Marilyn sunk against Negan's chest as he hugged her hard for an extra long moment before he finally pulled back.

"Thank you," he told her, looking her directly in the eye.

She smiled and kissed him again before Negan pulled back again.

"We have to go," he told her, looking around.

"Where are we?"

"We'll figure that shit out in a minute." Negan continued to glance around and then walked over toward an oversized rock by a collection of trees. He proceeded to grab it, haul it back and drop it down over the top of the entrance to the tunnel they had just come out of. With a deep breath he stared down at it for a moment, contemplating if it would hold and then looked at Marilyn, "Let's go."

She nodded and latched onto his hand as he reached out for her and the two of them began a hike through the woods.

"Where are the weapons?" he asked her.

Marilyn released his hand for a moment to shuffle through one of the bags she was carrying and then handed him two knives and a gun.

Negan grinned wide and tucked the knives away, still holding the gun in one hand and then slipped his fingers back through hers. "You tired?"

"No." She shook her head.

"Good... because we might not be stopping all night."

"I won't stop for days if that's what it takes."

"That's my girl." Negan winked and the two of them discovered the first beaten path and decided to take it. On the way they encounter stray walkers in packs of no more than five or six. With ease they took them down or avoided them all together as they continued to walk into the unknown. This time the march wasn't as strenuous. They were both above ground in the fresh air and soon came across a brick building with a parking lot full of cars.

"The undead," Marilyn whispered as they approached, "I hear them."

"Yeah..." Negan's eyes scanned the area as they approached the lot, "They're here. Someone rammed through the fence." He pointed, "So maybe we have a fuckin' chance to get a car working." When she let out a sigh he turned to her and slowly smiled, "Know how to hot wire a car honey?"

She smiled, "No."

"Well... let's see what the fuck we can do with this shit." Negan towed her with him and carefully led her to the parking lot attempting not to draw the attention of the walkers nearby. When they got to the first car he carefully opened the driver's side door and looked around as he did. "Keep your eyes open for me." He tossed his two bags into the back seat.

Marilyn nodded and kept a lookout while Negan checked the ignition, cursing when the keys weren't in there and then proceeded to check the glove box and center compartment. When there was nothing he slipped beneath the steering wheel. "Hand me a flashlight doll."

She reached into the pocket of her jeans and then handed it over, watching for a moment as he gripped it between his teeth and worked at the wires like a mechanic.

Marilyn stared around the darkness watching the trees and listening to the growls nearby. She reached for a knife of her own in case the walkers happened to come toward them and made sure she was alert from all angles. Each second that passed she prayed that someone wouldn't show up, or that a larger group of walkers wouldn't emerge.

If we can get this car working we're golden, she thought.

Negan tried his best to match up the wires after pulling everything apart. He remained calm, noting Marilyn's extreme efforts to get them to where they were. He owed it to her to remain even-tempered in order to give the hot-wiring his best shot. It wasn't a skill he was profound at but had success on two other occasions. Still, it had been a long while and he really focused.

Marilyn alternated between watching the area and glancing down as Negan toyed with the wires.

"Come on you motherfucker," he whispered, touching two wires together. There was a spark and some twitching between the wires but nothing igniting.

Inside she felt like cheering him on, but tapped her foot anxiously as clicking noises erupted and died out several times. "Come on," she said quietly, closing her eyes for a moment before refocusing on the world around them.

"Damn fuckin' thing," Negan huffed, "Start." The engine sounded like it would roll over but each time it was a teaser.

"Some are coming this way," Marilyn informed him as he continued to struggle.

"Get the bags in the car." He never took his eyes off the task in front of him.

"Should I go after them before they get here?"

"No," Negan instructed, "Get the bags in the car and then get in the passenger side."

"Okay." She looked around, "What if..." Marilyn didn't finish the thought. She did what he said and opened the back seat as he continued to get the engine to purr only to hear it die down again. She then hurried around the side of the car and saw that the walkers in the back lot were alerted by the constant rumble of the engine.

When she opened the door and continued to look around Negan called to her, still holding the flashlight between his teeth. "Get in."

"They're coming Negan." She hopped in and shut the door behind her.

"Start you mother fucker!" he shouted now at the car.

Marilyn swallowed hard as the walkers grew closer. She looked out the window and then at Negan on the floor of the driver's side with his legs exposed to whatever was out there. She wanted to say something to him but knew there was nothing she could say to better the situation.

The engine was dying to roll over and Negan's demands turned to a overbearing beg. "Please you fucking fuck!" He knew his shouts wouldn't matter now that the undead had been alerted to their presence.

"Negan..." Marilyn's voice was more panicky now.

"Come on..." He grinded his teeth into the metal and furiously clicked the wires together.

Marilyn's eyes grew wider and she felt an ache in her chest. "They're here..." A walker's palm slammed down on the window and Negan's hands worked faster.

Click, click, click, click...

"Negan," her voice was more shrill and the last thing Marilyn wanted to see happen after rescuing him was having him get bitten by a walker. She looked at his legs again and was about to spring out the car without regard for herself but the car's engine roared and turned over.

"Fuck yes!" Negan linked the wires together and pushed himself to his feet. He glanced around at the incoming oversized pack of walkers and hopped into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind him. With a relieved laugh he put the car in drive and floor the gas pedal, barreling out of the parking lot and glanced over at Marilyn with a grin. "Scared for a second baby?"

"Yes," she admitted, laughing with him now and took a deep breath. "Holy shit."

"Holy fucking shit." Negan slapped a hand down lightly on her thigh and then refocused on the road. "Break out that map. Let's find this fuckin' park."