Hey guys! I'm not even going to talk about last night's episode (6.15) because I could literally probably write another 8 pages about just that. Here's a list of six things I thought during the episode.

1. Wow guys, like EVERYONE doesn't have to go out to find Carol and Daryl. Like damn.

2. Wow guys, like Carol told you motherfuckers not to mess with her. #dontfuckwiththequeen

3. Wow Maggie, like that pixie cut though

4. Wow Glenn, you probs can't even use the bathroom without getting captured.

5. Wow Michonne, you really did take the damn protein bar.

6. Wow Daryl, you should've killed him when you had the chance. #reallyhopeitsshoulderblood

But, I do want to talk about Maggie's pain towards the end of the episode. Okay, so if we assume the worst and that it's a miscarriage then that means the baby is dead right? So if the baby is dead..doesn't that mean it's a walker? So wouldn't it try to eat Maggie from the inside out? So wouldn't Maggie die?

But, at the same time...WOULD she die? Because walker scratches don't kill people but bites do. But if the baby has no teeth then can it bite? Like if it's gums just chomp down that might hurt but would it kill Maggie? Because gums are sort of like guts and they cover themselves in guts all the time and nothing happens soo

But I guess that they always make sure no one has any open wounds before covering themselves so that it doesn't get into their blood stream.

So I think she would die. Bc if the baby dies inside her, even if it doesn't have teeth or isn't developed enough, the active walker virus is still inside of her and infecting the rest of her blood stream. So it would pretty much be like getting bit...sort of.

I mean I hope not. I want Maggie to live. I want Glenn to live. I want everyone to live lol. Like, Gabriel could go but that's about it tbh.

Okay so I guess I did talk about the episode..whatever.

Alright, anyways...this chapter is the last chapter of the four part thing I've been doing. It's long but explains a lot so I don't think it should get too boring. If it does stop reading it lol

Enjoy!

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee

"In your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head they are dyin'."

-Zombie.

-The Cranberries.

I came in and out of life like water washing up to the shore. In lulls, in lurches, in waves I could see the things going on around me. I saw Julie and Kristen. I saw lots of trees despite how dark it was. I could only hear a few things and when I did it was few and far between. I heard a lot of giggling at first, the two girls laughing at whatever spell they'd cast on us, that's what it felt like anyways. I heard tree branches rustling a few times before hearing what sounded like a gate opening. I tried to open my eyes but I was too tired. It was as if all the exhaustion I'd experienced in the apocalypse had caught up to me. I could barely move my feet or keep my body upright.

I felt Daryl next to me, though. I could hear his breath, heavy in sleep. A few times I thought he was trying to say my name, to make sure I was still here.

We entered a cold room. Daryl's heat radiated off of him and towards me. I felt that the room was bright, too well lit.

I heard a man laugh and I thought I might be starting to come to. Whatever trance I was in, I thought it was about to end.

The dark laugh continued for what felt like forever. Echoing and repeating itself until an eternity had passed. "Very nice girls." he said, pleased. "You know what to do."

"Yes sir." They both sang before giggling.

I felt hands on my bare chest, pushing me back until I fell on what felt like a chair.

"Glenn," I heard Julie's voice singing my name.

I looked around, my vision still blurry, and didn't see Daryl anywhere. I didn't feel him beside me anymore and that worried me.

"Don't worry." she said, her hands in my hair. "You'll see him again."

I blinked a few times. "What's going on?" I managed to slur.

"Just lay back," she said. "Relax."

I could see through my heavy eyes lids that she was slipping off her clothes.

"No," I said, growling to get my words out. "I'm married."

"Of course you are." she said. "But I don't see your wife here. Do you?"

I couldn't answer. My lips couldn't form the words to make her stay away.

Her nearly bare frame came walking towards me. All she wore was black lace underwear. I wondered where she'd even acquired something like that, recently.

I tried to stand up to leave but my legs didn't work. I couldn't move or even resist. It was like my muscles were jello.

She straddled me, only my boxers and her lace laid between us. Her lips trailed my chest until her mouth breathed into mine.

"Come on, Glenn." she said. "We know Maggie's pregnant. She can't be in the mood while she's like that."

"What?" I asked. "How do you-"

"We know. We know everything." she smirked, almost sympathetic.

Her small, warm hands were inviting on my face. I didn't like the way my body reacted to her touch.

"Get off me-" I tried to flinch away from her but nothing worked.

"Glenn," she said. "If you want to make it out of here tonight, if you want to make it out alive, all you have to do is listen. Just do what we say." she laughed. "If you're lucky, he might keep you intact for a little while longer."

"Who?" I asked, feeling less compelled now.

"You'll know soon." she said before kissing me again. My mind didn't have trouble resisting her but the same couldn't be said for my body.

Julie giggled and tipped her head back. "See? You just needed to warm up to me a little bit."

I shook my head. "No," I said. "Maggie's my wife."

"Forget about Maggie." she said. "You won't be seeing her again. Everything from now on will be easier if you just forget her."

She leaned in and I screamed into her mouth. "Let me go!" I pushed her away but my arms barely worked.

She barely fell back. "You shouldn't have done that." She picked up rope from off the floor and tied my arms and legs down to the chair.

I tried to call out for help. For Daryl, for Maggie, for anyone. My speech started to slur again.

Julie laughed. "The second wave." she nodded as she wrapped her legs around me again. "It'll be over soon." she said.

I felt her slip off my boxers. "No," I whispered as my eyes closed.

"Just relax." she said.

The trance I was in deepened and my unconscious got the best of me. In my sleep, I didn't know it wasn't Maggie. The shifting of skin against skin, the hands and fingertips that pressed into me, the way I pressed into her. It all felt similar enough that my unconscious mind was convinced. Like she was behind a curtain. I couldn't see who I was with, but since I was with them like this is had to be Maggie.

However, when I woke up, I was alert enough to know that it wasn't. Guilt flipped and turned within me, making me nauseous. The sickness was enough to cause me to start to wake. Idly, I wondered if this was how Maggie felt in the morning.

"Glenn!" I heard from right beside me, a few inches away. "Glenn, wake up."

It was Daryl. I hoped to open my eyes and see him waking me up for me to cover his shift on watch. I hoped to wake up and see Maggie next to me, sleeping. I hoped that the whole thing was just an awful dream.

However, when I opened my eyes, I was in the too bright room we had gone through before. This time it was filled with people.

I looked around, scanning the crowd of fifty or more people who crowded around me. They clapped as I awoke.

"Glenn!" I heard again. I turned to see Daryl. He was tied to a chair and I realized I still was too. I also realized the clothes he was wearing before were gone. I reluctantly looked down to see that I was also completely naked.

"Ah, gentlemen." a voice said, like a character from a 1940's movie star. I recognized it from earlier after the girls had brought us here. "Nice of you to join us."

"What is this?" I whispered to Daryl.

"I don't know. They've all been standing here waiting for you to wake up."

"I hope Julie and Kristen have welcomed you well. I sent my very best to fetch you." The girls walk up behind him and stood on either side. They each placed a kiss on his cheek.

"What's going on?" Daryl asked.

"I'll to get to that Mr. Dixon. Trust me, I'll explain." he smiled. "First I would like to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Clark but you can call me James. Most people here call me sir and I like it that way." the crowd chuckled in response.

"Look," I said. "We don't want any trouble."

"Of course not. And we don't either."

"Then what do you want?" Daryl asked.

James Clark almost grimaced. "Entertainment." he said.

I looked at Daryl, confused.

"Oh don't give such strange looks to each other." he said. "You have to admit this reanimated nonsense does get boring."

"I think bein' tied up gets boring." Daryl spat.

"Tsk, tsk, Daryl." he said. "Such attitude from you. Such spunk." he said. "Unfortunately, your type is always the hardest to work with."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"See, I was a writer before this. Before the entire world came crumbling down to dust, I wrote. I tried to be a novelist, but found it wasn't for me. Novels often contain such rambling and such nonsense. Insignificant, sometimes. Such a waste."

He paused for so long that I felt compelled to speak. "And after that?" I asked.

"Thank you for asking, Mr. Rhee." he smiled. "I tried out song writing for a few years but found that music wasn't exactly my cup of tea. Besides, most labels and companies wouldn't buy any of my lyrics. They all claimed that the message was too dark."

I swallowed nervously but didn't let it show on my face.

"I found I needed to have more fun with writing. I needed to make it like a big game for it to be entertaining to me. Isn't that what the best things in life are anyways? Fun? Playful? Entertaining?

I tried to remain calm. Obviously, he liked conversation. If I could drag this out longer maybe someone from home would come looking for us. "So," I paused. "What did you decide on? What do you write now?" I asked.

He smirked for a moment. "Poetry. The words make the entire craft one big word game. It's beautiful."

"You're The Poets?" Daryl asked.

I filled up with rage. My face became hot. "You're the one who left those pills for Maggie!" I yelled, remembering the reason why I was here to begin with. "You piece of shit!" I thrashed in my chair.

Suddenly a knife was at my throat. I could see they had one at Daryl's too.

I tried to remain calm and not move. I looked over at Daryl and he was looking back at me. He turned to the man. "What's the point of this? Why are we here?"

"As I said before, I'll get to it."

Why was this taking so long? Why didn't they just kill us? What sick hell were they running here?

My mind spun. I tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Wait," I said. "Entertainment?" He had mentioned it before.

He smirked in a way that let me know I was on the correct, twisted path to realizing why we were tied up and not dead. "That's correct Mr. Rhee." he nodded.

"Glenn, what're you thinking?" Daryl asked beside me.

"Yes Glenn what are you thinking?" James nodded at the girls who held the knives and they backed away.

"On the map we found. I-" I closed my eyes, trying to look through my mind to find an answer. "All those words. The Latin words."

"Mmmhmm." James Clark said. I watched as the crowd leaned in to hear what I was saying.

"Panem et Circenses." I said, opening my eyes. "Bread and circuses. Food and entertainment."

Daryl looked confused. The crowd clapped and cheered as I discovered the meaning of why we were here. For their amusement.

"'Everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses." James Clark closed his eyes in a romantic way and those around him clapped. "How beautiful it is. How true, how relevant." he sighed the opened his eyes. "That's a very old passe from the Roman satirical poet, Juvenal." he smiled. "Very good Mr. Rhee."

"I still don't understand why we're here."

"Yeah, you got us all tied up. Holdin' us and shit. Why not just slit our fuckin' throats and be done with us already?" Daryl asked.

"Ugh," James Clark acted appalled. "How boring! How blaze`! No, no." he came closer to us. "Death, out of everything in life, should be the most exciting." his eyes met mine. "It should be the most entertaining."

He walked away. "That's what we do here. In this world, ridden with death and sorrow, we have fun with what we're dealt. I'm sure you both know how the story goes."

"Remind us." I said.

He nodded. "A man has to eat." he said, his eyes blank, without remorse. "But what's dinner, without a show?"

"Julie, Kristen, bring out the entertainment."

"Yes sir," they giggled. The two girls went to the side of the room and opened up a door.

The first thing that came from the room was the smell. It was a rancid and vile stench that, even nowadays when everything stunk, stood out as particularly foul.

Then it was the people. Or the pieces of humans who has once been people.

There were at least fifteen of them. I couldn't make sense of it.

They were humans, but they were mutilated to bits. They didn't look like people anymore. Between the lack of limbs and the dead eyes, they were just fragments of what they once were.

"What the hell is this?" Daryl said from beside me.

Men and women who were missing more parts than what they had. Some looked like they were younger than Carl. Barely ten-years-old, maybe.

They formed a line. The man who stood the tallest of them had his right leg and half of his left. He also had half of both his arms, like they had been cut off at the elbows. He was the most fortunate by far.

There was a woman who had one arm but no hands and half of both her legs, like she was always walking on her knees. She clung to a man with both arms who was about her height. I assumed they were husband and wife, or had at least known each other before this happened to them.

There was one body at then end. Both legs were chopped away at the thigh, and the shoulders were what remained of the arms. It appeared to be a small child, a girl. The way her body had been cut apart made balancing an impossibility. She toppled over to her side until a man with most of his arm left came over to help her up.

Daryl was crying in his chair. I didn't have any words for what I was seeing either. My eyes filled up with tears and my sickness returned to my stomach. I leaned over in my chair to gag but nothing came up.

"Not exactly for the faint of heart, I know." James Clark spoke, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "However, things do get better from here."

I could barely see him through the tears that blurred my eyes.

James turned to one of the people beside him, who I assumed acted like a servant.

A large ax was placed in James Clark's hands. He walked up to the group of mutilated people on the floor.

"This is the part of the show where we let our crowd participate!" he clapped his hands together and the audience of monsters cheered.

He raised his ax over the people and the audience cheered louder and louder as he got closer. I realized that as they cheered, they were picking their dinner.

The crowd of people cheered loudest once he reached the tallest man at the end. The man shook his head furiously, fear ridden. He raised his ax and took the shortened arm of the man.

James' ax came down on the man's shoulder. Blood splattered across the room. I felt the warm substance on my face.

The man passed out from the pain and stopped moving.

The people in the crowd raised their hands and voices to cheer on James.

He took the arm and brought it back to the crowd. A table appeared and two men came up with butcher knives to cut it apart.

James turned back to us. "And now, for the real entertainment."

The butchers on either side of him threw out parts of the arm to the mutilated people.

"Alright my entertainers, lunch time." James cooed as the crowd clapped.

I watched as the "entertainers" as James had called them, moved together to reach the bloody scraps on the floor. They crawled and scooted together until, those who had hands, could grab it. They fed each other the man's arm.

I shivered in horror. They were eating themselves.

"Oh God, are they-" Daryl shivered but couldn't finish his sentence.

"Oh, Daryl. Don't be so squeamish. It surprises me that you're reacting this way." James said. "They are everyone's food source. Even their own." he shrugged.

I shook in disgust.

"Now, my entertainers are usually made up of the people I find on the road, like yourselves. Or, people who find us and come seeking the help that Terminus offered them. However, I can't decide about you two." He walked closer to us, blood covered ax still in hand.

"Glenn, you're so smart. So sneaky." he said. "Perhaps you could be useful to me." he turned and went behind me so I couldn't see him anymore. I saw his shadow on the floor in front of me. He raised his ax in the air. "Then again, perhaps not."

I screamed as I waited for pain. The audience in front of me laughed at my fear.

"I guess we'll find out."

I twisted my arms within the rope. He hadn't cut me free, but he hadn't cut my hands off either.

"Daryl, you however, are much more complicated." he said. "You're too hard to control, too hard to manage." he smirked. "Like I said, you're so spunky."

"Man, fuck you!" Daryl said through his tears.

"Thank you for making my point, Mr. Dixon." He cut Daryl's rope loose but held his wrist. "That will make this a lot easier."

James held the ax over his head. With one swift motion he struck down on Daryl's elbow.

Blood splattered again, hitting me and James. I heard a lot of it land on the floor in front of him.

The ax was in the air, then back on Daryl's arm.

He screamed out. "Shit!" he cried, tears and blood running down his cheeks.

"Daryl!" I cried out.

Daryl screamed in pain and I wondered how he was even still awake. The pain had to be unbearable.

James laughed and licked Daryl's blood off his face. "Once more should do it."

The ax came down one more time and it was done. Daryl's right arm was completely severed.

James held Daryl's arm in his hand. He dropped the ax at his feet and walked towards the crowd.

Daryl's bloody forearm dragged on the pavement as James carried it. I looked over to Daryl.

"Daryl!" I yelled again through my tears. "Daryl!"

"Glenn," he barely was able to whisper. He was losing too much blood too quickly.

The crowd cheered. I looked over to see Daryl's arm in James' hand, he was holding it over his head, like a victory stance.

"Friends," James started. "Tonight, we are full!"

The crowd roared with joy and satisfaction.

"Tonight, we are-" A gun shot rang out and James Clark hit the floor. Many of the crowd ran to his rescue.

I looked behind the crowd, where the shot had came from. I saw Maggie and Beth running through the crowd. Beth's rifle rang out as she scanned her aim across the audience. Many of them fell to the ground.

Those who remained went after Maggie. She kicked and punched, knocking them out so they fell away from her. Those who got too close, she shot and killed.

She created a clear path and ran over to me.

"Maggie!" I called as she reached for my rope.

Just then there was a knife on my throat.

"Ah ah ah Maggie." a voice from behind me warned. I recognized it as Julie's.

"Get away from him you dumb bitch." Maggie said through her teeth. Her eyes were filled with rage.

"Can't." Julie said. "We need him for just a little bit longer. You understand."

Maggie cocked her gun. "I'll kill you." Her tone was matter-of-fact.

Julie moved her head on either side of mine so Maggie couldn't get a clear shot.

"Maggie," I warned. "Don't." Her eyes fled to mine quickly, filled with fear, then back to the girl.

"Yeah Maggie. Don't." Julie said from behind me. Her breath was hot in my ear and her tongue flicked my ear lobe. "I think he likes it. He did earlier."

"Get away from him." she growled, again.

I heard Julie laughed as she traced kisses down my jawline and neck.

Maggie glared at her in frustration, unsure what to do.

I looked at her and her eyes met mine. "I'm sorry." I said.

I turned my head so Julie's mouth was on mine. I felt as her knife came away from my throat. She was too distracted.

Just then Maggie's gun went off. Julie's lips fell off mine as her body toppled to the ground.

"Maggie," I said as she came over to me. She cut my wrists loose and I reached out for her.

However, she avoided my embrace. "Maggie, I-"

"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone cold.

"I'm fine." I said. "Daryl-" I started to speak but she had already taken off towards him.

I looked over to the other chair, Beth was on her knees, trying to cut Daryl loose.

She held up her gun and fired random shots, killing the poets who came near them. Some of the bodies were starting to turn. Their bodies dragged the ground until they could walk towards us.

One of the walkers was behind Maggie as she tried to help Beth fight off the others.

I fired and the bullet flew right by her ear. Maggie winced in pain and she reached for the top of her ear. When she pulled away her fingers were bloody. She looked at me, furious.

"Maggie, I'm sorry. There was a-"

"A little help here!" Beth called from the ground.

Maggie ran over to her and pushed the bodies around her to the ground. Alive or dead she started stomping their skulls.

I fled to the ground to help Beth cut the rope from his ankles and other wrist.

"How'd you find us?" I asked.

"Carol helped us figure out where you would be. After we weer on the road it wasn't hard. These people aren't good at coverin' tracks." she said.

"Do you know how to get out of here?" I asked.

"Yeah and we got a car parked a few miles out but we gotta carry Daryl there first."

Between the two of us we were finally able to cut him free. With her help I was able to throw him over my shoulder.

Beth stood and fired into the room to make sure my blind spots were clear. However, no one was left.

Beside the few people who had been knocked out and left moaning on the ground, everyone was dead.

"Let's go! Lead the way!" I told Beth.

"Maggie," she said.

I turned to look at her. She was flailing as she stomped the skulls. Her pants were blood soaked up to her knees.

"Maggie." I said, though she didn't hear me. I walked over to her, carrying Daryl still. "Come on!"

"They probably have others comin'. We need to get out of here!" Beth said as she opened a hatch in the side of one of the walls that I hadn't noticed.

"Maggie!" I yelled as she kept killing. She still didn't turn. "Maggie, let's go!" I yelled at her. I reached out for her arm.

As my fingertips brushed her sleeve she flinched away. "Don't touch me!" she yelled.

Her eyes met mine. They were filled with rage and tears. I realized though that the anger she carried wasn't for the poets, it was for me.

"Don't touch me." she repeated. My arm dropped.

"Let's go!" Beth said.

Maggie focused and maneuvered Daryl so that his arms, or what was left of them, were over our shoulders and hit feet dragged the ground between us.

Beth opened the hatch and I looked back at the room. I saw James Clark start to sit up and two other men crawled over to help him.

I heard a door latch and looked over to see the "entertainer's" door close.

James eyes meet mine and he raised his ax above his head, unsteadily.

"Hurry!" I told Beth.

The ax was launched across the room just as we hurried in.

I heard it hit the wall and fall to the floor.

"Come on!" Beth said as she ran down whatever corridor we were now in.

I looked over at Maggie, but she wouldn't look back at me.

Alright so now the Poets are fully introduced (maybe). So I've been doing some story mapping and I really like where it's headed. It should really pick up from here.

Also I hope this story doesn't get irrelevant if Glenn or Maggie dies on the show.

THEY'RE BOTH IN SUCH GREAT DANGER!

AHHH WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?

WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?!

who am i kidding this story already is irrelevant

I have some of the next chapter written out already so 'll try to have it up like tomorrow or Wednesday.

As always leave me a review telling me what the name and sex of the baby should be. Also leave me a review telling me all your predictions and thoughts about the show. RANT IT UP I WANNA HEAR IT!

HEY ALSO LEAVE A REVIEW TELLING ME WHAT YOUR FAVE GLENN/MAGGIE FICS ARE AND WHERE I CAN READ THEM.

I REALLY WANT TO READ SOME GOOD ONES SO TELL ME WHAT SOME ARE.

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THANKS FOR READING!

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee

p.s. Negan is coming and if that doesn't fucking terrify you then idk what will