Anna sat alone in Marley's cell. She hadn't left anything behind when they left for Fort Benning – clearly Marley hadn't planned on coming back. They hadn't planned on a lot of things.

"What happened out there, Anna?" Rick asked, his voice soft – as if she were some sort of frightened child. Maybe she was. Rick and Daryl stood around her as Hershel stitched the wound on her thigh – just a graze, really.

"Marley and I stopped for gas," she replied, trying to keep her voice even. Now wasn't the time to deal with what she had done. "We had a disagreement. It got ugly."

"Disagreement over what?"

"Fort Benning," she hissed as Hershel tugged her wound closed. "She said…." Anna trailed off. She wondered if Rick would understand why she couldn't bring Fort Benning down on Woodbury. She wondered if Fort Benning would have come down on the prison. "They would have killed everyone," she whispered. She didn't meet any of their eyes, too afraid of what she might see there. "Including us."

She didn't know if that was a lie, and she wasn't willing to risk finding out. But it had been enough for Rick to decide they would steer clear of Fort Benning.

Everyone was either packing what they could reasonably take with them, loading the cars, or working on the cars to make sure they were even moveable. But Anna was inside, staring at the blank wall across from her, counting the cracks in the paint.

Anna didn't know why she had come here. Was she looking for some sort of solace? Some sort of answer to why things happened the way they did? For forgiveness?

"I killed her."

They were alone now, Hershel having finished cleaning up her injuries and Rick having gotten the information he needed.

Daryl looked to her, his face unreadable. Anna found herself wishing, not for the first time, that she could read minds. At least his.

"She was trying to kill me," she explained. "I thought… I thought we could work it out."

Daryl shook his head at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him.

"Wasn't your fault," he muttered as he pressed his lips to her hair.

He was right. She knew he was right. So, why was guilt gnawing at her insides? Anna's eyes watered, and she wiped at the few tears that managed to trail down her face. She picked her bag off the ground and stood up as she sniffled.

There was too much to do and too little time for Anna to have a crisis. She needed to keep her head. With a final glance around the cell, she set her shoulders and limped out.

The air nipped at her cheeks as Anna pulled her thin jacket tighter around her body. Everyone was gathered around Glenn as he laid out sticks and debris in a two-dimensional replica of the prison.

"Rick, Daryl and Michonne you'll be here," Glenn stated, placing a bright orange piece of plastic next to one of the corners where there was supposed to be a door. "Once they go inside, you'll lure them into the corridors. Let the walkers deal with them."

"Maggie, Carol and I will take the courtyard and fire on anyone who makes it out of the tombs."

"What about me?" Anna asked, crouching to get a better look at the layout.

Daryl scoffed. "You're gonna be in the woods with Hershel—"

"No," Glenn interjected, looking up to her. "You were in Woodbury. Tell me about their firepower."

Anna pursed her lips. The search party from Fort Benning had left with a lot of heavy firepower. After Woodbury murdered those soldiers, The Governor took that firepower.

"It'll be pretty heavy. I'd suggest sticking behind the cement planks and watch towers."

"Got any ideas on how to deal with that?" Rick asked, hands on his hips.

Anna peered into the field at the barbed wire traps. She knew somewhere in the grass were spiked planks that would make quick work of any tire that tried to roll over them.

At Fort Benning, Anna had been trained to use, strip, and clean every weapon in their arsenal, which had quite the selections. She didn't doubt that she could dismantle any weapons Woodbury would be carrying.

"We stick with the plan," Anna started, turning back to the others, "draw them away from their vehicles, I'll go through and take out the heaviest of their firepower," she explained, taking a shard of red plastic and placing it roughly where the field would be in Glenn's replica.

"I don't like it," Daryl grumbled.

Anna looked over her shoulder to stare at him standing just behind her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's our best option," she sighed, standing and facing him. "I'll be fine," Anna assured, reaching out to gently grip his elbow. She forced him to meet her eyes until he finally nodded his assent.

She wasn't about to admit how terrified she was.

Anna's heart was racing in time with the low rumble of the engines, rifle clutched to her chest as she crouched behind the East tower. The Woodbury soldiers had started firing as soon as they crossed the first gate into the field. Someone had subverted her expectations and come armed with a small rocket launcher, with which they blew up two of the other watch towers. Other than that, everything was going according to plan.

One of the four trucks got caught on the spiked plank in the grass, and the small army filed into the prison. She knew she didn't have a whole lot of time to complete her side of the plan, so the second the last soldier disappeared, she sprinted for the truck with a mounted turret. It was one of the vehicles the Fort Benning search party had taken weeks ago.

She clambered into the back of the truck and set to work, pulling pieces from the turret until she was sure it wouldn't work without divine intervention, or she put it back together. Anna was busy smirking at her handiwork when Glenn, Maggie, and Carol started firing on the Woodbury army.

Anna scrambled off the back of the truck and went to run for the East side of the prison when she skidded to a halt. She glared at the rifle pointed at her face.

"It's jammed!" Shouted someone from atop the truck she'd just vacated.

Martinez didn't say a word as he stared wide-eyed at her. He was hesitating. Anna just met his stare, still clutching the gun to her body.

"Go," Martinez finally hissed, lowering his gun and turning from her to jump into the driver's seat of the truck.

The gunfire trained on the Woodbury soldiers and the rapid retreat of the vehicles kept everyone's attention off her as she sprinted for the East side of the prison, dodging walkers, shooting any that got too close. Anna could see Maggie, Glenn, and Carol darting in and out of the cement palates, firing on the retreating Woodbury soldiers. But she didn't stop running until she'd made it inside the East tower, her lungs burning.

Anna pulled her inhaler from her pocket and brought the puffer to her lips. She squeezed down, but no medicine came out. Idly, almost disinterested, she looked on the back and found her puff amount was now at zero.

"Shit."

"We did it!" Maggie cheered, engulfing Anna in a tight, one-armed hug as she approached the group.

Anna allowed herself to grin in return as Maggie pulled away.

"Yeah." She felt a sort of comfort at the smile on Maggie's face, comfort that they hadn't lost anyone. But it felt overshadowed by the lingering question of did we kill anyone?

"You good?" Daryl asked as he came up to stand beside Anna, his hand resting on her shoulder.

Anna nodded, keeping her face carefully neutral as she posed her question.

"Did they leave anyone behind?" She hoped it came off as detached, almost annoyed at the thought.

"They all ran," He offered quietly, softly squeezing her shoulder before he pulled away.

"We should go after them, finish it," Michonne insisted, taking an earnest step towards Rick.

"It is finished. Didn't you see them hightail it out of here?" Maggie retorted, her voice almost pleading. Anna wanted to agree with Maggie, believe that the conflict had come to a solid end. But she knew better. They all did.

"They could regroup. We can't risk it," Glenn sighed.

"So, you want to go to Woodbury?" Maggie scoffed. "We barely made it back the last time."

"I don't care," Daryl huffed. "We finish this, once and for all."

Anna clenched her jaw. "They're right, Maggie."

Rick ran a hand down his face, staring out into the field.

"Yeah."

Anna dumped the contents of her back pack onto her bunk and sifted through it briefly before she decided there was nothing that she needed to take with her on their trip to Woodbury. She zipped the bag closed.

"Anna?"

She turned to see Carl standing at the entrance to her cell, leaning idly against the bars. But she could see the stiffness in his stance.

"What's up kid?" Anna asked, tossing the bag onto the bunk atop the rest of her belongings.

"What happened to Marley?" He asked, carefully avoiding her gaze.

Anna's stomach dropped. It made sense that he'd be curious.

"She…." Anna trailed off, trying to find the right way to phrase it.

"Did you kill her?"

Anna grimaced. Carl was smart, observant. It was easy to forget that. Anna sighed heavily. Carl was getting older; she didn't need to sugarcoat everything. But she wondered what effect it would have on him. How old was he now?

"Yes," she finally said.

"I killed someone," he muttered.

"Carl…" Anna began. "Your mom was—"

"Out in the woods."

Anna shut her mouth and stared at the boy, suddenly feeling like she may vomit. She swallowed hard and knelt in front of him so that she had to look up at him. She reached for him but thought better of it.

"He was from Woodbury. He had a gun," he explained, still refusing to look at her. "I was protecting us."

Anna nodded slowly. "Carl… are you okay?"

"I did what I had to do," he asserted. "I'm fine."

The words fell like lead between them. Carl was talking to her for a reason. He assumed she would understand. And she did. He was trying to explain it to himself as much as he was trying to explain it to her. Trying to find some comfort, some sort of affirmation that he had made the right call.

"Do you regret killing Marley?" The question was biting, almost accusatory, as if any answer other than no would be a betrayal. Anna had no idea where to start.

Anna pressed her forehead into Daryl's back, her arms wrapped around his torso, the wind biting at her hands. Daryl hadn't exactly been happy that Anna was joining them on their mission to Woodbury, but she had insisted, climbing onto the back of his motorcycle with finality.

In truth, Anna was only going in the hopes of convincing Rick to join the two groups. A hope that had seemed so farfetched to Marley. Anna let out a long breath. It seemed everything Anna thought, did, or said led back to Marley and their confrontation.

She felt Daryl's hand fall over hers, warming her skin with his touch and all thoughts of Marley and false hope left her mind.

"Somethin' up ahead," he called, the wind catching his voice.

She peered over his shoulder as he pulled up to the Woodbury trucks, abandoned on the side of the road. What was left of the Woodbury army was scattered around the area, some as walkers feasting on the others.

Anna grimaced as Daryl stood from his bike. They climbed off, joined by Michonne and Rick. Daryl and Michonne made quick work of the immediate threats while Anna followed Rick down the road, inspecting the vehicles as they passed.

She jumped back at the sound of something slamming against the window of one of the military trucks and looked up to see a woman staring back at them, terrified. Anna raised her rifle, keeping it trained on the woman as Daryl pulled the door open and yanked the woman out.

"What happened here?" Rick demanded.

"The Governor, he— Oh my god," she sputtered. "He just—he killed everyone." Tears started streaming down her face, and Anna could see that this woman wasn't a soldier - she was barely a survivor. Just one of the lucky ones.