Thank you all for the reviews and the favorites and follows. I didn't expect it to be that much, so thanks, guys! Here we have the last chapter of season 5. It has been such a pain in the ass to write, but it was so much fun and totally worth it. I'm very excited to show you what I have for season 6.

Maggie had been on fire. The rest of the day she had been walking around, explaining to people what had happened and apologizing on Rick's behalf. She managed to convince quite a few people and make them at least sympathize with us and what being out there could do to you. Though it was hard to make them really understand.

I had been hanging out in the infirmary mostly, chatting with Noah and keeping an eye on Tara. Abraham and Eugene had dropped by, Rosita forcing them to make up. It had been quite entertaining to watch.

There had been no sign of Daryl yet. No gunfire, no explosions or flare gun. Nothing that suggested they were in trouble, or that they were close. It didn't really comfort me like it should have. I just hoped he would be back soon, especially with everything that was going on. He needed to be here and informed about the situation. I regretted not telling him everything. He deserved to know, no matter the circumstances.

Nicholas had been pretty pissed off after the talk with Glenn. Apparently, he hadn't taken it too well. Glenn had expressed his worries to me that afternoon. Telling me that Nicholas was wandering around, giving him looks and looking at the wall. He was just acting suspiciously. So I decided to stay closer to Glenn, in case Nicholas tried something.

Just as I was about to leave the infirmary, and check on Glenn. He burst through the door.

''Aubrey,'' He said and I didn't even have to guess what was going on. It was Nicholas. I grabbed Noah's hand from the bed, told him I'd come back soon and with those words I left. I brought my gun, since my machete was in the armory, and followed Glenn, while he explained what had happened.

''I saw him climbing the wall, I don't know what's he trying to do. But we need to stop him.'' I nodded at his words, even though he probably wasn't looking at me anymore.

''Hey,'' Glenn said, stopping and grabbing me by my shoulders. ''Are you up for this?'' He told me. I gave him a confused look, not understanding what he meant.

''I mean can you handle this.'' He told me, reading my face. He pointed up at my head, where the bandage was. He meant 'if I was feeling well enough to do this'. I nodded at him, one firm nod. I ignored the sharp pain it sent through my skull. There was a slight moment of hesitation before Glenn accepted my answer and we continued.

We decided to take the same route as Nicholas went and climbed up the part of the wall Glenn saw him disappear.

Nicholas was reckless and stupid. The fact that he did this alone was enough proof. But he could get himself killed. Maybe he was doing it to prove something. Or maybe it was for kicks. Or maybe-

When we were on the other side of the wall I turned to Glenn.

''Glenn it doesn't make sense. Why would Nicholas leave?'' We were walking into the woods, Nicholas' footsteps were easy to track. He wasn't a skilled hunter like Daryl, nor did he have as much experience as we did. His tracks almost looked like footsteps, leaves were pushed aside and squished on the parts where the foot has been.

''Probably proving he can be a runner,'' Glenn said, but doubt was obviously laced in his voice. ''It just doesn't feel right,'' I told him. But I ignored the feelings for now. They weren't of any use. Finding Nicholas was a priority right now, besides, what could Nicholas do to us?

At one point the tracks headed over to the right and we decided to cover more ground.

''You go circle around the area, I'll follow the tracks.'' Glenn ordered, ''We'll see who finds him first.'' Glenn took out his gun and I did the same, glad I had brought it with me. I wasn't sure if it was the best idea. But my mind went back to the fact it was Nicholas. So I agreed with him. We could corner him this way.

So I turned back and circled the area Nicholas could have gone. I kept my eyes and ears open, listening for anything out of the ordinary. I listen for the sound of leaves being crushed or something brushing against a tree or a bush.

My mind went back to Rick, what if the meeting had already started? I was supposed to be here, instead, I was in the woods looking for an idiot who didn't understand this world. Still, he couldn't help but remind me of who I used to be in this world. I wasn't as reckless as Nicholas was, but I was as naive. I always thought it wouldn't be as bad as people told me it was. They were just exaggerating. But I learned it the hard way.

Maybe he wouldn't have to.

A gunshot rang out and brought my head back to reality. Goosebumps crawled across my skin and bile rose as I thought of what might have happened.

''Glenn!'' I yelled, sprinting towards the sound. I stumbled through the woods, my heart racing and panic flashed across my face. My legs were quickly tiring, but I pushed through, not wanting to fail Glenn. When I arrived at what apparently was the scene, I saw no one. I sincerely hoped that it was Glenn who had fired the shout though Glenn wouldn't have just randomly shot Nicholas.

Only when I glanced down, I noticed the blood. Was it Glenn's? Or did Nicholas get injured? My face was firm as I cocked my gun, stepping forward in the same direction as the tracks were showing me. My arms were raised, my gun in between my hands as I strutted through the woods.

I tried to have a fast pace, but I didn't want Nicholas to know I was here. So far, he didn't give off any indication that he knew of my presence and I'd like to keep it that way.

The panic had left my body and instead, it was replaced with pure focus. I hoped Glenn wasn't too badly injured because if he was, time was running out.

I knelt down, looking at a drop of blood on the ground. I reached over to it, my fingers lightly touching it. As if I could figure out whose blood it was just by looking. My fingers came back red, smeared with blood. The scent was going to attract walkers, which meant time was really running out.

There was no time to be gentle with Nicholas anymore. I rushed forwards my gun aimed at the ground as I jogged towards where I suspected Nicholas to be. As I came closer, sounds of fighting and groaning were heard.

I came bursting through the trees, just time to see Nicholas throw Glenn on the ground. I aimed my gun at him, trying to get a clear shot, but they were moving too much and were still too far away. So I ran over to them. Nicholas looked up at me, before looking behind him.

Three walkers had gathered behind them, staggering over to the duo. When Nicholas had set his eyes on the three dead corpses he bolted. He ran into the trees. As soon as he jumped up I raised my gun. I fired three shots, one hitting him in his leg, before rushing over to help Glenn.

The three walkers were on top of him, he could barely hold them off. I pushed the top one away with my foot, shooting the second one in the head. At the same time, Glenn killed off the bottom one. He lay there, panting as I finished off the one I had pushed away.

I looked him over. There was a wound in his shoulder, the result of the shot I had heard earlier.

''What happened?'' I said while I ripped off the bottom part of my shirt, since it was too long anyway, and tied it around Glenn's shoulder. Glenn let out a groan before he answered.

''He was hiding, took me by surprise.'' There was blood all around the side of his face where he got shot. His nose and mouth were also bleeding and it looked like it was going to bruise later on. All in all, he looked absolutely awful.

''We'll get him,'' I spoke, extending my hand out for him to take it.

''Yeah, We will.'' There was a determination in Glenn's eyes that I hadn't seen before. It was kind of intimidating.

It had turned dark fast. Before both of us knew it, the woods had turned black. None of us had brought a flashlight, so we were stumbling around in the dark. It was harder to find our way back to Nicholas. Tracks couldn't be seen, so we just assumed he was on his way to Alexandria, probably assuming Glenn was dead.

I had Glenn's arm around my shoulder, supporting him as we walked.

''We should have been at the meeting.'' I told him, ''Who knows what's going on there.''

I knew Glenn wanted to say something reassuring, but both of us knew it was no use. Rick had been unpredictable lately, no one knew what he was going to do. I just hoped that no one was going to die. We couldn't lose another member of the group, nor did I want any of the Alexandria people dead. Except for Pete. And Nicholas.

''Maybe we'll be on time,'' Glenn mumbled instead.

''With you looking like this?'' I shook my head, ''You're going straight to the infirmary.''

After another 10 minutes, we heard shuffling in front of us and I slowly let go of Glenn's arm, letting him stand on his own. I grabbed my gun, which was still cocked, out of its holster and slowly raised it, but Glenn put his hand on my arm and lowered it again, shaking his head.

I grit my teeth but obliged. Glenn took a few steps forward and even before Nicholas realized who it was, he was knocked down to the ground. Glenn had swung his fist right against his cheek, making him fall to the ground. He started landing punches on Nicholas, making him bleed.

''Noah almost died because of you! I tried to tell you how it's gonna be, how it has to be!" Glenn spoke through gritted teeth. His hands were grabbing onto Nicholas' collar. It was hard to make out his face in the dark, but I could hear his sobs through Glenn's angry speech.

''And you tried to kill me?'' Glenn landed one more punch before falling backwards in exhaustion, grabbing his shoulder.

There was a small second of nothing. Where I was just staring at them, observing the situation. Glenn let himself fall down on the ground, panting and closing his eyes for a second. When that small second was over, Nicholas pushed himself up, looked at the position Glenn was in and reached for his gun.

He almost killed Noah, he made me chop his leg off. He left Aiden for dead. Who knows how many people had died because of him. How many more people will die because of him. I wasn't going to take that chance.

I didn't waste any time, I raised my gun and when I knew I had the right aim, I pulled the trigger. I had no time to think about it. It was Glenn or Nicholas. His head snapped over to the side as my bullet pierced his skull. He fell down on the ground, the life leaving his body within seconds.

Glenn snapped up from his position, staring at me.

''He pulled out his gun, he was going to kill you.'' I hadn't realized my hands were shaking until I looked down at them. The sudden realization of what I had done hit me like a ton of bricks. I had murdered someone. It had been a while since I'd done that. 'Dawn was the last one' I had told myself, knowing it wasn't going to be true.

Glenn's hands appeared in front of me, placing them over my hands.

''It's okay.'' He said before he engulfed me in a hug. I started to tremble all over. Not because I killed Nicholas, but because I killed someone. A sob forced its way into my throat and I let my head fall down on Glenn's good shoulder.

''I'm sorry.'' I sobbed, the words barely audible through my tears.

''It's okay,'' Glenn repeated. He kept repeating those words, making me calm down.

''It's gonna be okay.''

We had decided to leave Nicholas for now. My top priority was bringing Glenn back before he would bleed out.

We stumbled into the infirmary, oblivious as to what had happened. I assumed everyone was still at the meeting, discussing what to do with Rick.

Rosita, who was standing at Tara's bedside, immediately turned around as she heard us. Both of us were panting. Me, because of Glenn's weight leaning on me and Glenn because of his bullet wound. She helped me carry Glenn over to the counter so he could support himself on something.

''What happened?'' A silence stretched over us. I didn't want to say anything because I had been the one to pull the trigger. I had been the reason Nicholas wasn't with us right now. And that made me extremely uncomfortable.

''Nicholas tried to kill Glenn,'' I spoke up, my voice soft. ''so I killed him.''

''Oh shit.'' We heard and all of our heads looked up from the ground. Tara was sitting upright in her bed, smiling at us. Glenn let out a shaky sigh at the sight of Tara, who was looking as awesome as ever. I glanced over at the bedside that was next to Tara, expecting to see a familiar figure.

When I saw no one, panic surged through my body as I looked at the empty bed.

''Where is Noah?'' I spoke, rushing over to Rosita and gentle but firmly grabbing her by her arms. ''Where is he?'' The stress was clear in my voice and I could see Glenn have the same reaction as I did.

''He's fine, he wanted to go to the meeting. I think he's still there.'' She bit her lip, her mind going somewhere else. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her expression seemed thoughtful.

''What is it?''

''There was a shot, about 10 minutes ago. Pete and Reg are dead.'' My eyes widened and I turned to Glenn.

''I'll go check it out. You're gonna be alright?'' Glenn immediately nodded and just as I turned around to leave Maggie entered the infirmary. She took one glance at Tara, Glenn and me before worry spread across her features at the sight of her bloodied husband.

I didn't have time to explain it and left the infirmary quickly after greeting her. Leaving her confused at my behavior. My legs went as fast as they could, towards the place where the meeting would be.

Before I even arrived, there were several people crying and clutching onto each other. I could hear heart aching sobs coming from the spot. But before I could see what was going on, someone caught my attention.

The familiar jacket was wrapped around him, he was wearing a long-sleeved blue plaid under it. His crossbow was in his left hand and he was staring at the scene in front of him, his back turned to me.

''Daryl.'' I said and within a second he turned around. His eyes focused on me and I sprinted the few meters over to him, engulfing him in a hug. His strong arms wrapped around me and for a few seconds, I felt safe. As if nothing had happened and there was only Daryl. I breathed his scent into my nose, which was mixed with sweat. But it was a comfort and I didn't mind. I probably didn't smell any better.

He pulled back, sooner than I would have wanted, and looked at me from head to toe.

''What the hell happened to you?'' He growled, his hand shot up to my head and gently touched it, examining where the wound was.

''I'm fine.'' I breathed. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had been on my mind constantly the three days he was gone and now he was finally here again.

That's when I forced to snap my eyes over to the scene in front of me. Rick was standing in the center, his face bloodied and a bewildered look in his eye. Next to him on the ground was Pete, his head blown to bits. A few meters away was Reg, also on the ground. A pool of blood was surrounding him. There was a knife wound in his head, preventing him from turning.

Deanna was holding his hands, sobbing and whispering things to him. A lump formed in my throat at the sight of it. This wasn't what I had imagined would happen at all. I thought they were just going to talk.

Aaron was standing next to Daryl. Next to Aaron was the last person in this place. When my eyes fell on him surprise covered my features, but also a bit of excitement that he was still alive. When we left him, I thought he was going to die for sure. But here he was, looking better than ever.

''Morgan?