Dwight came bursting back into The Sanctuary covered in blood with half the men they had left with. He didn't want to explain to Negan what happened but there was no getting around it.

"Where is he?" Dwight barked as he ran through the main courtyard.

"Who?" Someone asked.

"Who the fuck do you think?" He bellowed. "Negan!"

When the knock came at Negan's door he separated himself from Alexandra, who laid next to him, pressing and ice pack to his chest.

Negan threw a robe on and headed to the door when he heard Dwight's voice. "This better be fucking good." He flung the door open to see Dwight in shambles.

"We have to counter attack," Dwight told him.

Negan stepped angrily into the hallway, not caring at that point who saw his attire. "This was our fucking counter attack Dwight."

"We killed one of theirs."

Negan put his hands on his hips. "And how many of ours did they get?"

"We got ambushed on the railroad tracks."

Negan stepped forward and lowered his voice. "How many?"

"I don't know." Dwight trembled from both pain and fear.

Negan looked him up and down with a disgusted look on his face. "I'm going to have to fucking set this shot straight on my own." He glared at Dwight. "You're going to lure them out of their hiding places... and then we're going to block any and ways of them getting back to the place they call home."

"How?"

"Round up as many men as you can and meet me in the courtyard in thirty minutes."

Dwight nodded and headed away while Negan slunk back into his room to get dressed.

"Dwight needs to be patched the fuck up," he informed Alexandra, tossing the robe to the side before reaching for a pair of pants and then tossing his black jacket on over a Tshirt.

Alexandra threw on the scrubs she had worn all day during her regular shift and then hurried out the door a step ahead of Negan.

They parted ways at the bottom of the stairs, him heading to meet with his men and her to await Dwight in the medical building.

Negan met Dwight on the march to their meeting place and ordered him to go get his injuries tended to.

"We are going to end this shit just as fucking fast as they started it," Negan shouted when the large mob of men stood before him. "Tomorrow we are going to break into groups. You'll all be assigned a station and you're going to block off every fucking road that leads out of here."

There were nods all around and people looked at one another.

"We will be fully armed," Negan went on. "We will not let up. And we are going to corner these motherfuckers until we have them at our mercy. I want them alive so I can see just who the fuck we're dealing with here. Is that understood."

The mob agreed, chanting and yelling out loud in approval.

"I'll meet back with you at dawn to give you your assignments," Negan informed them. "They've killed a lot of our people... so I'm done fucking around with this shit. Dawn... everyone."

...

Negan sat up mapping out assignments and placing large groups of people in accordance with a map of the area. He had a giant X where he knew Rick's group was stationed and made sure he would have his men in between their road and The Hilltop.

Randomly he called group leaders in, letting them know of where they would go and who they would be taking with them. With each of these group leaders he discussed the area where he would like to see Rick's group trapped so he could talk with them.

Dwight was the last to arrive, escorted by Alexandra and patched up to the best of her ability. The two of them sat together for a long time plotting out his assignment.

"Don't fuck this up," Negan warned him. "Take care of the people you're with."

Dwight nodded and left the room with his portion of the plan spelled out for him.

Alexandra hopped in the shower, came out in more comfortable clothes and found Negan still going over the plan on the map.

"Someone is going to pay tomorrow," he said gruffly without looking up. Negan studied the map for any outlets he may have missed until his eyes began to water. He looked up to Alexandra. "What the hell was wrong with him?"

"Dwight?"

"Yeah." He folded his arms over his chest impatiently.

"It was his, um..." She looked and Negan let his eyebrows rise and fall.

"Jesus..." He put up a hand. "That's all I'm going to fucking ask."

"Come to bed. You're going to be out all day tomorrow and up at four o'clock if you're meeting them outside when the sun rises."

"I'm not going to be able to fucking sleep." He looked up at her for a moment. "Go lay down. I'll be in when I'm done obsessing over this shit."

Alexandra walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight."

Negan pulled her into his lap for a moment and then kissed her several times in a row.

"Be safe tomorrow," Alexandra told him.

"Don't have to wish that for me," Negan said confidently, "Just for the people that've crossed me." She put a hand on the side of his face, "But better be ready down in the medical station just in case."

Alexandra dropped her eyes for a moment and then kissed him once a little harder.

"Go to bed." Negan tucked her hair behind her ear and then she stood up from his lap. "I'm going to be out here a few more fucking hours so don't try to wait up."

"Okay." Alexandra kept a hand on his back for a moment. "Wake me if you need me."

Negan nodded and watched her go for a minute before spinning back around to focus on the plan he had designed.

It's got to be fucking perfect, he thought. Tomorrow's in for some heavy shit.