We are on our way to ocean side. Tara said that they have guns that could help in the fight, and maybe, if we're lucky, they'll join us. I hope they do, because we'll need everyone we can get to win this war.

I sit beside Daryl with his new crossbow in hand. He looks straight ahead with a determined look. I put my hand on his arm and he looks at me.

"We got this. No one has to die today." I tell him.

He nods and looks forward again. I take my hand off his arm and look to tara in the front seat.

"So, how many people do they have?" I ask her.

"Around 60 to 80 women. They're very secluded though." She tells me.

"Wait, just women?" I ask her.

"Yea, Negan took out all of the men. Why?" She asks.

Oh shit.

"I was there." I tell her.

"What?" She asks in confusion.

"I was there." I say raising my voice, "I helped kill their men!"

VVVVVVVV

"Sam, my pretty little badass. Why don't you do the honors of leading this assault." Negan says with a smile.

I hesitantly nod, "yes sir."

I walk towards the small settlement and load my rifle. I hear people yelling once they spot me and people run towards shelter. But I don't let them get that far. I open fire on the men first. My orders are to spare the women.

I've taken down at least six men when a bullet sweeps right above my eye, leaving a gash in my eyebrow. I look to my right and spot an older man with a pistol pointed at my head. I walk towards him slowly raising my hands as I go. I put the rifle along my back and continue to walk towards him slowly. He lowers his guard and when I see the opportunity, I take it.

He lowered his guard just enough that he never saw me coming. I sprint suddenly and he impulsively takes a shot, but misses. I tackle him to the ground and punch him in the face. He releases the gun and I quickly take it and point it at his head. He puts his hands on the barrel and desperately tries to push it away but I punch him in the face again. His grip slacks just enough for the barrel to point at his face again and I take my shot.

Blood sprays on my face and his body goes limp. I hear screams from behind me and stand to look at who they're from. A woman tries to run towards who I assume was her husband but a few other women hold her back.

"No natania, we have to go!" One woman says.

She continues to scream and fight, but they pull her away.

I hear clapping and a chuckle coming from my side and I look only to see negan with a big grin on his face.

"What a show! You know, you may be one hell of a prick sometimes, but you never disappoint. Well done. Now what do ya say we hunt down some more of these pricks?" He asks in a low tone.

I nod, "Sure thing boss"

VVVVVVVVVVV

"I killed a lot of their people that day. It was the day that I lost my mind." I tell them.

Rick looks at me with concern in the rear view mirror but I just look out the window. I close my eyes and bid those memories away. I feel Daryl bump shoulders with me.

"Well don't worry. We'll get these guns and kill them pricks tomorrow. Ain't nobody at oceanside got to get hurt. Alright?" He says.

I nod, "okay. And maybe on the bright side, they'll want revenge. That could be enough for them to help us fight." I tell them.

Rick nods, "good. We'll need them."

It takes a few more hours to reach the outskirts of oceanside, but when we get there, we begin to formulate a plan. It's decided that tara will try to convince their leader, who I now know is Natania, to give over the guns and maybe even fight with us. We give her five minutes to negotiate, but after the five minutes is up, we will round up their people and play bad cop. Only they will be doing this, I won't be.

When everything is gone over and roles are given, everyone takes off to get into position. Except before Rick takes off, I grab his shoulder and turn him around to face me.

"I can't do this." I tell him.

"Yes you can. Your past doesn't matter anymore. You're one of us now." He says.

"No, you don't understand, I can't go. The leader was the wife of the man I killed that day. She knows me, and if she sees me, then she'll think you're part of Negans crew out to kill them. If I go, then our plan won't work, and I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." I tell him.

He sighs and looks at his feet. He thinks for a minute before finally nodding, "okay." He says looking at me again, "stay here with the cars. We'll come get you when we get the guns." He says.

I nod and smirk, "Getting cocky grimes?" I tease.

He just smiles and walks away.

I turn around and sit in the car, waiting for them to return.

VVVVVVVVV

It isn't but fifteen minutes later and I begin to hear the familiar growls of walkers. Except these sound a little different than what they normally do. I look outside and see barnical and seaweed infested walkers rising from the nearby waters.

"Oh shit." I says to myself.

I pull out my knife and wait for them to pass before making a move. I slowly and quietly get out of the car and follow the herd towards the direction of oceanside. Slowly and steadily, I creep up on walkers and take out as many as I can.

Then, I feel a hand on my boot. It pulls me down and I turn around to see a walker with no legs gnawing on the sole of my boot. I kick it off and try to get up again when another pushes me down, this time, it's trying to gnaw on my shoulder. I keep the one near my head propped up on my left hand while I bring my heel down on the one at my feet. I dome that mother fuckers head in and grab my knife and quickly insert it into the skull of the one to my left. It goes limp and I shove it away from me.

I stand up and inspect myself for scratches or bites, but thankfully find none. I smile at myself and dust my clothes off.

"Damn I'm good." I say to myself with a smirk.

By now, I hear gunshots and the sounds of bodies hitting the ground. I crouch down and go towards the sound and find that they're only shooting at the herd. Luckily, I took out about ten of the walkers from the herd, reducing the size a little bit. I sneak away so I don't risk one of them spotting me and head back to the car.

Once I'm back at the car, it doesn't take long after the quarrel with the herd until they return with good news. I walk over and look at Rick with a questioning face.

Rick walks up to me and nods, "we got the guns. But they won't be joining us." He says.

I smile and nod, "Well at least we have guns. And with those, we'll have a chance at flipping a metaphorical bird to negan." I say with a smirk.

He just chuckles, "good." He says and turns toward the group, "alright, lets load em' up and head home. We have a lot to do before tomorrow." He says.

Then they all get in the trucks and head off, except for Daryl. I walk over to the beach and he follows. We just look out to the ocean in silence.

"Why didn't you go to load the guns up?" I ask him.

"Because I don't want you to have to be alone. I saw where you killed them walkers in the woods." He says.

"So?" I ask.

"I saw where you musta' had a struggle. You alright?" He asks.

I nod and smile, "yea, I'm great actually."

He chuckles, "why's that?" He asks.

"Because, for the first time in a long time, I feel like everything's going right. Tomorrow, we're going to take on Negan and I have a feeling we're gonna win. Then I'll finally have justice for archer, and maybe I can move on. He'd want me to." I tell him looking at him.

He nods.

"Why don't you go check on them, see if they need help." I tell him.

He nods, "alright." He says and walks away.

I continue to look out at the sea and think about a life without Negan. One that isn't filled with tyranny and death. But one that is easy going, and better. One where I feel better knowing that Archer was avenged, and I smile.

VVVVVVVVVV

We just just got back from oceanside when we spot Rosita.

"Hey are you okay? Where's Sasha?" Rick asks.

"We have a visitor." She says.

"Who?" Rick says.

It better not be Negan.

"Follow me." She says.

She walks us down the streets of alexandria, into a basement of one of the apartments.

It is a small concrete room and to our right is a jail cell. But who's in the jail cell is what pisses me off.

Dwight.

I instantly lunge for him and try to punch him in the face, but I'm held back by Michonne and Rick.

"What the fuck is he doin here." I ask in outrage.

I look around and see that Daryl has been restrained too and now paces the floor not taking his eyes off of Dwight.

"He says he wants to help." Rosita says.

"Oh that's the biggest load of bullshit i've ever heard come out of that pricks mouth." I say.

Rick holds his hand up behind him as he walks forward, signaling for me to stop.

"Is that true? You want to help?" Rick asks him.

Dwight nods, "I do."

Rick nods and looks to the ground before raising his revolver to his head and looking him dead in the eyes, "okay," he says as he pulls the hammer back, "Get on your knees."

VVVVVVVVVV

Hey, it's the Sentinel here. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. You guys always make me smile when I read your comments and reviews. I hope that this chapter was okay. I've thought a lot about how I want to shape this character and let me just say that there will be a lot of good things headed her way in the future. Maybe there will be new romances. Let me know of what you would like to see in her future whether it be with her and her development as a character or relationships with friends or maybe even with potential romances. And again, thank you so much!

-The Sentinel