"Daryl… Daryl!" Rick yelled as Daryl turned around to go back out.

"You'll need your rest. If you want someone who knows these woods better than…" Lycaon began.

"Gen!" Fox grabbed hold of Fox and cried. "I'm so happy that you're here now!"

"Hey can you let go now? I'm really tired."

"Sorry," Fox jumped back but still looked just as excited as the moment she hopped into the group. "Let me help you to your bed. Maggie, will you help us?"

Daryl shot an angry look at Rick. "How come you have a plan for everything, but the one time Carol needs our help you're just sitting on your fucking hands?"

"Daryl…" Rick looked weak and sad.

Micchone stepped in between the two men. "I advised him that we should stay. Do you remember Carol back at Terminus? She knows what she can handle, but in case you were wondering we are going to go out for her as soon as we get the town under control. Look at these people! They're scared! They don't know this kind of life, and they don't need to see us acting like we don't got our shit together now do they?" Micchone's face was only an inch away from Daryl's.

Daryl threw his bag to the ground and walked away.

"I'll help get Carol," Sasha began.

"No Sasha, we need you here. You're skills are better put to use at the watchtowers. You've got the best aim out of all of us. I'll go, but we need to secure the area before anything else. No point in bringing Carol back if the town falls under."

Lycaon's eyes opened to see that it was now night. She heard some arguing outside and took a look. She saw Rick, Daryl and a man arguing at the gate. The man looked like he had seen hell. She slipped out of the room and walked up to the group.

"What's going on?"

They looked at Lycaon with mild irritation and continued their discussion.

"Did they say anything at all about where they were going," Rick asked.

"No," the man shook his head furiously. "There was a lot of blood when they left. Carol didn't look too good. Said he had some questions for her." He looked at Daryl hesitantly. "I think he was looking for you guys."

"Shit!" Daryl leaned his head up. "That's it, I'm going."

"You can't see anything in this dark," Rick hissed.

"I can see plenty!"

"I'm going with you." They both looked at Lycaon furiously.

"Why does this concern you," Rick asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't but I have a lot to do and it can't be done behind closed doors."

"Do you know who Negan is," Morgan asked cautiously.

Lycaon's eyes widened and she looked at Daryl. "If you want to help your girlfriend then you had better let me help you. We will need more than just us though. You won't even get close to her without a few others."

"What can you tell us about him," Rick asked.

"One of my associates stole a bag of oats from him thinking that he wouldn't be too mad since Negan doesn't like oats. Apparently, stealing is far more loathsome. He didn't just kill my man, but he let him suffer. I won't say anything more until you at least have two more people on the job. We won't succeed in extracting her otherwise."

"I'll get Micchone. Morgan, make sure he doesn't leave." Rick ran off into the night.

"How bad was she," Daryl asked softly.

"I didn't get too close. He had men on watch."

"I know where they live. They normally have only ten men at their base during daylight. They have five go out and hunt for food and anything else that can be useful. Getting in might be a little difficult since my friend and I had snuck in the only way we knew how."

"What's their fortification like?"

She looked at Daryl. He had calmed down. "Well it's a lot like this, but smaller and with barbed wire on the top… He really likes barbed wire…" Lycaon didn't want to say too much on the matter. "Since they don't have a large group they have a single man guarding each side of their complex. Now these men aren't like regular people like you or I. These are former mercenaries. They know how to fight and what is worse they all work under Negan. You can't find anyone more depraved than him." She saw Michonne and Sasha heading their way. "Before going out there, there is something that you need to know." She watched Daryl cautiously. "You will need to acknowledge that it is already too late…" Daryl turned around. "No Daryl. You will need to abandon all hope. Your friend is either dead, or we are going there to put her out of her misery. She won't be coming back here alive."