Sadie's POV

As I made my way down that long corridor to the cells, I thought about the absolutely pathetic shape Gareth had described Albert to be in during his little...chat with him, and I hoped to whatever God there might possibly be that he was hearing the echo of my footsteps and trembling even more at the thought of what I might do to him when I got there.

When I finally reached his cell, I made it a point not to say anything until I was standing directly in front of the spineless bastard.

To my satisfaction, sure enough, there he was…..scrambling quickly to sit back up against the back wall of said cell the second he saw me.

I smiled a little at that, as I took the key that Theresa had given me and turned it in the lock to enter his cell.

He was staring up at me, trying his best not to quiver so pathetically, as he seemed to be struggling for the right words.

I shook my head as I stared back down at him and sighed.

"I must've thought of at least a thousand things to say to you after yesterday…..but now….." I trailed off, just before muttering to myself just loud enough for him to hear. "...God, I can't even look at you." I shook my head at him again.

"...Gareth called you a traitor for what you pulled out there, for what you pulled back at your precious little Sanctuary…..I think that was awfully generous of him, because if you ask me…..if you ask me there are no words for all the shit that you've done, so- "

"So, what?" He blurted out.. "...you're gonna kill me, and then what? You're gonna take out Negan, take out the rest of them, live happily ever after in your perfect new little house, with your perfect husband and your perfect baby- "

"Oh I know it won't be perfect." I interrupted. "...but you know what? Not having some spineless coward around to even think of mooching off our couch again is gonna bring us pretty damn close to it."

He continued to look at me, as if he might say something else.

"...Something to say to that?"

He shook his head, even more pathetically.

I nodded. "...Good….because I think you and I both know I didn't come here to talk…."

His voice quivered as he finally spoke back up. "W-what are you gonna- "

"I'm here…." I interrupted again. "...because out there, after that little stunt that you pulled, when your glorious new leader was threatening to kill Gareth, I told him two things…..I told him that he could just go ahead and do it…." I reached for the machete on my belt, holding it so he could see it before I repositioned it into a better handling grip. "...and that I didn't mind getting a little more blood on this baby…...and I only meant one of those things."

"SADIE!"

That last scream was the last thing he would be able to utter, before I put that machete to good use once again.

The blood that splattered from his pathetic body, staining both said machete and the front of me as I continued to hack at him long after he was merely a bloody mess of a corpse…..and one that was still only almost as spineless as he had been in life.

"...cleanup in cell four." I chuckled snidely to myself, shaking my head at what remained of him as I secured the freshly more bloodied machete back onto the side of my belt and turned to leave. "...Goddamned pussy."

Theresa, more amused than anything….and certainly not shocked, knowing damned better than that, sort of chuckled when I met back up with her near the entrance.

I chuckled back as I handed her the key. "...Someone should really get in there and clean that shit up."

"No shit." She chuckled again. "...So, things went about as expected, I take it."

"Oh, I'd say it was productive."

"I'll say." She glanced me over again. "Need a towel…..for your face, at least?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'll just wash it all off in the shower, back at the house. Gareth get back there yet?"

"Last I heard, anyway."

I smirked a little at that. "Goodie! May as well get some fun out of it, right?"

"Terrible." She shook her head, trying not to look too amused. "...absolutely terrible, both of you!"

"Yeah, we're just the worst, aren't we?" I chuckled, even more amused now. "...I'll see you around."

"Later."

As I made my way up the walkway to the house, I chuckled a little to myself when I looked in the window and caught sight of Gareth attempting to wrangle Jett away from the door and the sound of Jett's muffled, excited barks as I approached closer to the door.

When I finally opened it, I was excitedly greeted by Jett racing straight for me to jump at me.

Gareth, who was still following shortly behind him, must've been too distracted by the little mutt to look up to me until now.

"Is that Mommy? Hmm? Is Mommy ho- " He trailed off as he finally did look up to me, the look on his face was as if someone had put the fear of God into him at that very moment "-ooooly shit…"

"Nice to see you too, Babe." I chuckled, leaning in to kiss him as I shuffled my keys back into my pocket.

He obliged, regardless, but still looked just as concerned.

"Are you…?"

"What, this?" I chuckled, gesturing vaguely to myself. "I'm fine, it's not my blood."

"Yeah…." He chuckled back, considerably more nervously. "...that's why I asked."

I chuckled again at the overreaction. "Relax, Gar. Blood lost from a traitor is no real loss, after all, now is it?"

He nodded. "...soooo, you talked to Albert then."

"Ohh, we talked." I boasted. "...machete had just a little more to say, but I'd say it was productive. I think we got our point across."

"I see…."

I chuckled again, taking his hands into mine.

"You always worry too much. I just need a shower is all."

"Right." He chuckled, somewhat more amused now.

"...maybe someone might like to join me?" I shot him a more playful smirk.

"Perhaps he might…..if someone else is lucky." He teased.

"Well then…" I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to head for the stairs. "I guess someone better not keep me waiting then."

"Right behind you." He chuckled as he followed shortly after me.