"Don't." Her voice echoes through the clearing, resigned and tired even to her own ears, and she stands up as much as she can with a gun jammed into the middle of her back. "I'll do it. Let them go." Something heavy lands on her shoulder, not enough to hurt but weighted enough for her to know that it's there, and the wire pulls at her shirt when it moves away, lifting it up away from her skin. When she looks up, dragging her gaze away from the dirt at her feet, she looks at him over her shoulder before she looks at anyone else. She sweeps her eyes across them all, lingering on each of them before moving to the next one, then turns to face forward again. "You want to cripple us, fine, then I'm it." She grits her teeth at the familiar laughter from somewhere to her left, but turns her head to look at him again. He's still wearing the blanket, wrapped around his shoulders, and she smiles a little. "I volunteer." She looks away from him, then, back to face the front, and doesn't flinch when the weight drags across her back this time, scratching into her skin, or when a hand grabs onto her shoulder too tight and spins her around to face the people that had become her family. "Look at that, there's someone here with some balls." It should hurt, when she goes down to the dirt with the gravel digging into her knees and an ache spreading across the back of her legs from where she'd been hit, but it doesn't. She pushes herself back up, slowly, and ignores the blood flowing down the back of her thighs and soaking into her jeans. "Look at her go."
Another blow sends her back down onto her hands and knees, holding herself up as the world spins around her, and she's aware of yelling voices through the pounding in her head, hauling herself back up so she's kneeling and swaying in her spot. "It's alright." She doesn't know if she's speaking loud or if it's a whisper, it gets everyone's attention either way, but she speaks to him more than the others. "I'm gonna be alright."
"Bill, don't-" She smiles again, coughing through the pain that races up her chest, and it hurts to push herself back up off the ground but she does it anyway because she's not going to go that way. "Promise me you'll let them go." The only answer she gets is another swing, catching her in the back of the head this time, and she doubles over, gasping. "Bill!" She glances up, vision going black at the edges but she still sees the blanket laying closer to her this time and the gun that's pressed into the back of his head, keeping him in place. "I'm alright." That's a blatant lie, she's pretty sure that she's coughing up more blood than anything else at this point, wiping at her face with the back of her hand and smearing it across her face, but it doesn't matter. "Look after-" The words get cut off by another series of coughs and the sound of amused laughter from behind her, footsteps walking towards her and crunching in the dirt.
"She's a tough one, isn't she, boys?" She tenses up when he stands behind her, close enough to feel the toes of his boots nudging into the backs of her legs, but she ignores it as much as she can and looks around at all of them again. Until now, with everything that had happened, she was sure that she wasn't well-liked and they just kept her around because she was useful and had no place to go, even if she had started to think of them as the family she'd never had, and so it's strange to meet their eyes and realise that she had it wrong. "I guess this is goodbye." She doesn't give most of them more than a glance, the corners of her lips turned up into a smile, and locks eyes with Rick, nodding before she coughs and drags her eyes back to him, talking directly to him this time. There's a lot she wants to say, if she had time to talk to them all individually but she doesn't, and her chest hurts like someone's driving a metal spike through it so she ignores everyone else and shakes her head at him when he twitches forward like he's going to try and reach for her. "Thank you." She doesn't need to say what for, he knows what she means. It's a thank you for listening to her when she needed to talk, for staying awake with her when she couldn't sleep, for being there for her the same way she was there for James, once.
Another hit blacks her vision out for a few seconds, she thinks, and when she looks back up his hands are in fists at his sides. "I'll see you later." He doesn't move afterwards, stays in his spot in the dirt and ignores the chaos happening around him even though he knows he should be paying attention. He can't look away from the way her body still lays sprawled across the dirt, curled over the same way that she'd fallen after the last hit, reaching out towards him with her left hand and her eyes open towards the sky, still as dark and empty as they'd been when she was alive. "Come on, we have to go." It seems to take him hours to get his legs working again, to pull himself up off the ground, and he grabs the blanket from the dirt and shakes it out a few times before he lays it down on the ground and shifts her onto it. "You want some help?" He doesn't answer and keeps walking, holding her in his arms when he gets into the back of the car and doesn't say anything else until they get back and he doesn't move for a while, sitting in the back of the truck while they dig a grave for her underneath the tree, and he still hasn't said anything until everyone is gone and the last shovel of dirt has been pressed back down over the top of her. "I'll see you later, kid."