Noah POV

The plan was for Glenn and I to run for the bag of guns as fast as we could. The only thing we thought could go wrong were walkers closing our path and even then, we had other ways to run. We had never contemplated the idea of another group having their eyes on the guns as well. Hell, we didn't even think there would be any live people in the city anymore.

I immediately knew things had gone south when I heard the cries for help coming from the Mexican boy. I felt trapped and we had no time to think. Before I knew it, Glenn and I were being held by strong arms and being hauled away.

"Daryl! Daryl!" Glenn shouted. We were both struggling but it didn't work. We were both thrown in the back of an old car.

I was thrown in first and a big guy followed. Then went Glenn and a guy who had one of Daryl's arrows in his butt. I was trying so hard not to panic, to think straight but everything was wrong in this situation.

"That puto shot my ass!" I heard one say.

"Did you get the guns?" The guy driving asked.

"No, everything happened so quick man. They took Miguel ese."

I took a good look at all the guys in the car. They were all Mexican, it appeared.

"A donde nos llevan?"(Where are you taking us). All heads turned my way having finally realized they had 2 hostages in the car.

"You speak Spanish?" Glenn quietly asked me.

"Yes, I'm Mexican." I didn't turn to look at him, instead I locked eyes with one of the other guys demanding answers.

"Don't worry princesa, your friends will come looking for you two and we will get our guy back and the guns and you will be free to go. We are not the bad guys here you will see."

I relaxed a bit back into the seat and crossed my arms across my chest. No one said another word for the rest of the ride. When I felt the car stop, I looked out the window to see we were outside some kind of building.

The side of my door opened and I was pulled out of the car by my arm rather harshly. I noticed Glenn was also pulled out of the car.

"Hey ese treat the lady with more respect. These are our guests now. My name is Guillermo. I'll show you guys around come." The same guy who I had talked to in the car said. He motioned for us to follow him. Me and Glenn exchanged a look and decided follow him.

"Felipe go get that arrow taken care of will ya?" He told the other guy.

We walked inside the building and I could see a lot of guys working on some buses. This was a big group. When I looked closely and made eye contact with some of them, I didn't feel scared. They didn't give me a wrong vibe I didn't think they would hurt us. Then again Alexis said I lack common sense and would go off with the first person that offered me candy. I looked at Glenn and he gulped as he looked around. He looked a little scared.

We went inside another part of the building. This one cleaner and it almost looked like a clinic of sorts. At the end of the hallway there were old people sitting around a large common room. I looked at Guillermo a little confused. What was this place?

"It's a retirement home. We take care of those forgotten when shit went down. I told you we were the good guys. Now make yourself comfortable, I got other business to attend too." With that he left a confused Glenn and I standing there.

"Such a pretty little girl." I turned to look at a sweet old lady standing next to me. I gave her a tiny smile.

"Come, come I got something for you." She grabbed my hand and wanted me to follow her so I left Glenn there knowing he would be fine.

She led me to a small room with a bed, a drawer, and a small desk. She told me to sit down on the bed and then pulled out a little box from her drawer. She opened it and inside, it was filled with Mexican candy. I knew my excitement must have been visible in my expression because she put the box on my lap and said "Take them, you can have as many as you like whenever you like."

It was no surprise my eyes got watery. She reminded me of my own grandma back in Mexico.

"Thankyou." I told her as I wiped away the tears. I didn't want her to think I didn't like her gift because I did.

"What's wrong mijita?" She said as she sat down next to me and enveloped me in a big grandma hug.

"Nothing, you just remind me of my grandma back in Mexico, I hope she is all right." I smiled at her this time.

"Oh, mija don't worry us grandmas are stronger than you think." She winked at me and I laughed a little.

We sat there and ate candies for what felt like hours. I enjoyed this; it felt so normal, I almost forgot there was dead people roaming the streets outside. She had proceeded to give me a hat and a scarf she had knitted for her granddaughter; I put it inside my tote bag that I still had with me. She said I reminded her of her granddaughter as well.

We were in the middle of our conversation when I heard Rick's voice inside the building which meant Alexis was with them too because she would not let anyone come get me without her. I said my thanks to the lady and ran out the room following the voices.

"Alexis! Alexis! Look what I got, you are going to love this!" I was so excited to show her the candy. I was running with the box in my hands. I finally got to the room I had left Glenn in and saw everyone was hovering over a man that had trouble breathing. I saw Glenn, Rick, T-dog, Daryl. My eyes kept scanning the room looking for her until my eyes met Rick's.

I dropped my box of candy and when it hit the floor I felt all eyes on me. I could read it in his eyes; something had gone wrong and she was not here nor would she be outside. Suddenly my lungs could not get enough air and my face got hot. I forgot where I was and just sat back against the wall gasping for air.

"She's having a panic attack." All I could hear were words but I could not make out the meaning. I felt strong arms pull my back against a hard chest. The person holding me put one of his hands over my eyes and his other on my back while talking on my ear and reminding me where I was and that everything was fine. Who was this person? And how did he know what to do in case of a panic attack? Alexis always knew what to do but she wasn't here anymore.

"Keep an eye on her I need to go talk to Felipe." I heard Rick's voice.

The person who had helped me, realized I was better and took the hand away from my eyes. I suddenly saw I was sitting on someone's lap and I became filled with embarrassment. I crawled away from the person and finally looked up to see who it was.

It was none other than Daryl Dixon with no sign of emotion on his face. I was absolutely shocked to say the least.

"Why…How did you know how to?" I was stuttering over my own words.

"My mum thought me how." He picked himself up from the floor.

I just stayed there sitting against the wall as silent tears began to fall slowly at first, and then harder along with sobbing. I would never see her again. My friend who had seen me through the end of the world and who knew me better than anyone. I was alone in this world. I would miss her rolling her eyes at me and her diva attitude.

"Your shoes are untied." Glenn pointed at my shoes. I knew none of them knew what to say, but that made my crying louder. I tried to reach for my shoelaces with shaky hands. I kept trying to tie them but kept missing horribly when Daryl slapped my hands away and tied both in less than 30 seconds. I guess he had gotten tired of watching me try.

At that minute, Rick came back. He kneeled in front of me and placed a folded piece of paper along with an old picture and a necklace on my lap. "I'm sorry for your loss." He looked genuinely sorry.

"She asked me to bring you back with us. You will be fine, I promise." He patted my knee and stood back up. I nodded and tried to wipe away the tears and snot with my long sleeve. Once I could contain my crying to a minimum, I put on the small butterfly necklace around my neck and put the picture and note inside my bag. I don't think I could read the note right now.

"Come on we have to go." Rick told me.

I picked up the box of candy and stood up to follow the group out of the building. The whole walk to the van was silent. I kept to the back of the group lost in my thoughts and memories of my best friend.

"Where the hell's our van?" I heard Daryl say.

I broke out of my thoughts to realize we had come to a stop and the van was missing. They assumed Mele had taken it and would take his vengeance back to camp which raised some alertness in all of us. There were women and children there; we had to hurry back.

"Come on we got to run." Rick said and began picking up the pace. I was trying my hardest to keep up. I didn't want to slow them down or look weak. I was a good distance behind them but I was trying my hardest. If Alexis could see me now, she wouldn't believe I had been running with minimum breaks for hours nonstop. It had gotten dark by now.

We heard it before we even got there. The screaming and the yelling filled with snarling and the smell of blood. I took out my small gun and got ready. The night was filled with gun shots and death.

Once everything got quiet I knew it was over. I looked around and saw families hugging and others mourning their dead.

The fact I had not slept in 2 days finally hit me when my legs buckled under me and exhaustion overtook me. I blacked out and hit the cold ground only to dream about my lost friend.

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