A/N: Hello my lovelies! I know what you're thinking, "A chapter on a Wednesday?" Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's not a full chappie. Not anything close. I just wanted to put this little tease up before Saturday. Kind of like an epilogue to, "Too Far Gone," y'know? I wanted it to stand alone.

Oh, and just a heads up, the next chapter is going to be written in present tense. I'm not sure how that's gonna go, but I wanted to try something different. So, instead of, "he said," it's going to be, "he says," and stuff. Just wanted you to know!

And now, onto the tease.

No One's POV

Michonne stared in horror as Alyssa dropped to the ground in a heap, blood pooling around her right shoulder.

"No!" She screeched, turning around. Standing proudly in the field was a man, an army cap on his thinning gray hair. In his hands was a smoking .45 Colt. Michonne took no time at all striding towards him and stabbing him in the eye with her katana. She moved back to her child, bending her knees to drop to the floor.

"Ohmygod!" She cried, grasping Alyssa's good shoulder. "Come on, sweetie. Get up. You have to get up."

"Shoulder- ah!" Alyssa cried, tears flowing from her eyes. "It hurts."

"I know." Michonne said to her daughter. "But you have to get up. We have to go."

"Exit wound?" Alyssa gasped out in between pants. "Is there- an exit wound?"

Michonne moved Alyssa's shoulder strap to the side, earning a gasp of pain from the child. Michonne quickly said, "Sorry. I'm so sorry."

She searched the piece of pale skin, finding an exit wound on the other side. "There's one. Good. We can treat it."

"But not here." Alyssa panted, grasping her mothers' dark shoulders.

"Not here." She agreed. "Come on, hold onto me."

Alyssa, taking a hold on the straps of her mothers' shirt, groaned as Michonne stood up. "C'mon, Liz. You got this."

"Ahh!" Alyssa cried, moving up from the dirt. "Okay... Okay." She wheezed.

"Can you walk?" Michonne asked gingerly, holding Alyssa close with one arm. The other, her right, held her katana. If needed, she would let go of her child and use it.

"Yeah. It's my arm. I'll be fine." She answered, moving from Michonne. She took her Glock from the weeds, holding it with her left rather than her right. She and Michonne were quiet, walking through the weeds, away from the prison.