Chapter 52

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The three saviors landed on the ground. Before Gareth could even think was Bonita's throat slit by one of the men's machetes. Duke and Aaron fired their guns and one of the men fell dead on the ground. Gareth didn't hesitate and gunned down the second one.

Gareth turned around and so Aaron struggling with the third one. Gareth rose his riffle at the savior, but hesitated for moment. What if he hit Aaron? But seeing the machete come closer his friend's neck gave him enough courage to fire.

Bang.

The savior fell dead on the ground. Aaron got free and stood up.

"Thanks" he muttered.

"Anytime for my dear wedding-host" replied Gareth.

"Fred!" came Duke's distressed voice. "My little brother!"

Gareth and Aaron turned to see the man over the other men's body and almost tearing up. That's when gunfire was heard from the direction of the hotel. Most of the saviors had to gone to the center of the Hilltop.

"Duke, we gotta go" Gareth said to the other man. "The others need our help!"

"But…" the man tried, but Aaron was able to talk him out of it.

The four men ran back to the hotel and saw that the yard had turned into a battleground. Saviors were fighting the resident of the Hilltop, Alexandria and the Kingdom and there were already over a dozen dead bodies on the ground. Gareth could see Rick and Michonne fighting against a band of saviors with ease, while Morgan was fighting alone three or four of Negan's men. Gareth was just able to see how the older man was axed to death. Others fighting against the saviors were Kal, Tobin, Clayton, Viviana, Eduardo, Daniel, Carol, Heath, Roger, Aapo, Sabrina, Zhang, Louie, Richards, Claudia and Eliza. Paul and Daryl had to be on another battleground.

Aaron, Spike and Duke rose their riffles and shot the small band that killed Morgan. Gareth froze for a moment while looking at the battle. It looked savage and brutal and like something new. Different from when Terminus burned down or when the walkers invaded Alexandria.

"Group up!" came Rick's voice. Gareth saw how most of the fighters joined up with Rick and he followed with his team.

The fighting actually stopped for a while. As Rick's and Gareth's people formed up their ranks, so did the saviors. The leader of this team of saviors was the same man who handed the bat for Negan at Tara's execution. What was his name again, thought Gareth. Was it Connor? He wasn't sure and did actually not care.

"Drop ya guns! We outnumber ya! We got more guys out there ready to kill ya!" shouted Connor at them. "We have the best stuff on the way! Grenades, RPGs, stuff that blow this hotel into fuckin' oblivion! Surrender now and we only kill the leaders!"

The savior showed too much confidence. Yes, there was a lot of his men, but Gareth and the others had guns"

"What are we waiting for?" asked Gareth. "We got automatics!"

"There are too many of 'em to be taken down by us. We wait for the snipers dwindle their numbers. It's matter of seconds" said Carol.

"We are go to target" came Larry's voice from Rick's belt.

Shot's followed and four saviors fell on the ground in the first two seconds. Several followed and other ran.

Gareth and the others started to fire at the fleeing savior and got a few. Most of the enemies still got away and ran back to the trailer park of the Hilltop.

"Go after them!" shouted Rick.

The ground-forces followed the saviors in to the trailer park.

"We split up" mumbled Rick. "Duke, Louie, to the right. Tobin, Vivianna that way. Gareth, Clayton, go south"

Gareth and Clayton walked in to a separate direction. The trailer park truly could be a labyrinth.

"Keep ya shit together, kid" Clayton muttered. "Don't want ya to loose ya shit in this scenario"

"Don't worry about me, old man" Gareth replied. Clayton was a newer recruit from Alexandria, a though, middle-aged man from African-American ethnicity.

That's when the saw someone run on the roofs of an old RW. It was one of the saviors. Gareth aimed with his Valmet and shot the man in the left thigh. The man screamed in pain and fell of the RW. Clayton shot him in the head with his M4.

"Not bad, kid. Not ba..aaahhh!" The older man screamed in agony as Connor's machete hit his leg. The savior was able to approach them without the two noticing it.

"Fucker" Gareth muttered as he shot the man with one single shot in the head. "Help! Clayton is hurt!"

Rick, Carol, Heath and a few others ran on the scene.

"Get him to the infirmary!" shouted Rick. "Heath, Daniel, you carry him! The rest go back in taking the saviors out! We got their team-leader!"

Infirmary:

Maggie sat in the corner of the heavily barricaded infirmary with Dr. Carson, Ellie, Rosita, Eugene and Denise.

"Don't worry about Gareth" said Rosita as she noticed Maggie's worried face.

"You hear the shots? It's worse than the prison or Terminus! What if he is hurt and bleeding on the ground?! I should be out…"

"No, you shouldn't!" Rosita replied. "His priority is you! And this little miracle! You think he could live with you getting hurt while looking for him? No, he couldn't! He fucking loves you and will pull this through! They all will!"

That's when there was a knock on the door.

"It's us!" came Heath's voice.

"Open it!" shouted Dr. Carson. Ellie opened the door and Daniel and Heath entered carrying Clayton.

"He's hurt!" mumbled Daniel. "Machete in the right leg!"

"Get him on the table!" shouted Denise.

Rosita and Ellie got the injured man on the table and started to work on the wound. Maggie ran to the two men, but got her answer before she even asked.

"He is okay" replied Heath as he and Daniel left.

"Okay…" breathed Maggie to herself, before she was asked to help.

"Clayton, hold up!" said Denise as the older, injured man crumbled in pain. It didn't help much as the man kicked the medical supplies of the table.

"The painkiller!" shouted Rosita as she saw a morphine-syringe fall on the ground and break.

"Fuck!" muttered Harlan. "We have another one in the storage, but it's over sixty feet away!"

"I can't go" replied Rosita. "I'm keeping the bleeding!"

"I… won't last a second out there" mumbled Ellie.

"I can go, I'll be able to handle myself, get the stuff and come back" replied Maggie.

"Maggie, no!" said Rosita. "You can't!"

"We're running out of time here!" shouted Denise.

"I'll be quick!" replied Maggie as she garbed a small revolver and left the infirmary.

The way was short and easy. Maggie came across no saviors and was quickly in the supply-building in the Hilltop.

"Where are you?" talked Maggie to herself as she looked for a syringe with morphine.

It took a minute and a half to find it. Bingo. Maggie smiled at her achievement and was heading back to the door, when it flew open.

"Is this the supply-building?" came a voice.

"Yes it is!" replied an other.

Maggie froze. Saviors. And not just any of the saviors. Saxon.

The men entered. It was Saxon, David and a third man.

"Well look who is ready for packing!" smiled Saxon. The other two men laughed.

Maggie pulled out her gun and aimed at Saxon.

"Look little piggy went to cop-school!" continued Saxon. He was able to grab her revolver and pushed her on the ground. "Boys, I'll have a piece of her, ya might get one as well if ya wait!"

"No!" Maggie gasped as she understood what Saxon meant. She tried to get away, but Saxon caught her.

"Please!" she cried, getting tears in her eyes. "Don't!"

"Shh! The more you resist, the more it will hurt afterwards!" replied Saxon.

He picked up Maggie and started to drag her towards a smaller room in the supply-building. Maggie showed resistance, but the man was stronger than her.

"Don't be so hard on her, Sax! We want some too!" David shouted.

"Can't promise anything!" smiled Saxon.

The savior opened the door and threw Maggie in. He locked the door behind and walked towards the woman.

"Please don't!" Maggie gasped. "I don't want to!"

"It is not about what you want, bitch!" Saxon replied. "A man has needs!"

The man held her on the ground. He pulled off her shirt with ease and the bra followed. Maggie tried to keep the assailant away, but Saxon wasn't going anywhere. He pulled off her pants and underwear.

"Pleeeaase…!" Maggie sobbed now openly. "I don'… please don't do this! You're not too far gone! Please!"

"Baby, I think I am" Saxon replied and positioned himself to take her from behind.

Maggie heard the zipper go down and closed her eyes. No. Anything but that. But it did happen and it was more painful than she thought it be…

I'm a sick bastard… so is Saxon… Maggie is the victim… Gareth is the hero?

It got dark. This was a long way coming. Can there still be an happy ending?