The RV sped down the road and Anna sat in the back beside Maggie. She stared at the piece of paper in her hand, reading over the words again and again, as if they'd suddenly tell her why he left without her.

Be back for dinner.

She sighed heavily.

"He'll be back," Maggie said, startling her.

"You should be sleeping," Anna said.

Maggie rolled her eyes and smiled at her.

"He'll be back," she repeated.

They heard footsteps approaching, and they turned their attention to the hall to find Rick walking in. Anna scooted back onto the other bed to give him some room.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," Maggie said.

"We're gonna get there," Rick assured. "The doctor at the Hilltop, he's gonna make things better."

"How do you know?" Maggie asked, sniffling.

"Everything we've done, we've done together," Rick started. "We got here together, and we're still here. Things have happened, but it's always worked out for us— 'cause it's always been all of us. That's how I know." He took Maggie's hand and squeezed it. "'Cause as long as it's all of us, we can do anything."

Anna looked down at Daryl's note and worked her jaw. If only they were all together.

The RV slowed to a stop, and Rick pushed to his feet and made his way to the front. Anna leaned forward, trying to see down the hall.

"Go," Maggie said. "See what's going on."

Anna nodded and stuffed the paper in her pocket as she grabbed her rifle and followed after Rick.

"What?" Rick called.

"Enemy close," Abraham returned.

Anna stiffened and checked her rifle.

"We doin' this?" Abraham asked.

"No, we're not here for a fight," Rick said, holding his hand out to Anna.

"We may not be here for a fight but they might be," Anna countered. "So, we need to be ready."

Rick sighed and nodded before heading for the door. Abraham set the RV in park and grabbed his rifle as he stood. He looked to Anna and nodded before following Rick out.

Rick led Anna, Jessie, Abraham, Sasha, and Carl towards the Saviors, holding his hands and rifle up in a show of non-aggression. They stopped several yards away. The Saviors gathered in front of their trucks with a man lying on the ground in front of them

"He's someone who was with a whole lot of someones who didn't listen," the Savior at the front said.

He was tall and lanky, with a round, balding head.

"We can make a deal, right here, right now," Rick said.

"That's right, we can," the Savior said. "Give us all your stuff. We'll probably have to kill one of you—that's just the way it is. But then we can start moving forward on business. All you have to do is listen."

Anna stiffened, shifting on her feet as she gripped her rifle tighter.

"Yeah, that deal's not gonna work for us," Rick said. "Fact is, I was about to ask for all of your stuff, only I'm thinkin' I don't have to kill any of you." He paused. "Any more of you," he corrected.

The man beside the apparent leader began to shake a can—what sounded like aerosol—and proceeded to spray paint a bright orange X on the torso of the man on the ground.

"Sorry," the leader said. "My deal is the only deal. We don't negotiate."

Rick shook his head and waved his hand in the air, signaling for them to get back in the RV.

"Me and my people are leaving," he said.

"Okay, friend," the leader said. "Plenty of ways to get to where you're going."

Anna stood at the door and waited for the others to climb in first as Rick stopped beside her.

"You want to make today your last day on Earth?" He asked, looking to the Savior leader.

"No," the balding man replied. "But that is a good thing to bring up. Think about it—" he put a finger to his head. "What if it's the last day on Earth for you? For someone you love? What if that's true? Maybe you should be extra nice to those people in that RV, 'cause you never know—" he snapped his fingers. "Just like that. Be kind to each other. Like you said, like it was your last day on Earth."

"You do the same," Rick said before climbing into the RV.

Anna took one last look at the Saviors, receiving a waggle of fingers from the leader before she pulled herself into the RV and slammed the door shut.

They drove for another thirty minutes, taking a secondary route to Hilltop. Anna had returned to sitting with Maggie in the back once again, periodically checking her temperature and handing her water. Maggie laid relatively still, her hand on her stomach.

"You know," Anna started. "I was pretty apprehensive about the baby when Glenn first told me."

"Really?" Maggie asked.

Anna nodded.

"And now?"

"Now? I'm excited—for the baby, for the future. For everything," Anna said, letting a smile spread across her face. "We're in a safer place now, and we're building something. Babies are a part of that."

"I have to remind myself of that when I get scared," Maggie said softly.

"It's okay to be scared, sometimes."

"We just can't let it keep us from livin'," Maggie finished.

"'May you live all the days of your life,'" Anna murmured, her fingers turning the bracelet around her left wrist.

"Jonathan Swift, right?"

"Yeah," Anna said, holding out her hand so that the other woman could see the words etched into the metal.

"Now I understand why you never take it off," Maggie said. "It's a good reminder."

"Yeah, it is."

Anderson had somehow recognized that she would need it. He told her to live—she only wished there were some way for her to let him know that she was trying.

"Do you think you and Daryl might try?" Maggie asked after a long silence.

"Try what?" Anna asked.

"Kids," Maggie clarified.

"The thought has crossed my mind once or twice," she admitted. "But no. I don't think I can—not after everything."

Maggie furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to speak when the RV came to another slow stop.

"What's going on?" Maggie asked, trying to sit up.

"Don't," Anna said, gently pushing her back down. "I'll go see. Just—don't move."

Anna grabbed her rifle and started down the RV, peering out the front window over Abraham's shoulder.

They were surrounded by forest on an old dirt road blocked by trucks and even more Saviors. Anna didn't recognize them from the group they'd run into before. Her brow furrowed as she counted.

There were sixteen men with rifles, not including any that might have been inside the vehicles or in the trees.

"We makin' our stand?" Sasha asked, looking to Rick.

"Yeah," Carl said, leaning around Anna. "We end it."

Anna shook her head. The Saviors outnumbered them by half, and they had to worry about Maggie in the back. No, they needed to keep moving.

"No, not now," Rick said. "They've been waiting. They're ready. With one of us behind the wheel, that's six on—" Rick counted quickly. "Sixteen. We're gonna play it our way, how we want it." He turned to look at Carl. "Right?"

"Right."

"Alright, go slow," Rick instructed Abraham.

Abraham put the RV in reverse and started backing up. One Savior walked toward them and fired into the air. He continued to do so as they turned and drove away.

Anna stood back and took a deep breath. There were more Saviors than they had initially anticipated.

They found another route and Maggie had fallen asleep. Anna moved to the front of the RV, joining Rick, Abraham, and Sasha.

"How are we on gas?" Rick asked.

"Half a tank," Abraham answered. "I pulled some more cans before we left,"

"Those weren't the same men who blocked the road the first time," Anna said.

"Same outfit, different soldiers," Abraham agreed. "They got numbers."

"Yeah," Rick sighed. "We keep driving, we get her there."

"We will," Sasha assured.

"If we have to shove each and every one of 'em up their own asses," Abraham elaborated.

Anna couldn't help but laugh until Abraham suddenly hit the brakes. Anna braced herself on the driver's seat and the RV squealed to a stop. There, stretched across the road, was a chain-gang of walkers.

"We can't go through it," Rick said. "Can't risk the RV. You stay behind the wheel, just in case," he instructed Abraham. "We'll clear it. Sasha, Jessie, Carl, Eugene—" he listed off, gesturing for the four to follow him. "Anna, stay with Maggie."

Anna nodded, and they filed out of the RV.

She sat down in the passenger seat, peering through the window and squinting at the trees for any signs of Saviors.

"Can you believe this shit?" Abraham huffed, shaking his head.

Anna sighed, leaning back in her seat and running her fingers over the scope of her rifle.

"There's a lot more of them than we anticipated," she said. Rick's earlier words to Maggie echoed in her head.

"Things have happened, but it's always worked out for us— 'cause it's always been all of us."

She shook her head with a small smile. "We'll make it. As long as it's all of us—they don't stand a chance."

Abraham looked at her and hummed in response.

"What?" She asked.

"You," Abraham said. "I remember that day in the boxcar at Terminus. You said you were gonna burn that place to the ground. I didn't know it then, but it quickly became apparent that there is not a damn thing you wouldn't do for Daryl or Glenn or your brother. For any of them. I can respect that."

"They're my family," Anna said, nodding along before she looked to him and smiled. "You're family, too, Abraham. Even when you're an arrogant asshole."

Abraham chuckled. "You ain't got sunflowers sproutin' from your ass, either, sweetheart."

"What are you talking about? I shit rainbows," Anna insisted, laughing.

Gunfire cut her off, and she sprang to her feet.

"Get back to the RV! Go!" She heard Rick shout.

The others fired into the trees, trying to lay cover as Rick swung his hatchet at the center of the walker blockade. Set loose, the walkers separated and pawed at the meal just out of reach, but were quickly dispatched by Sasha.

"Start it up," Anna called as she ran to the door, leaving enough room to let the others in but still giving herself enough space to cover them.

There were two men hiding within the trees, seemingly waiting for them to turn their backs to enter the RV, so that they could pick them off. Anna raised her rifle as Sasha and Eugene climbed into the RV. Peering through the scope, Anna focused her sights on the man to her right, pulling back on the trigger. She already had her sights on the second man as the first fell, and she fired again as Jessie and Carl ducked inside.

"Go! Go!" Rick commanded as he slammed the door shut behind him, and Abraham pressed hard on the gas.

Anna's fingers twitched at her sides as she worked her jaw, considering the evidence. Two locks of Michonne's hair and a crossbow bolt with green and white fletching. Daryl's note burned in her pocket. Be back for dinner.

"What's that sound?" Sasha asked, her voice carrying to the back.

"Undercarriage could've caught a bullet," Eugene suggested. "Or could be transmission. It could be nothin'."

"They were firing at our feet," Rick said. "They blocked the road, but they weren't trying to stop us. They want us in this direction."

"Plenty of ways to get to where you're going."

"Barton Road takes us north," Sasha said from the table where she and Eugene leaned over the map. "But, they gotta know we wanna go north."

"Meadows," Eugene cut in. "Could take us east a piece, but we can get back on track on Meyhew."

Anna smoothed Maggie's hair away from her sweaty forehead, feeling the heat of her skin. She got to her feet and started towards the others.

"We're down to a third of a tank," Jessie said. "We could top off at the next stop, but that's all we've got."

Rick looked to her as she approached.

"She's burning up," Anna informed.

Rick bowed his head and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Rick!" Abraham called as he slowed the RV once more.

She and Rick approached the front and saw it. There had to be at least twenty-five Saviors gathered on the road, all armed, and all waiting.

"Go back," Rick instructed.

"Where?"

Anna glared at the piled-up trees crisscrossing across the road. They'd been stopped, again. She shook her head and bit back a groan of frustration. Now wasn't the time to let her emotions get the better of her. She needed to keep her head.

"These tracks," Eugene began. "They would indicate they not only have people, but some big-ass toys and capabilities."

"What it indicates," Abraham seethed, "is we are neck-deep up shit creek with our mouths wide open."

"Ah!"

The group spun around, rifles aimed, only to find a man bouncing at the end of chain, hanging from the bridge the RV was parked under. They all lowered their guns, except Jessie.

"Don't," Abraham said.

"I can try and break the chain," Jessie snapped.

"It won't work," Anna sighed.

"I can try—I can end it quickly if I have to," he insisted.

"It won't work," Rick said. "And we need the bullets."

Jessie didn't lower his gun, his hands shaking before he finally dropped the barrel.

Heat touched Anna's back. She and the others turned to see flames engulfing the trees.

"You're treating your people good, right?" Came a familiar voice from the other side. "Like it was your last day on Earth? Or maybe one of theirs?"

Anna clenched her jaw.

"You better go. It's gonna get hot," the man said. "You go get where you're going."

"Go," Rick ordered. "Go."

They boarded the RV and Abraham drove them back. Anna watched as the flames grew higher and higher until Abraham turned them around and drove them away.

Abraham drove them a few miles back the way they came, veering off into a muddy clearing and then parking.

"So, what's the play?" He asked, turning in his seat to the others gathered around the table.

"We've got two more routes north from here," Anna said, drawing her finger over said routes.

"They're probably waiting for us," Jessie grumbled.

Eugene took a deep breath.

"So, they're ahead of us, probably behind us. But they're not waiting on us, per se," he started. "They're waiting on this rust bucket. And they don't know the moment-to-moment occupancy of said rust-bucket." He looked to Rick. "And the sun sets soon."

"That's the last of it," Rick declared, walking back around the RV with a now empty gas canister as he approached Eugene, Anna, and Jessie. "If you see a car, try to siphon the gas. Other than that, you keep moving," he instructed Eugene.

"I'll have them thinkin' we're playin' their game. All phases of the turn, level after level, move after move, I'll keep 'em spun. I assure you, I will," Eugene said, nodding. "I got somethin' for you." He pointed at the piece of paper in Jessie's hands. "It's a recipe, and it ain't gazpacho. How to Build Bullets 101. Abraham can show you where, and Jessie can make 'em. Just in case."

"Thank you for this," Rick said. "For all of it. We're lucky you're here."

"I won't argue with that," Eugene said.

Anna smiled briefly and shook her head.

"We'll see you on the other side," Jessie said, patting Eugene on the shoulder.

"Someone should be going with you," Anna said.

"Not this time," Eugene said. "Rick and Jessie can carry Maggie. Sasha, Abraham, and Carl can cover, and you—" he paused. "You know the woods. You can navigate just about as good as Daryl. They need you leadin' them through the dark."

Anna pressed her lips together but nodded.

"Alright, man. You got this."

"I most certainly do," Eugene agreed.

They chuckled and headed off, allowing Abraham to take their place. Jessie and Rick boarded the RV to retrieve Maggie, and Anna went to stand with Sasha and Carl.

"We're gonna make it," Sasha said, nodding her head.

"It's been a long day," Anna sighed.

"We'll make it," Sasha repeated.

She felt a hand slip into hers, and Anna turned her head to see Carl looking at her.

"We'll make it," he echoed, squeezing her hand.

Rick and Jessie came out of the RV then, carefully carrying Maggie on a stretcher. They stopped to let her say goodbye to Eugene before Abraham and Sasha took up the sides of the stretcher.

Eugene climbed inside the RV and started the engine as the group headed into the woods, with Anna at the lead.

She kept her rifle steady in her hands, braced against her shoulder as she scanned their surroundings. She was careful not to walk too fast, keeping close to the others so as not to lose them. Anna wasn't sure how long they'd been walking.

A walker stumbled into their path and Carl rushed forward, using a machete to lop off part of its head. They continued walking undisturbed.

"Jessie," Maggie croaked. "Please. Just let me walk."

"Relax," Jessie said. "Just a few more miles."

Even just a few more miles seemed like lightyears away. The hairs on her neck stood on end. She felt like they were being watched—and the chances of that were high. She hated this—walking through the unknown to a destination she wasn't even sure they were going to reach.

"I heard what you told her when we were leaving," Carl said, cutting into the quiet. "We can do anything, 'cause we'll do anything we need to do. We have and we will. What happened to Denise—I'm not gonna let anybody die like that again," he said, sounding so sure of himself.

"Son," Rick sighed.

"What?"
Whistles filled the air. Two notes, the first high and the second low. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. She looked frantically about for the source, but saw nothing. They were surrounded.

"Go!" Rick hissed. "Go!"

They ran. Anna led them as she kicked fallen branches out of their way, the whistles ringing in her ears. They had to get to Hilltop. They had to make it.

Anna rounded a grouping of trees, followed closely by the others, when a bright light flooded the area, blinding her. She blinked rapidly, forcing her eyes to adjust as the whistling grew louder and more concentrated.

Escape. We need to escape.

She trailed her wide eyes over the faces of each man gathered in a large circle around them. There were too many for her to count, and even still more in the trees. The whistling slowly died out, but her heart kept racing and her chest heaved.

"Good," a familiar voice said. "You made it."

She turned her head to see the tall, lanky man with his balding round head walking past Eugene, who was on his knees and had been beaten.

"Welcome to where you're going."