Chapter 13
Sherry was still handcuffed to Negan's bed post. He kept his distance during the night for which she was thankful. Morning came as Negan prepared for the day. Sherry pretended to be asleep to avoid conversation as he stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She kept her eyes closed but could tell that the door was open because of the light switch. Negan whistled a tune while she could hear his clothes drop to the tile as she could feel her ears getting warm. She was only eyelids away from seeing him nude but she refused to look and nor was she tempted.
He finally finished getting ready and kissed her shoulder tenderly before he walked out the door as Sherry felt safer getting some rest with the time that she had to stay in bed. With sheer exhaustion, she finally fell asleep knowing he was a distance away to affect her.
She didn't even blink throughout the night for fear of having her guard down. The room across the hallway wasn't that well protected from him either but she felt security with their separation. That safety was stripped away when he proposed the idea of them sleeping in the same bed. With her handcuffs, she wouldn't have been able to do much to fight him off if he went back on his promise.
There were days when Sherry wanted a mattress during their times on the road. She regretted ever wishing for one and would have rather slept on the forest floor instead.
What only felt like seconds later, she heard the bedroom door open wide. Sherry heard slow footsteps stepping towards her as she gasped and sat up straight, confused as to what was going on. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to what was happening but relaxed when it was only Yolanda.
"How are you feeling, honey?" Yolanda asked as she sat at the foot of the bed.
"My head hurts," Sherry admitted as all the pain rushed to her face. "And I'm a little tired."
Yolanda quickly produced aspirin and the numbing cream for Sherry. She helped her out of the handcuffs and tended to her with the cream in a very maternal way. When Yolanda touched her face, Sherry winced as tears sprung from the sting. She almost wished that her nose would have fallen off sometime during the night.
"Oh, you poor thing," Yolanda commented.
"You should see the other guy," Sherry replied without thinking and shuddered when remembering that the other guy was long gone.
Yolanda picked up on her body language as she stiffened at the memory. "It wasn't your fault," she encouraged.
"It wasn't Dwight's fault either," Sherry defended. "That bastard brought it upon himself."
Yolanda nodded in agreement. "And don't you forget that," she said in a final tone regarding the subject. "Speaking of Dwight, he wanted me to tell you something."
Sherry looked at Yolanda and saw her mood change. "What is it?" She asked.
"We're leaving Sanctuary," Yolanda revealed. "Tonight."
Sherry felt elated but couldn't fathom how that was to pan out; especially with Negan in the way.
"Dwight didn't tell you this part. This is from me," Yolanda explained further. "I cleaned the kitchen already while you were sleeping." Sherry was confused as she thought she only had a few seconds of sleep. Yolanda seemed to read her mind. "I let you sleep in for a couple of hours. Listen, I saw the gratuitous alcohol stash. Dwight thought there could be a way that you could knock him out in his sleep but I think that would be too risky. You following me so far?"
"You want me to get Negan drunk tonight," Sherry said having no problem connecting the two points that Yolanda brought up knowing she didn't mention the alcohol for any other reason.
Yolanda nodded. "You think you can do that?" She questioned.
Sherry echoed her nod with affirmation. "Remember that night that he came back drunk?" Sherry asked. "After he sent for Terri, he passed out. Didn't even wake up for anything."
With a slight grin, Yolanda took a deep breath. "Then it's settled. We'll leave tonight."
"Did Dwight say why we are leaving so soon and not waiting until Negan is gone?" Sherry inquired.
"No," Yolanda answered. "I think from the events of last night that he is just tired of being the person that he's forced to be here. Can you blame him?"
"Absolutely not," Sherry agreed.
Yolanda stared at Sherry deep in thought. "What if this plan fails? What if they catch us?" She asked.
Sherry gazed at Yolanda and reached for her hand in comfort. "They won't," she muttered. "And if they do, then I guess that we'll just try again."
Tears started rolling down Yolanda's eyes. "What will they do to us if we get caught?" She pondered with fear. "I don't want Jenna to endure the hell of this place."
Sherry's heart sank at the thought. There were many risks to consider for what they had planned. What would happen to the children if they were to be caught? What if they couldn't find food or shelter once they were free? What if the dead sealed their fate? How many more people would Dwight kill if they stayed in Sanctuary? Could the children possibly grow to be decent people in Sanctuary? There were too many things to consider when thinking about staying or leaving. Yet, something in her heart knew that they had to at least try.
"We'll make sure that they will be okay, Yolie," Sherry promised. She knew that there would be a positive outcome throughout all of their efforts. There had to be.
…
The sun started to set as Dwight walked to Jason and Terri's house after his shift ended at the gates. As he made his way into Sanctuary, he subtly looked towards the library and saw the shrubbery that stood between the building and the fence. That was their way out. Anxiety threatened to take over the more that he thought about it so he focused his mind on something else. No matter how difficult it would be, they had to at least try and escape. Dwight felt it was his personal humanity on the line if he at least didn't try.
Once he made it to Jason and Terri's house, he saw Teegan and Troy throwing a baseball back and forth to each other in the front yard. "Catch!" Teegan shouted to Dwight once he saw him enter the yard. He threw the ball to Dwight who caught it with ease and then tossed it to Troy who missed then ran to pick it up from the ground.
"Your mom and dad home?" Dwight asked as he stepped onto the front porch.
Teegan nodded. "They are in their room," Teegan replied as he covered his mouth partially then whispered the next part. "Packing." Dwight saluted to Teegan then knocked on the door gently and let himself in when he heard a quiet "come in" on the other side. Dwight took the stairs up to the second floor by two's and saw Terri and Jason in their room packing their things like Teegan said they would be doing.
Jason smiled in Dwight's direction. "This is the day," he said as stuffed an extra pair of clothes in his backpack. Terri had two small backpacks for her sons and was doing the same for them.
"Yeah," Dwight muttered and glanced around the room but couldn't think of what he should say for small talk. He had something particular on his mind that needed to be addressed before their trip. An alternative plan if the worst case scenario played out.
"What's wrong?" Terri asked while sitting down on her bed and noticing that Dwight looked somewhat forlorn.
Dwight gave a quick gaze to both of them then stared down at the floor. "A lot of things could go wrong tonight," he began. "I feel guilty for not having a plan after we leave Sanctuary."
"We don't need one," Jason assured with confidence. "We'll just travel like we did before we ran into the Saviors."
"Yeah, but if something were to happen tonight, I think we need to formulate other options," Dwight finally said. All day he considered another idea that he would only tell few of their group members. He knew Sherry in particular wouldn't go for it. He could trust Jason and Terri.
"By your tone, I would think you already have something up your sleeve," Terri concluded.
Dwight nodded. "It won't be well liked by a lot in our group but it's the only that at least some of us come out with a happy ending."
Jason sat down and looked to Terri. They could tell that what they were about to hear was important for what was going to happen later in the night. "Just tell us what your plan is and we'll try to follow through with it," Terri encouraged.
…
"Back to the wine cooler already?" Negan asked while looking at Sherry who sat on the living room couch with her feet propped on the coffee table. "I know you said that you liked your intoxicants but two nights in a row?"
"You were out like a light last night." Sherry reasoned while trying to choose her words carefully. "This is for your benefit, really. With my nose the way it is, I imagine that I snore like no other."
Negan sat down beside her and placed his alcoholic beverage of choice and hers on the table as well as some glassware. "Come to think of it, I didn't hear you snore once last night so this might not be a bad idea." He said and started to pour himself some tequila in a shot glass.
Sherry didn't want to come off as suspicious that she wasn't going to be drinking as much as she wanted him to so she tried to devise a plan. She needed him to consume more without it looking peculiar. After all, she was the one who had suggested drinking in the first place.
"Let's play a game," Sherry said as she thought out loud. Negan gave her a look as he scrunched his forehead in almost confusion. "Make this a little more interesting."
Negan flashed her a one-sided dimple grin. "A woman after my own heart. What kind of game are you thinking?" He asked.
Sherry shrugged wondering why she even brought it up. "Well… I did hear a rumor that you are pretty good at ping pong. Think we could make a ping pong table with the dining room table?" She asked and looked to the large table nearby.
Negan strained to look at the table in the dining room and nodded his consent. "Yeah, that should work just fine." He said and looked to her. "You suggesting what I think you are suggesting?"
"If you're thinking beer pong than that is correct." She affirmed as she got up from the couch and started walking into the dining room. Negan stood up and walked into the kitchen to grab more shot glasses for their game. Sherry decided to help as he handed her ten glasses for her side. She carefully walked into the dining room and placed them where they needed to be. "Let's do our desired drink on our side. I'll do wine," Sherry said as she began to fill her glasses.
He watched her as he stepped over to his side and rolled his eyes. "That's a weak drink, don't you think?" He asked.
"I want to sleep soundly tonight and not ride the porcelain bus. I do not handle alcohol as well as others do, I promise." Sherry explained in a cool manner. Reasonable enough, she thought.
"Well, I'm going to do Tequila." He muttered and poured his shot glasses to the brim. She smiled in spite of herself because those portions would make anyone pass out in a drunken stupor.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" He suggested as he finished pouring his last cup.
"Do you play shoot?" She asked.
He nodded as they both put their hands forward. "Ready?" He asked. She nodded in return. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He said while he landed with paper and she with scissors.
"We could do best two out of three?" She offered slyly and found herself smiling. Negan looked up to her and smirked in response.
"Alright, rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" He repeated as Sherry landed with paper and he landed with rock. He went to his bookcase with a lingering grin and produced several ping pong balls that sat in front of a couple of dictionaries. He gave one to Sherry and winked. "You do the honors."
"Any house rules that I should know about?" She inquired as she took the ball from his hand.
"I could suggest that we play it with a stripping rule but you are too much of a prude for that." He said as he stepped over to his side.
"Well, you're most certainly right about that," She said while taking her side and taking aim at his shot glasses. Sherry gently bounced it on the table as she knew the ping pong didn't need be so forceful when they were using smaller shot glasses as they game usually called for plastic cups. Unfortunately, they didn't have that option and could only work with what they had. However, she successfully made it in one of the shot glasses on the second row. Negan whistled in admiration and quickly took his first swig of Tequila then put the glass to the side.
"You a virgin?" He asked as she readied another ball. She threw it as it landed in one on the back row.
"No, I am not." Sherry answered honestly.
"You aren't going to ask me the same question?" He asked as he took another drink.
She already knew the answer but humored him anyway. "Are you a virgin?" She asked while throwing another ball. It missed.
He shook his head with pride. "Lost it a long time ago." He replied and collected the ping pong balls then aimed one towards her glasses. "But with time comes a lot of experience. Not one to brag but you are missing out." He added as he threw one to her side. It landed in the front glass. Sherry immediately took the cup and drank it while rolling her eyes at his statement.
"Yeah, okay." She muttered to herself as he chuckled.
They played mostly in silence while each concentrating on wining. Sherry was naturally competitive and really wanted to beat Negan at something. She had already known Negan to be a sore loser so she was treading on thin ground. As more time passed, Sherry felt dismayed at Negan's demeanor. He looked like he had a bit too much to drink but she didn't feel like she could so easily step outside the front door without him making a scene. She tried to think of a plan that would get him to drink more once the game was finished. She dreaded even thinking about it but it was an alternate if beer pong failed. Although she didn't expect him to handle ten shots of tequila so well.
He had two shots left on his side while she had four glasses full of wine left. She was already feeling slightly buzzed and could only imagine how wasted she would have been if she had used his choice of alcohol. Sherry knew that she shouldn't drink anymore if she needed to stay alert for the rest of the night. For her group, she needed to stop beer pong and go to the alternate plan. Even if it meant lowering herself to another level.
"For every piece of clothing that I take off, you take a drink from the bottle." She sputtered out in a distant voice. She couldn't even look at him when she said it. Instead, she looked down in shame.
Sherry heard him laugh darkly. "You finally giving into my invitation?" He inquired as she watched him get closer to her from the corner of her eye.
"Nothing too crazy tonight," Sherry reiterated calmly as she took the chance to look at him. "You get your fair share of fun and I don't have to about you staying up because of my broken nose. It's a win-win for everyone." She shouldered past him and walked up the stairs. The words that came out of her mouth didn't even sound like her. She hoped beyond hope that Negan would pass out before she did anything that she would regret later. It was unlike her to do something so promiscuous for the sake of deception. Yet, she had to think of her group who were probably waiting on her to meet up with them.
He followed her with a bottle of Cuervo. They walked into the bedroom as she looked at her surroundings and took a deep breath. This is for the group, she thought. Once he's unconscious, we can leave and never look back.
"Sit on the bed and stay there," Sherry instructed sternly. What if this doesn't work? What if he's still fully conscious by the time my clothes are all gone?
Negan waltzed over to the bed and sat down as rested the bottle on his thigh. "Am I allowed to touch you?" He asked almost impatiently.
Sherry shook her head. "No," she said while observing that his eyes were glazed over slightly. It made her feel slightly better as the alcohol probably helped mask how much she was shaking with terror. "I'm counting my ponytail as a piece of clothing. I'll start with that." Sherry said.
Negan scoffed. "I guess I should be glad that you aren't much of a jewelry person." He commented as he took the bottle to his mouth. Her hair fell down past her shoulders.
"How could you tell that I wasn't a jewelry person?" She questioned.
"You don't wear a lot of jewelry." He countered back with a teasing smile.
"I guess that should have been obvious." She mumbled to herself as she removed her blue plaid shirt. She was thankful that she liked layers because she had two other shirts underneath the item that she just threw to the floor.
He took another drink as she took off her gray shirt. His eyes started to roll to the back of his head and he shook his head in protest. "Fucking slow down, girl. You are making me down a lot of liquor in a short amount of time." He griped.
"I thought you could handle it," Sherry criticized in a mocking way as Negan raised her eyebrows. She only had her black tank top and bra underneath her shirt that she threw to the ground. Deciding to focus on her lower half, she sat down on the chair beside the master bathroom and started to remove her shoes. "Each shoe is a drink." She instructed.
Negan obliged with her command. "Are your socks the same rule too?" He asked while his words slurred together.
"What do you think?" She retorted. Sherry didn't understand as he already had so much to drink. He had to feel something. Anything!
"Relentless bitch," was all he said but didn't break her rules and simply abided by them. Sherry then quickly unbuttoned her jeans while her heart was racing a mile a minute.
"One more drink for you," she stammered out but then saw the look on his face when she bent down to shimmy out of her pants. She ignored it as he took another swig while she stood in front of him with only three items of clothing left. She closed her eyes and reached for her black tank top then pulled it over her head.
Negan looked at her expectantly and stood up from the bed. She panicked and immediately covered her chest with her arms. He zig zagged over to her slowly as she back away. "Let me take your bra off for you," Negan offered.
Sherry shook her head. "That isn't part of the rule." She said while the power in her voice started to wane. "Sit back down on the bed."
"I don't want to." Negan argued in his drunken state. "You know you would have a good time with me. Aren't you having fun now?"
"Not anymore," Sherry tried to say in a teasing manner but all jokes were gone from her as red alerts started going off in her head. The alarms were almost deafening as he grabbed her by her bare waist with both hands and held her to his own body. "Negan!" She yelled as he took one hand and reached for her bra strap. She tried to move out of his grasp but he was a lot stronger than she was. She had to think of something quick before he crossed the line.
"Let's lay down on the bed. It'll be cozier," she suggested. Even to Sherry, her voice sounded unconvincing but Negan grunted in response as he guided her towards the bed without question.
She pushed him onto the bed as he pulled her to be on top of him. In one instant before she could react, he quickly reached for her bra clasp behind her and pinched it open. Her bra fell off slightly as he smiled at her smugly. "Told you I was experienced," he bragged.
His head hit the pillow as the weight of all the alcohol started to consume any other thought process. She used the opportunity to crawl away from him. "I need to brush my teeth," Sherry said as an excuse. "I'll be right back." He tried to fight her but his moves were slow so she was able to get to the bathroom without any struggle. She walked towards the bathroom sink and counted to thirty. By the time she made it to twenty-two seconds, Sherry started to hear heavy breathing from the bedroom.
Sherry closed her eyes as tears sprung loose. The hope that he would pass out once in bed proved to be true. She only had her underwear on and couldn't imagine what could have happened had he not slipped into unconsciousness.
The tears fell freely as she quickly collected all of her clothes on the floor. She hurriedly got dressed and then grabbed for her handcuffs that were on the nightstand. She walked up to Negan's sleeping figure on the bed and attached one cuff to the bedpost and slowly reached for his hand. He stirred a little bit as her heart nearly stopped from the tension that she felt. Fortunately, he fell back into slumber. Without hesitation, she quickly cuffed his hand and ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
She opened the front door and looked to see if anyone was around. When she saw no one, she ran towards the fence then bolted towards Dwight's house.
Don't look back, Sherry thought. Keep going.
…
Dean got all of the weapons that they had collected from the building beside the court house earlier that night with Takuya and Jason. With everything that they needed on their backs, all they had to do was wait for Sherry. Dwight paced back and forth on his porch while the rest of the group sat quietly and watched the road.
"She will be here, Dwight." Yolanda said while trying to spew confidence but her voice appeared more worried.
"What if something happened to her?" Dwight asked almost angrily. He didn't intend for his tone to sound so brutal but he felt as if he could jump out of his skin from being as worried as he was. Sherry escaping Negan's house was probably the most dangerous thing that they would do that whole night. And whether or not she made it out meant that their plan could even take place.
Just then, they heard the fence open in the darkness as they all turned to see the source. It was Sherry who appeared out of breath and on an adrenaline high. "Are you guys ready to go?" She whispered enthusiastically as they all joined her in the front lawn.
"Yes, ma'am, we are!" Dean said proudly as he handed her a gun. "Nice work!"
"We have to most fast!" Sherry stressed. "We don't know how much time we have."
Dwight walked up to her and gently reached for her arm as she jumped slightly from his touch. Even in the dark he could see the alarm in her eyes. He instantly let go of her and looked to her with concern. "What happened?" He asked.
For a brief second, Sherry's eyes widened in fright at his question but she quickly masked it with a smile. "Nothing." She answered but Dwight knew Sherry well enough when she wasn't telling him everything.
Dwight understood that it wasn't the right time to dwell on the subject but hoped that she would talk about it to him later. "You're alright though, right?" He asked.
She looked anything but alright but kept her composure. "I have never been better," Sherry lied but it was covered up by genuine relief. "We're leaving this place tonight."
Dwight nodded with a warm smile then looked to everyone. "Jason and I are going to take out the guys on the building next to the school. In small groups, crawl into the shrubs that are in between the school and the gate. Dean, I want you and Sherry to be in the first group so you can start cutting the fence up with the wire cutter. Terri and the boys will be second. Takuya, Yolanda, and Jenna will be third. You guys have to be quiet." Dwight said as he bent down to address the younger kids. "As quiet as a mouse." They all nodded to him quickly but still looked petrified.
Jason shrugged and looked to Dwight. "Alright. Let's go take out our guys," He addressed. He then bent down to give both of his sons a bear hug. He stood tall and held Terri in a warm embrace. They exchanged their "I Love you's" as they parted while Jason walked out onto the sidewalk. Dwight subtly reached for Sherry's hand and squeezed it tightly but then released as he caught up with Jason.
Sherry gulped down a lump in her throat that was starting to form while she watched Dwight walk away. She shook it off then looked to Dean. "Give them a three minute head start." She advised and looked to him. "You ready for this?"
He nodded with a grin. "I'm very much ready for this." He replied.
Sherry gazed at Dwight in the distance and sighed. "Me too."
…
Jason and Dwight slowly walked up to the building while trying not to look inconspicuous. They assumed that if they appeared like they had intent to gun someone down, that it would look slightly off. They quietly opened the door to the stairwell and started making their way to the rooftop. Dwight wasn't sure how many people were on the roof. He had hoped that it would be less than five. He was glad that Dean found a few silencers in the supply building that they could use. It gave them the advantage but Dwight wondered if what they were doing was a suicide mission anyways. If that were the case, he swallowed his fears and knew that it would still give Sherry and the group plenty of time to escape. To him, that made it all worth it.
They reached the rooftop door and looked to each other with their game faces on. "I'll take the men on the right, you take the men out on the left." Jason suggested.
Dwight gave a slight nod and stood ready as Jason put his hand on the doorknob. He let out a quiet sigh and quickly opened the door. They both stood ready but looked at the rooftop in surprise. There was only one man on the roof. Hansen sat alone on a lawn chair and looked towards them with curiosity. "I didn't know that you two were s'pposed to be here tonight." He said with a beer in hand. He held it up but then took another drink.
Jason looked to Dwight in puzzlement. "We weren't. Where are the other men?" He questioned.
"They are at the bar." Hansen replied. "Work was slow so they decided to take a break for the rest of the night." Hansen then saw their guns and looked at them with mild humor in his eyes. "You guys come to take me out?"
"We're sorry, Hansen. It isn't personal." Dwight said while willing to gun the man down if necessary. Jason gave him the side eye while knowing that he himself felt uncomfortable taking the older man's life.
Hansen pursed his lips then nodded. "Tell you what… You guys do whatever you were planning on doing but just knock me out. I won't rat on you. You guys probably have a good reason on doing what you are about to do. If I am unconscious, I won't be the one in trouble. The fuckers at the bar will be. This way we both come out on top." Hansen reasoned logically.
Dwight and Jason looked to each other and shrugged. The idea wasn't bad and Dwight trusted him oddly enough. "You could always come with us," Jason invited.
Hansen shook his head. "I'm an old veteran with a hip problem. If you guys are leaving, you guys need to create as much distance to this place as you can. I'll only slow you down." He looked to Dwight. "You gonna knock me out or what, son?"
Dwight quickly stepped towards him. "This isn't personal," Dwight repeated with remorse then hit Hansen with the back of his gun.
"That was easier than I thought," Jason remarked with optimism.
"Don't jinx it, man," Dwight said grimly as they both headed towards the stairs.
…
Dean and Sherry worked furiously to cut the fence with haste. It didn't take too long and by the time Terri and the kids were there, they were already finished. They waited for the rest of their group as they started killing more walker heads that were perched on the gate.
"Did you hear anything from the roof? Gunshots?" Terri asked as Yolanda and Jenna crawled into the shrubbery behind them in the small space.
"No," Sherry replied. "Give them a few more minutes."
They didn't even have to wait that long as they heard footsteps run towards them with urgency. Jason and Dwight crawled into the bushes with triumphant smiles. Sherry wanted to join in their confident attitudes but still being in Sanctuary made her think the victory was too premature.
"Are you okay?" Terri asked while looking to her husband with concern. "What happened?"
Jason grinned. "Absolutely nothing. The guys that were supposed to be on guard went on a drinking break for the rest of the night. We lucked out!" He assured as his two sons hugged him tightly.
Sherry and Dwight made eye contact and smiled at each other. Things were starting to look optimal. "Jason, you and your family go first. Yolanda and Jenna second." Sherry instructed.
"You third then," Dwight chimed in as he crawled beside her.
Sherry looked to him with a knowing glance. "It doesn't matter at this point. I just want all the kids to be out of here first." She reasoned.
He grinned back and kissed her temple. "We're doing this." He said in whispered excitement.
Jason clambered out of the small opening in the fence and breathed a sigh of relief. "I made it!" He said quietly. "Troy, it's your turn now."
Troy looked to the fence made of exposed walkers and whispered back to his father. "Are there biters over there, Dad?" He asked with hesitation.
"No, son, no biters over here. Come on out," Jason encouraged warmly.
Troy crawled out and was then followed by Teegan and Terri. Yolanda and Jenna quickly made their way out of the small crawl space. Sherry told Dean that it was his turn and he quickly made his way over to the other side where freedom was. Takuya followed soon after.
"Ladies first," Dwight said as he nodded to the opening.
Sherry smiled and kissed him swiftly on the lips. "You better be right behind me." She said worriedly.
"Always," Dwight replied and kissed her back.
With that, she crawled to the other side of the fence while Dwight followed behind. Sherry and the group all looked to each with sweet relief. They had all made it to the other side of the gate. The reward of finally making it out unnoticed started to quickly turn into adrenaline as they all had to focus on the next task; running.
"Everyone follow close behind me and Sherry," Dwight advised. "We have a long night ahead of us!"
Dwight took Sherry's hand as they all started to run. With every step came a new hope for Sherry. She was finally free to live her life the way that she wanted. Life was short. Especially in their new world. With Dwight by her side, she intended to live it out as much as she could. As they created distance between Sanctuary, she couldn't have been happier.
…
Their happiness soon dwindled away as their group came upon a small herd of walkers in the darkness. Worried that they were still too close to Sanctuary, they got their knives out instead of their guns so as not to make a ruckus. The group fought in a circle back to back as the children stayed in the middle with their mouths covered by their own hands to prevent themselves from screaming. The small herd soon turned into twenty walkers that Sherry could quickly count but had been manageable with their combined teamwork.
One walker fell over as Jason disposed of him and nearly landed in the middle of the circle on top of Jenna. Jenna jumped backwards as she accidentally ran into Yolanda who fell onto her stomach. Another walker instantly attempted to go in for the kill but was foiled by Takuya who stabbed it in the brain before he could sink his teeth into the unknowing Yolanda.
Dwight killed the last walker as Sherry pushed it away. They turned around to see that they were successful while everyone cheered at their own personal victory.
Dean went to help Yolanda from the forest floor but she abruptly yelled in pain. They all stared at her with concern. "What's wrong?" Terri inquired as she kneeled down in front of Yolanda.
Yolanda gritted her teeth together. "My ankle… I think I broke it. It happened when I…" She started to say but was cut off by the sound of gunshots in the distance. They all looked towards Sanctuary in dread as Sherry had a sinking feeling that it wasn't just some random guns going off in the middle of the night. "Oh, God." She muttered to herself then glanced to Dwight with apprehension.
Dwight looked back to Sherry with shared panic and then to the rest of the group. They all remained quiet until they heard even more gunshots go off. They didn't need to say anything to know that Sanctuary was restless and wanting blood. The Saviors were on the hunt for them under Negan's command.