Sadie's POV
I laid out the sketch I'd drawn up of the church, so that we could better go over the game plan tonight, just as Gregg and Mike were coming back from assessing who all were currently inside the church.
The more we know about what we're walking into, the better.
"...And not a moment too soon." I commented when they approached. "What's the sitch, guys?"
"Rosita, Eugene, Carl, Judith…" Gregg listed.
"The big one who fucked up Martin pretty bad, the hell was his name? Tyler or something?" Mike added
"Tyreese.." Martin corrected.
Mike nodded. "Right, him...his sister too, Sasha, I think it was."
"Anyone else?" I asked.
"Might've been a couple more.." Gregg answered. "That one, Sasha, heard us, so we had to book it. Couldn't get a good enough count."
"Great…" I sighed. "...Alright, I guess that'll do…"
Gareth, who was holding little Alex in his lap, nodded. "Good enough, anyway."
"Now, as far as Alex is concerned…." I looked toward Theresa. "Theresa, you're gonna have to wait outside with him, you're one of our best shooters, but I don't trust any of these guys with him….shoot anyone that tries to come in and stop us. Especially the Archer and his girlfriend, that Queen BITCH who shot me in the leg….but do it slowly if it's either of them…..they won't hesitate to do the same to any of us."
Theresa agreed. "Alright.'
"If things get real bad…" I added. "...You just cut and run with him, and don't look back. Wait for a while out in front of that old schoolhouse, we'll meet you there if we make it out."
She nodded. "Got it."
I looked around to everyone. "Anything else? …..I leave anything out?"
Heads shook throughout the group.
"I think you covered everything, babe." Gareth answered, gently bouncing Alex on his knee as he started to fuss.
"Good." I nodded, stretching my arms out toward him. "Now, gimme my kid."
Gareth chuckled, but obliged.
I switched Alex to one arm, slinging my crossbow over my opposite shoulder, as I stood up.
"Alright then….load up your guns then, and let's head out."
It was dark by the time we arrived at the church, though still fairly good timing.
It was just light enough that we could make out the white sign out front, which read St. Sarah's Episcopal Church.
I glanced over the area and turned to nod at Gareth, who gave the signal for the rest of our group to follow us, and they followed suit.
I handed Alex over to Theresa, once we'd reached the church steps, planting a kiss on his forehead as I said my goodbyes and proceeded up the church steps to kick it in if it was locked….which it was.
I gave it a good, hard kick, and hit it with the butt of the gun Gareth had slung over his shoulder, til we were in.
I handed the gun back to Gareth and signaled to the others that we were in.
