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AN: Alright let's dive in, let's have some fun.

Inside the Church Ambushing the Terminus people

Brady had a history of reacting violently lately, but she had never premeditated. Her anger fueled her, she had to let it. The thought of what Gareth and his people had done to her father made her blood boil. Rick had a plan, and she trusted him. She had to. She couldn't back down. She knew this was the right way to handle the situation and ensure that Gareth and his group would never come after them again.

As they followed Rick's lead into the church, Michonne, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, and Brady moved with stealth and weapons raised. When they entered, they heard Judith crying, which gave away the location of the others. Before Gareth could do anything, Rick shot one of his men and ordered calmly, "Put your guns on the floor."

The group had successfully surprised Gareth and his men, but the situation was far from over. Gareth tried to negotiate with Rick, but Rick wasn't having any of it.

"Rick, we are going to fire right into that office," Gareth said, pointing to the closed office door. "So you lower your gun-"

Before Gareth could finish his sentence, Rick shot off his pointer finger, causing him to whimper in pain.

"Put your guns on the floor and kneel," Rick ordered, advancing towards Gareth with his gun still pointed at him. He was determined and unafraid.

Brady, Michonne, Abraham, Glenn, and Maggie all followed Rick's lead, guns raised and ready for any sudden movements.

With Gareth whimpering in pain, "Do what he says." Brady felt a sense of satisfaction as Gareth groaned and obeyed, falling to all fours on the floor.

As Gareth's men obediently followed his orders and placed their guns on the floor before kneeling, Brady seized the opportunity to stand behind one of them, her grip on her gun tightening. The memories of the atrocities committed by these cannibals came flooding back to her - the horrific act of eating people, the separation from her loved ones, and the murder of her father. The sheer anger and determination she felt made her mantra clear: they deserved to die. It was the only way to ensure the safety of her group, and Brady was ready to do her part or so she thought.

Rick stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. Rick's eyes didn't leave Gareth's, his finger still tight on the trigger. Gareth's realization that there was no point in begging only confirmed what Rick already knew. There was no turning back from this

"Still, you could have killed us when you came in. There had to be a reason for that," Gareth's body trembled, but his voice remained steady. He knew that they could have easily killed them all when they stormed into the building. There had to be a reason why they didn't.

But Rick's response was cold as if it was an everyday fact, "We didn't want to waste the bullets."

"We used to help people. We saved people," Gareth tried to appeal to their shared humanity, "We were going to save Brady." she scoffed, knowing that she didn't need saving from Gareth.

"You don't know what it is to be hungry," Gareth said, his voice wavering as he tried to justify his actions. "You don't have to do this. We can walk away. And we will never cross paths again. I promise you." He was practically begging at this point. So, much for not begging.

"But you'll cross someone's path. You'd do this to anyone, right," Rick didn't buy it, "Besides, I already made you a promise."

Brady watched as Rick holstered his gun and calmly grabbed a machete. His composure was eerie, his calm demeanor would have been more frightening to her if she wasn't a part of this as Rick raised the machete and sliced through Gareth's head in one clean motion. The sickening sound of the blade cutting through flesh echoed in the room, and for a moment, everything went still.

Then, as if on cue, Sasha, Abraham, and Michonne followed Rick's lead and sprang into action. They fought with ruthless efficiency, cutting down the remaining Terminus people. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, and the sound of screaming filled the air.

Don't think just do. She followed his lead. She holstered her gun and pulled out Malcolm's knife, her hands surprisingly steady. Her group was depending on her to do this, to get revenge for her father and all the innocent people who were lured to Terminus and killed. Brady didn't give herself time to think. With a slow breath, slit the man's throat, just like they had done to her father. It seemed to happen in slow motion, the sight of blood spilling out of his neck made her feel regret. As she looked around, she saw the rest of her group following Rick's lead and slaughtering the remaining Terminus people. All her anger and determination drained out of her at that moment. She saw a flash of her father's face looking just like the man she had just killed, and she was overcome with a wave of nausea. Brady realized that she was no better than the people she was fighting against. With trembling hands, she dropped the knife and stumbled back against the wall, struggling to come to terms. What had she done? Who had she become?

This. This was different. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had crossed a line, that she had become someone she didn't recognize. This wasn't self-defense. This couldn't be her even if it had to be done. But it had to be done.

Brady couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that consumed her as she stared down at the lifeless bodies at her feet. The weight of what she had just done hit her like a ton of bricks. Her mind was numb, yet she couldn't ignore the fact that this wasn't like any other fight for survival she had been in before. She had always acted out of necessity, to protect herself and her group. But this time, she had taken a life in cold blood.

The silence in the room was deafening. She could sense Maggie's fearful and concerned gaze on her, but the words of comfort died on her lips as she realized there was nothing she could say to make this better.

Brady's gaze flickered back to the knife in her hand, now smeared with the blood of the people she had just killed. She couldn't bring herself to look at the face of the man she had ended, but the memories of their screams and their pleas for mercy echoed in her head.

She knew she had to snap out of it, had to do something to ease the tension in the room. She began to mechanically move the bodies, ignoring the gore that coated her hands and jeans. She was determined to do this for the others, to let them rest easy.

Brady realized that she had reached her true limit. She could feel her emotions shutting off, it was a defense mechanism to protect herself from the crushing weight of her guilt and remorse.