VPOV

I froze as the blade sliced through Hershel's neck.

I was vaguely aware of the chaos that followed. Maggie and Beth screaming and crying next to me. Dad yelling before taking the first shot. Daryl and Carl following suit, shooting all of them down there. While the Governor's people shot back at us. Maggie, in a fit of rage and pain, lifted her gun, her bullets flying out of her gun rapidly as she shot at them all.

Hershel was dead. Gone. A man I had adored and looked up to, for his wisdom, kindness, and understanding of so many things in the world. He had been like a grandfather to me. Cared for me, for my family, for everyone. He had been the saint we all needed in a world full of demons and monsters.

My heart felt like it had stopped in my chest as I stood there, looking out to the field, watching as he fell to the ground, trying to crawl away, barely still alive. It was cruel, and horrible, and sick.

It wasn't until I saw my dad fall that everything came rushing back to me.

Seeing my dad fall, pulling himself along the ground to use the bus as cover, I felt my body snap into action. My dad was in danger and he needed help. So I lifted my gun, shooting as fast as I could, while still aiming. There was no use in going crazy with anger, I'd let myself feel later. Right now I needed to be in control, or I could end up dying too.

Beth still stood there, grasping the fence, crying.

I moved to her, placing a hand on her back gently. "Beth you gotta shoot."

"He's dead! They killed him!" she cried.

"I know." I spoke gently, trying to get through to her. "But you need to shoot. Or they'll come in here and they'll kill us all."

She nodded, still crying as she lifted her gun. As soon as she started shooting, I lifted my gun once more, shooting back at them just like everyone around me.

It didn't take long until my shoulder started aching as the gun vibrated my arm. I knew there was a chance my stitches were ripped open, but I couldn't stop no matter how much it hurt. My pain was nothing compared to what we'll all be feeling if we don't stop these people now.

"Holy shit." my eyes went wide as soon as the tank started moving. I knew what that meant, I knew what was going to happen next; and it wasn't good.

Maggie and Beth moved, heading over to another spot to get better aim as the Governor's people continued to move forward into the field. Some were in cars, driving around the field, to spread out, in order to get us easier. The more they spread, the harder it was for us to kill them all.

"Vic!"

Still shooting, I moved to my side until I was next to Daryl. The two of us stayed there, shooting, until we had to move, or we'd get hit.

My gun clicked, out of ammo. "I'm out." I dropped my gun, looking over to the bus.

"Go." he told me, still shooting. "Go!"

I shook my head, pulling out my hand gun. "No! I'm not leaving you!"

He pushed my hands down, stopping me from shooting. Grabbing on to my arm as we hid behind empty filing cabinets that ran along the fence, he looked at me with determination. "Go. Get Aly. Get to the bus."

"But-"

"Go!"

I searched his eyes, feeling myself shake as I finally realized how this was going to end... "I love you." my voice trembled as I tried not to cry.

"I'll find you. I promise." he sounded so sure, like he knew there was nothing that could stop him. "Now go!"

Nodding I looked at him one last time before making a run for it, heading for the bus.

RPOV

I threw myself at the Governor as he went to walk past the bus. His people kept going, moving forward, not noticing as we fell the the ground, grunting. I didn't waste time, punching his face again and again, trying to keep the upper hand.

My anger, worry, panic and instincts were taking over. He killed Hershel, my friend. He was threatening to kill my family, my people. We were out numbered by his men and firepower. I had do stop him before it was too late.

But he managed to throw me off him before getting up. He pushed me against bus, punching my side a few times before his fist collided with my face.

Before he could hit again, I moved fast, I punching his face to distract him. Moving quickly I turned the tables so he was now pressed against the bus as I punched his face again.

He grabbed my hand, stopping me from hitting him once more as he headbutted me right on the nose. I fell to ground, grunting as my face bled. Taking the advantage, he kicked my side, getting to his knees before punching my face over and over again. I lost count on how many times his fist smashed against my throbbing face, the pain becoming so unbearable, my eyes swelling it was getting hard to see.

I suddenly thought, maybe I wasn't going to win...

VPOV

I jumped on the bus, looking around at all the faces, trying to find Houdini and Aly. As I moved down the isle, looking form person to person, my worry just increased when I didn't find her.

"Aly!?" I called, turning to the nearest person. "Have you seen Aly?" but they just shook there head.

Heart beating, eyes wide, I turned and ran for the exit. I jumped out of the bus, moving as fast as I could, running for the prison. There was no way in hell I would leave without her. I couldn't do that to her.

I pushed past the people, rushing into the prison, heading for the cell block. "Aly!" I called frantically. "Aly!?"

I ran up the stairs, rushing to her room. But there was no sign of her or Houdini. I ran to my room, but they weren't in there either.

"Aly?" I yelled, rushing out of the cell, running down the stairs. "Aly!?"

I had a choice, go back outside and hope she's in the bus now, or head into the tombs.

I knew she liked to play hide and seek in the tombs, now that we had them free of walkers. She would run around with Houdini all day, her laughs echoing off the walls, filling the place with cheerful sounds.

If she was scared because of the people outside, she would have run into the tombs. No stranger would know them as good as we did, so she'd feel safe hiding in there.

Without a second thought I turned for them, running into the dark halls without a light, and with only Daryl's knife to protect me.

RPOV

We were both tiring out, but he still had the upper hand, kneeling over me, punching me in the face over and over. I just laid there, coughing and wheezing, everything getting harder and harder. Seeing, breathing, fighting.

He grabbed my throat, squeezing as he choked me. I tried to push him away, shoving at his chest. But he was too strong.

Looking up at him, in his eyes as he choked the life out of me, I could see just how evil he was. The monster I fought not to become. I knew there were times I was like him, the same look in my eyes. It was why I had given my gun up and turned to farming. I didn't want to be like that, like him.

A blade suddenly pushed through him, slicing through his chest. Groaning his hands let go of my neck as he gasped for air, only to fall to the ground.

I rolled over, coughing and gasping, the air burning my lungs as I took as much of it in as I could. Everything hurt. I could hardly see through my swollen, battered eyes. My ribs throbbed, more than one probably broken. My jaw, mouth, teeth, cheeks, all ached. My shot leg added to it all, the worst, burning, throbbing, and aching with continuous pain.

But I still had to get up, to get to my family.

I looked up at Michonne, seeing her bend down to help me up. I gladly accepted her help, trying to get to my feet without pulling her down with me.

"Carl? Vickie? Where's my kids?" I tried to speak, but my voice come out coarse and hard, speaking burning my throat.

"I don't know." she answered honestly.

Gasping I limped away, heading towards the prison. I needed to find my kids. To make sure they were okay. I had to find them.

VPOV

"Aly?" I called as I moved through the tombs blindly. Without a light I wasn't sure which way I was going but as long as I found them, everything would be okay.

The sound of a bark echoing off the walls, just up ahead, had me stop for a moment. Houdini. Wherever he was, Aly would be right there with him. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, following the sound of Houdini's barks.

"Victoria!"I heard someone call, a male voice. "Vickie!"

I rounded a corner, the light of a torch shinning in my eyes. Lifting my hand to block it, I squinted as I looked towards the light. I could see silhouette of two people, a guy and little girl, a dog standing next to them.

"Aly?"

The dog ran towards me, as the little girl followed. I stumbled back as Houdini jumped up, licking my face, Aly grabbing on to my legs, squeezing them tightly.

"Down, boy. Down." I told Houdini before pulling Aly back, getting to my knees in front of her. Holding her shoulders I looked her in the eyes. "Why didn't you go to the bus like I told you?"

Shaking her head she sobbed. "I had to get my toys. I didn't want to leave them. But then there were loud bangs. I was scared. So I ran."

I pulled her to my chest, holding her to me as I stood. "It's okay. It's okay. I got you now."

"I found them." looking up I could now see the guy. It was Zach. "She was running through the tombs. I found them."

"Thank you." I nodded, holding Aly to me.

He turned the light down the hall, a way neither of us had come from. "There should be an exit down there that leads straight to where the bus is." he told us.

"Okay." I shifted Aly as she held on to me, getting ready to move. "Let's go. Come on, boy." I called Houdini as we started to rush down the hall as fast as we could.

Moving through the tombs, the building shaking every time the tank shot at it, we ran as fast as I could. Zach and I still weren't healed properly from being sick which slowed us down. That and with my shoulder, holding Aly, I was in a lot of pain. But we fought through it.

I could see the door, just a few steps away now, and it was like a was filled with relief. We were going to be okay. Everyone will be on the bus. We'll get out of this. We'll be okay.

Zach pushed the door open with a grunt, the sun blinding us for a moment as we emerged from the darkness. Our eyes adjusted to the light fast, but when we could finally see, it broke my heart.

The bus drove off, leaving us behind.

"What do we do now?" Zach asked, sounding as panicked as I felt.

Grabbing his arm, I pulled him back inside as shots flew our way. "We improvise."

DPOV

I shot at the walkers, the people all down. There was just the tank left, and I had one grenade to go with that one person.

Grabbing the grenade I pulled the pin out with my mouth as I rushed towards the front of the tank. I threw it into the trunk, listening as it rattled against metal.

"Grenade!" I heard the guy inside yell before he scrambled out, falling to the ground.

The tank exploded from the inside, fire and smoke coming out of the shoot.

I stood there, aiming me crossbow at the last guy, waiting for him to turn, to see me before I killed him. I wanted him to know the face of the person who put him down. No one comes in to my home, shoots up my people, and tries to kill me. I wanted him to know the pain, to feel it through his bones and veins. I wanted him to suffer.

He stood up, looking at the tank as it burn internally. Sighing he turned, but froze at the sight of me and my crossbow as it was aimed at his face.

I took a step forward, and without thinking or feeling, shot him.

"I was trying to find the kids to get them on the bus." Beth told me as she run up to me from nowhere.

I looked around, seeing the place filling with more and more walkers, everything on fire and ruined.

There was a part of me that thought about running inside, to make sure Vic wasn't here. But I knew, I knew she'd be on the bus. I told her to go on the bus and so that's what she would have done. Right?

Either way, I'd find her. I knew I would.

Turning back to Beth I looked down at her panicked face. "We got to go, Beth. We got to go." I told her, and with that we ran off; not looking back once.

RPOV

I walked up the hill, heading for the prison, trying to find any sign of life, any sign of my kids. I tripped, groaning in pain at my throbbing leg. But I couldn't let it stop me. If I stop now, I'd die. So I pulled myself up and walked around tank.

"Carl! Vickie!" I called desperately. "Carl! Vickie?"

I froze at the sound of snarls, two walkers seeing me as they rounded the tank.

But before they could get me, two shots went off. The walkers fell to the ground, revealing, Carl who stood behind them, gun raised..

Sobbing with relief at the sight of my son, moved to him, limping as I did. When we stood in front of each other, I grabbed him. throwing my good arm around him in a hug.

Pulling back, I looked down at him. "Judith. Vickie. Where are they?"

He shook his head. "I don't know." he looked so lost, so worried and so scared. It broke my heart.

We couldn't stay here any longer. We had to find the girls and get out, now. Standing up as straight as I could, I looked around before we both started moving, keeping an eye out for Vickie or Judith.

I stopped, noticing the baby carrier lying on the floor. We started heading towards it with caution. The idea that it had been dropped only brought to things to mind. Someone grabbed her and took her... or someone was killed, and left her.

We stepped up to it, seeing it empty, soaked with blood.

I shook my head, sobbing. "No. No." I cried. My baby girl was gone. She's dead.

The sound of a walker snarling had Carl let go of me, moving to kill it. I watched him lift his gun, shooting the walker until it fell to the ground.

He kept shooting at it as he cried, his body shaking. He gun clicked, the rounds empty.

"Carl!" I limped over, grabbing him. "Carl!"

He sobbed in my arms, dropping the gun as I held him.

"We got to go. We got to go." I pulled him up, looking around at the ruins that had once been home. "This is over."

With the help of Carl's arm around me, we left as quickly as we could, trying to steer clear of stracting any of the walkers that were piling into the grounds.

VPOV

I told Zach he had five minutes. We were to grab anything we might need, making sure we can carry it, before meeting downstairs. Everyone was gone, on the bus; and if they weren't on the bus they would have left by now as well. So we had to fend for ourselves. Just until we caught up to everyone else.

I placed Aly down on my bed as I quickly grabbed whatever I thought we need, shoving it all into a backpack. Clothes, bullets, two blankets, three water bottles, a couple snack bars, a few tins of food. My eyes landed on my hair brush that sat on the counter. Daryl had found that for me back on the high way, before the farm. I picked that up too, stashing it in the bag.

I grabbed Daryl's poncho, handing it to Aly for her to wear. I grabbed one of his jackets, pulling it on myself. I didn't care if it was hot out now, it'll be cold once the sun was down, which wouldn't be long now.

"Vickie?" Aly pulled the poncho on.

"Mm." I answered, shoving everything into the bag.

"Is Daryl dead?"

I turned around, getting to my knees. "Oh, no honey. No. Daryl's not dead. He's just on the bus. But we'll find him, okay?" I smiled at her as I stroked her hair away from her face. "Everything's gonna be okay."

She nodded slowly, looking down at Houdini as she pet him.

"Stay here. I'm gonna go grab your bag." I stood up, moving to the door.

But she got up anyway, following me as I rushed into her room, grabbing her already packed bag. When I turned to leave, I stopped, seeing her try to shove her stuffed toys into another bag.

"Sweety." I crouched down next to her. "Sweety we can't take them."

"But they'll be alone. I can't leave them."

I looked to the small pile of stuffed toys she had collected. We had all grabbed at least one, whenever we were on a run. Dad, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Sasha, Michonne, Carol. I knew- just like when I was a little girl- Aly saw the toys as family, letting go of them was hard. But we couldn't take them with us.

"Just one." I told her.

"Two?"

Looking at her as she gazed up at me with wide, scared eyes, I sighed. "Fine. You can take two, but that's it." I compromised, running out of time.

It didn't take her long to choice. She grabbed Pinky, a stuffed brown dog with a pink nose that she had since before the world turned. Then she grabbed the first toy Daryl and I had brought back for her. It was a a dear, with floppy legs, and soft beautiful brown fur.

"Pinky and Daryl the Deer." she nodded before turning to the door.

Smiling sadly I followed her, Houdini right behind us. We headed down the stairs, Aly moving to stand by the gate while I headed towards Zach's room.

"Ready?" I asked as I pulled the curtain back.

He nodded, grabbing his bag and pulling it over his shoulder. "Let's go."

We turned and moved to Aly. I gave handed her bag to her so she could put it on, while I put mine on. Once she was done, I bent down and picked her up, holding her securely.

"Okay, open it." I told Zach.

He opened the door.

There were no more people shooting or running around. Everyone was gone. But there were plenty of walkers. So we had to move fast.

"Follow me." I called before making a run for it.

I had no idea where we were going or what we were going to do. All I knew was that we couldn't stop and we couldn't hesitate.

CPOV

My arm around dad's back we moved as fast as we could, heading into the woods. He was badly injured, more than just the surface. It was why we were moving so slow.

But not the only reason. I just felt too numb to move any faster. Judith and Vickie were gone. I don't know if Vickie had gotten away, I knew she told Aly to get on the bus and I just hoped she was on there with her, but chances of us seeing her again were slim. She mays well be dead...

"Don't look back, Carl. Just keep walking." dad told me, voice strained and coarse.

But I couldn't help myself. I looked over my shoulder one last time, seeing what once had been home, a place we could live and have a future, was now filled with walkers and burning to the ground.

Once again, we were left to roam to streets and woods, fighting to survive the harsh world...

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