Amy got herself together, deciding they had to come up with a plan to escape the trailer. She stared out a window in the small space she had confined herself too and stared at the mob of walkers. The only thing that separated them from her was a pane of glass. The thought should have been terrifying but for some reason Amy felt numb to it. Living amongst the dead had become so routine that it felt as normal as going to the grocery store had before the world turned its dark corner.

Negan's words penetrated her heart and Amy thought about their relationship as she continued to stare at the walkers clawing at the window. She wondered if she should give him a break and take the situation for what it was. Sure, he had been having sex with a handful of women, but the world as they knew it was over. Was it fair to judge him for his choices prior to meeting her? His wife died, he struggled on his own for awhile and then he built up the Sanctuary only to have these women throw themselves at him. What was the harm in that?

Amy shook her head, noting that he hadn't disclosed any of that information to her. Still, if he was, indeed, being honest about not sleeping with them since they had crossed the line in their own relationship then was it so crazy to forgive him?

There was a light knock at the door and Amy swallowed hard. She took a deep breath and felt her stomach knot up when Negan's spoke quietly.

"Amy."

She hesitated before responding. "Yeah."

"I'm sorry," Negan said sincerely. "I haven't been this sorry in a long time." His voice was low and gravelly. "Hell, I haven't put in the effort into anybody but myself in long time." He cleared his throat, letting a melancholy tone hang in his tone. "I know I don't deserve it but we could be fucked here. Not just in here but the Sanctuary, we could lose it. I never thought it would happen but we could fuckin' lose this place. Now that I've found you I don't want to lose you. I don't want to start over, I want to fix it."

Amy closed her eyes, fighting with her pride for a moment before the reality of the situation hit her. She reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door, relieving them both of the confessional-style conversation they had begun.

When the door opened and she stood face-to-face with Negan there was nothing she could say. Her feelings were still too mixed up to make any kind of decision. Rather than say anything she pulled him to her and hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder as she pulled him tightly against her.

Negan closed his eyes and bowed his head, not knowing if he was crossing a line by leaving a fleeting kiss on her shoulder as she secured his body to hers.

Amy didn't let go. She just stood there and held him for a long moment until a decompressing breath she let out separated them.

Negan didn't know what the sensual gesture meant but he was thankful that he was somewhat back on Amy's good graces. He wanted to pull her to him and kiss her hard but he used all of his energy to restrain himself.

"We have to get out of here," he said, shifting his mind back to business. "I honestly have no fuckin' idea how."

Amy nodded and headed back into the main room. She paced the length of the nearly empty space with little to go with. There were no radios to communicate, no weapons; there was nothing

When a window broke and one of the walkers came through partway, Amy jumped and Negan hurried to pull her back, positioning himself in front of her. Without warning he reached for a stray broom handle on the floor and began slamming away at the walker's head until it was nothing but splattered blood and guts across the floor. Both of them stood there for a moment as the rest of the mob competed to get to broken window. Their pack mentality is what kept a second one from entering.

A lightbulb went off in Amy's head and she glanced at Negan, ignoring the growls and clawing walkers by the shattered window.

"I might have an idea.," she told him, "And it sucks.. but it worked.. once." Negan shifted his eyes to meet hers and Amy went on, squatting beside the dead walker. When she reluctantly swiped a handful of blood from the body and began rubbing it on her arms, he squinted his eyes.

"I'm not trying to be a dick but what the fuck are you doing?" He asked.

Amy continued to rub the blood over her body. "A friend of mine was stuck in a convenience store," she explained, "And he did this to get away from a mob as his last resort."

"And it worked.."

"It worked." Amy held up a hand and waved for Negan to give her the broom handle. She then proceeded to slam it into the next walker's head as it began to claw its way into the trailer.

Negan decided to put his trust into her and knelt down beside the two mangled walker bodies. Without another moment of hesitation he followed her lead and began covering himself in the guts and blood of the undead.

Amy sighed, trying not to gag as she applied it to her face and then finally stood up when both of them were covered head to toe.

Negan inched his way to the door, peering out at the destruction to his community and decided it was now or never. Their options were minimal and so he hoped for both of their lives that Amy's trick would work.

Amy let out a sigh and the two of them shared a look. When Negan reached for the door handle without breaking eye contact she gave a simple nod.

He glanced down at his hand now, knowing there was no going back. The reality was that they were either about to break loose and move forward, or be ripped apart.

"Open it." Amy's words of encouragement were all he needed and Negan flung the door open to meet the hungry eyes of hundreds of walkers.