All Nightmare Long

Chapter 424

Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long, I've been insanely tired when I get home from work and not sleeping well. Please review, it lets me know you guys are still there! Please? Let's go check on David and some of the others, shall we? Review please

David's POV:

Sylvie glanced over shoulder as she stopped by the door of the cell they were keeping the man that came in with Dwight and Sherry at. She unlocked the door, and walked in. She put down the plate of food in front of him. "It's better than what they've been feeding you. I don't have long," she said as she bent down.

David looked up at her. "Are you playing good cop?"

"I'm not playing anything, I'm trying to be a good person. You came in with Dwight and Sherry," Sylvie pointed out.

"He punched me out, and I was brought here, not willingly," David said.

"What have you told Negan? About where you came from?" Sylvie asked.

"Nothing," David said. "Not that he hasn't tried to get it out of me. Why? Am I supposed to spill all my secrets to you? So you can go running back to Negan? Get on his good side?" he asked.

Sylvie gave a harsh laugh. "Negan doesn't have a good side, not sure he ever did. I met Daryl and Jes, they offered us a chance to come back with them. I figure you know them, you were in the same area," she pointed out.

"So what if I do?" David questioned. "Why didn't you go with them?"

"Because Negan would have never stopped looking for us. He would have kept sending people out, and when they found us, they would have found your place, your people. And, I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, which is ironic, because I think that's probably Negan," Sylvie said as she looked down at the ground. "If you care about anyone that's there, you'll sacrifice yourself to keep them alive. Because if you do tell Negan, or if he finds out, and he goes there, whoever dies it's on your head. It won't be an easy death either, it never is. He'll make you watch, he'll take some weird sadistic pleasure in teaching you 'rules.' So whatever you do, you'll do it to save the people you care about," she told him.

"I heard that if I wanted to keep someone alive, I'd lie. Do you want to know when I heard that? Right before I was punched in the face," David spat out. "So if he's so bad, why did you come back?"

"Once Negan has you, there's no getting out. I ran, but then your friends made the offer, and I was tempted….more tempted than I ever had been for a long while, but then I knew a lot of people could die, because of me and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself. But, whatever you do, you can't let yourself say that you're Negan. If you only have one person that you care about, then picture that person with his or her brains sprawled out on the ground. If you don't want that to happen, then it's up to you to save them by not becoming Negan. And you pray that your people never run across Negan, because if they do, he takes more than their lives, he takes everything. He won't take it out on you, he'll take it out on people you care about. From this moment on, your only thought is how to keep the people you care about alive. It's on you, because you don't want to see what happens to good people when he's done with them," Sylvie told him.

"My people can take him," David huffed.

"No they can't, no one can. I've seen a lot of people try and I've seen a lot of people die. And, sometimes, I want to change places with them, because then this hell I'm living in would be over. I came back, and he knows I care for someone here and he's using that person against me. You don't want to come of this cell alive, because if you do, someone you love will die, no ands ifs or buts about it," Sylvie explained standing up. "I need to go, they should be back soon," she said grabbing the plate. "You better not tell anyone that I was here, because if you do, I'll be the one that kills you. I should kill you anyway, it would be safer that way, for you," she said as she walked out of the cell quickly checking to see if anyone was around.

Quinn and Carol's POV:

Quinn walked out of her mother's house and leaned against the door frame and closed her eyes and took a deep breath, shaking her head.

"Did he pass out?" Carol asked as she stopped in front of the house.

Quinn opened up her eyes and stood up and walked down the stairs. "I got him into bed, poured out all the liquor, and hope he has a major hangover when he wakes up," she said as she eyed her outfit. "So you gave up the whole happy homemaker routine?"

Carol shrugged as she started walking. "The Wolves made me do that."

"So this whole entire time, you've been pretending to be something you weren't? You've been lying to us the whole time? All of you have? Why?" Quinn demanded to know.

Carol stopped and turned and looked at her. "I went to what I was before, the meek little housewife that no one even noticed, that no one took a second look at. Who I was out there, that was me pretending," she answered.

"But why did you feel like you had to do it?" Quinn asked. "We offered you a home, we offered you shelter, and you lied to us. Everyone did," she pointed out.

"We walked in here and we were looked at like animals. People didn't want us here, they didn't trust us. I didn't think about it, Rick and Jewel didn't ask me too. I just slipped into the role I knew before, I was keeping an eye on my family. I was the one person none of you gave a second look at, didn't blink at. I just wish I would have been able to keep up the rouse longer," Carol stated.

"Why aren't you out there now with them? Looking for Summer?" Quinn asked.

"I still have to feed people, and I have the babies to look out for. I'm doing what needs to be done," Carol said.

Quinn sighed. "I can't even be as mad as I should be, I get it. You all weren't exactly treated very welcome, and things just went full speed ahead since you've been here."

"It usually does. Count yourself lucky, you had two years of peace, something we haven't had," Carol told her. "Will Spenser be alright?"

Quinn sighed. "I don't know if any of us will be alright," she answered.

"You don't have a choice, none of us do," Carol said. "We're living, they aren't, so we have to go on for them," she explained.

"I'll try to explain that to Spencer," Quinn said.

"Good," Carol said as she walked away.

Summer's POV:

Summer looked behind her and noticed a truck and noticed the driver. "You don't give up do you?" she mumbled. She instinctively ducked as a bullet came flying through the rear window, shattering it. "Damn it!" she mumbled as she hit the gas. She quickly lost control of the vehicle after another shot came at her and she crashed into a tree. She took a breath as she lifted her head touching her face, noting blood coming from her nose. She quickly opened the door and climbed out, grimacing as the pain in her leg got to her and quickly went to the trunk to get her weapons. She quickly reached in and got the bow and arrow and started to load it as the passenger jumped out of the vehicle and pointed her gun at Summer's head.

"Put it down, honey, this isn't going to end well if you don't," the woman told her.

Summer looked at her then the man who she had stabbed then back at the woman. "Well, it's going to end badly for me anyway, so I should just go ahead and take one of you out with me," she said.

"Honey, that was a dumb move you did back there," the woman told her.

"There was four of you, now there's two of you and one of you is injured. So, I think it was pretty smart," Summer said as she held her weapon steady on the woman. "I'll get one through her brain before you even shoot, so why don't you lay down that weapon," she told the man.

"You aren't going to do that," the man huffed. "There's two of us, one of you, do the math. I will kill you, I'll just tell the boss that you got mauled by the dead," he said.

"Levy, she's holding that bow at me, not you, think about this before you gamble with my life," the woman reasoned.

"Shut up Layne," Levy hissed. "She got lucky back there," he told her.

Summer rolled her eyes as she shot the woman in the head and turned her attention to him, dropping the bow and taking the gun out and looked at him. "You were saying on how I got lucky? Now it's just the two of us," she pointed out.

Levy blinked. "Damn girl how old are you? Fifteen, sixteen? You took that shot like a pro. Boss man might want you in bed, but with reflexes like that, you'd be a great Savior. Hell, we could play then. I'd even forgive you for stabbing me."

"Did you just hit on me? Seriously? I mean, first of all you're older then my dad, so EWW, and that goes with the psycho and the bat. And there's no second, the first says it all," Summer said as she looked at him.

"We seem to be at a standstill," Levy told her. "And, though I would love to kill you, boss man wants you and what boss man wants, he gets."

"Not this time," Summer told him.

"Well, you see, I'm not going back without you," Levy told her as he stepped closer.

"Don't take another step, I'll shoot you," Summer warned.

Levy grinned as he took another step. "Gun's out of bullets isn't it?" he said as he took another step. "It is, game over sweetheart," he said as he stepped forward and grabbed her, twisting her arm behind her back.

"Well you're smarter than you look, I'll give you that," Summer hissed in pain.

"I'm going to love to tell the boss that you killed three of his people, he's just going to love that," Levy told her.

"So he gonna use his bat on me?" Summer asked.

"You're going to wish that he did," Levy said. "But let's get going, don't want to keep him waiting," he said as he pushed her forward.

Summer tilted her head as she heard a familiar whistle and she grinned. She looked back at him as he pushed her again and she pretended that she was hurt more and fell to one knee. "Sorry, you caused me to lose my balance," she told him as she whistled.

"What are you…." Levy asked before a knife came and hit him through the head.

"Hi mom," Summer said as she grinned.