the effort as Tyreese stared expressionlessly at his sister's fallen form.

In the center of the church, Rick stood over the hunched form of Gareth who was begging for his life.

"Rick, I swear to you, you let me and Martin go, you will never hear from us ever again. Please, I'm begging you." Gareth pleaded.

Rick stared at him, his face stone cold.

"Please, you don't know what it's like Rick! To be hungry! To be scared! To not knowing if you're going to be alive tomorrow! Please! Rick." Gareth sobbed.

Rick chuckled grimly. "You see, Gareth, now I can't do that. I made you a promise."

"No." Gareth cried. "No, no, Aghh!

In one fluid motion, Rick pulled out a red-handled machete and slashed Gareth's shoulder, hacking again and again.

"Tyreese?" Rosita said.

Tyreese picked up the hammer. "I won't." He muttered. He stared at it, seemingly unaware of Rick's violent display near him. "I won't." He muttered, louder. "I won't." He repeated, the volume increasing.

Rosita backed away. He's fucking terrifying. And not a goddamn teddy bear like I thought. She kept retreating until she wound up next to Glenn who was standing against the wall, holding Maggie close to him. She found Tara somehow, and embraced her, feeling empty and desperately needing her in that moment.

"I WON'T!" Tyreese screamed as he continued to bludgeon the thing that used to be Martin into a bloody pulp.

"Oh my God." She whispered, looking away. She felt like throwing up.

"Tyreese. TYREESE!" Rick yelled.

"WHAT!" Tyreese roared, turning to face the leader. Rosita got a good look at his face. His eyes were bulging out and his nostrils were flared with his light blue shirt dark with blood.

"It's over, Ty." Rick said. "Come on."

Tyreese's chest heaved and his hands shook violently. "They killed Sasha, Rick."

"I know, Ty, I know. I'm sorry." Rick said cautiously, his hand outstretched. "If you'll just give me the hammer Ty."

The hammer clanged to the floor and Tyreese fell with it. "Sasha. No. No. No. No. No." He cried. "It should have been me." He cradled his sister's head and closed her eyes.

The room was silent except for the sobbing of Tyreese.

"This is the Lord's house." Father Gabriel piped up, holding his out, palms facing up as he looked on in disbelief at the bloodshed that had taken place.

Maggie stared him down with a look of pure disgust.

"This?" Maggie said, morosely. "This ain't shit. It's just four walls and a roof."