"Rick, we've got to talk," Rosita began.

"We've got to clean up first." Rick muttered. "We'll catch up later Eliza, but I'll need you and your team…" Rick suddenly realized that the strangers were all young. "I need you all to lock yourselves up in that house while we clean up around here."

"Rick, we saved your ass. I'm pretty sure we can help," Eliza smirked.

"Eliza, I don't think he'll be used to a kid saying ass," a woman said.

"They need our help…"

"… And we need rest Eliza. Some of us had quite a time reaching here." The woman replied.

"Aww come on Fox…"

"No," Rick and Fox said together.

"Fine," Eliza moped and followed her friends into a building.

"Rick," Rosita grabbed Rick's shoulder. "Rick! Carol, Morgan, and Denise are gone."

Rick stared at Rosita for a long time trying to process what she had said. He sucked in a deep breath. "That is important, but we've got to clear out the compound." Rick turned to everyone else. "Let's split up. Maggie and Glenn you three flank the right. Micchone and Tara on the left. Rosita and I will take center."

They all dispersed. Rosita scanned the area, "I thought I'd check in on them. See, before we got to the armory we found Carol and Morgan knocked out on the ground. The wolf guy had a knife against Denise's throat. He took off with Denise with one of our guns." She let Rick finish his groan. "I went to go check in on them before regroup and found that they were both gone."

"Once we regroup we'll need to make a plan. It's going to be hard without Daryl around. I'm sure Carol and Morgan are out trying to recover Denise."

Carol stormed away from the town. Her eyes smoldered as she looked on ahead. Morgan trailed behind. "Carol… I'm sorry."

"Don't follow me Morgan."

"Look… You just can't do this alone. You shouldn't even be out here. You're hurt. Let me get Denise."

Carol laughed and rolled her eyes. "Right… I can see how that goes. Hey can we have Denise back?"

"I'll fight for her Carol," Morgan said firmly.

"I'm sure. Just like you fought for that wolf."

"Carol…"

"No! No this is not about you! Do you know how this happened? It's because you were too afraid to admit to yourself of who you are! Since you are trying to focus on being something that you're not: a good guy. Good guys don't even exist! But we can be responsible Morgan." Carol turned around and followed after the trail that she could faintly see.

She could feel that Morgan had given her a lot of space but he was still following her. Except for the occasional walker ruining the trail she felt like she was doing all right.

She smiled warmly as she thought how proud Daryl would be as she read the landscape to find Denise. She took in the small comfort that she was no longer caged in that town feeling restless and wondering when Daryl would get back. Who knows, maybe their paths might cross and they could go home together.

Morgan trailed behind while looking at Carol. He ignored all thought about the events. Thinking about what he had done wrong wasn't going to help their current situation. Once they got Denise and returned back to town Morgan promised himself that he'll leave in the middle of the night. He had made too many mistakes while in town. It'd be a wonder if anyone would forgive him for it.

Dusk came much too early. He saw that Carol had given up. It would be difficult to see the trail in the dark. He watched Carol take down a walker and cover herself with its gore. She climbed up the tree to sleep.

Morgan sighed and went to go look for his own walker. When he returned to his spot he heard a shout. Morgan deftly moved closer to Carol's tree. She was being dragged away by six men. Morgan's legs buckled and he couldn't move any closer. Someone was left behind to keep a look out.

"Hey there sweetheart. I've got a question for you," the leader said as he nudged her with his boot. "What comes to mind when you think of a ginger, a black femme fatale, and a white trash biker driving a truck?" Carol looked mystified for only a moment. Morgan winced when Carol's face gave away that she knew who this man was talking about. "I see that the answer escapes you. Well let me tell you the answer: a pissed off Negan. I'm going to take you on back and ask you a few questions. If you answer right we might just let you live, but don't test me. People look at me and think I look like a nice guy… and I am a nice guy! It's just my baby Lucille… well, she's got quite a temper."

There was something that glistened in the moon's light… something dreadful. Negan swung into the air in excellent form. It was a baseball bat with barbed wire.