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I will have to visit my pain. My fear. My weaknesses. My nightmares and demons. The skeletons lurking in my closet and the horrific possibility of self-disclosure, even if veiled.

Because, as I well know, that's where the frozen sea inside of me is. If you are ever going to crack the ice of another person's soul, you have to be brave enough to go first. To be a witness. A testimony. An example.

I sit on the sofa curled into a ball, it was like a horror movie outside. The sky became dark and low with ominous black clouds and the wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightening hit the air and within seconds the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the dirt road haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. It pounded on the roof as if it were demanding entrance. Again, there was a mutter of thunder from the blackened sky as the wind tore leaves from the trees.

He was traveling in this, but he had been gone with Morgan for hours now, he was very likely safe at Hilltop. I could see the sun trying to poke through, but it was a battle the bright shining sun was about to lose as the storm had full control, even as the clock chimed it reached six in the morning. Duane and Carol would soon be up, so might as well make some eggs, being here makes me miss my home, my animals, my garden and the fresh food it wielded. These are fresh eggs and pork, but he was lacking in food since we arrived, but Jerry said he would bring her more supplies.

The pitter patter of the rain pouring down was all I could hear, silence could be very tricky making you see or hear things that would never be there with the chatter of others. Now the sizzle of the eggs hitting the hot pan brings more noise filling the emptiness.

My stomach was sour, I moved plating the fluffy scrambled eggs as they both walked in looking refreshed and ready for another day. "Morning, Carol. Duane did you sleep okay with the storm brewing?"

Carol retorted, "A storm is good it will halt the Saviors, I am sure the boys made it to Hilltop just fine before it started." she sits but she looks worried all the same, Duane is already eating, guess the fear of not having enough points have finally faded from his mind.

"You need to get a little shut eye, Cami." she was right, but I was scared to sleep, the silence returns as the scraping of forks are the only thing heard.

"Duane, you will be getting a lesson later in the day. Education is still important."

"Yes ma'am." at least I could help him in some way.

I did need to lie down though, I was dizzy and my body still trying to recover as best as it could. Still in my boots, jeans, and sweater I curl up on the bed smelling him all over his pillow. The storm was soothing in its intensity but even when I closed my eyes I see Negan, hear the words he would mutter in my ear as he thought I slept, even the feel of his paws on me are still there, like they never left.

The sweat was building as my heart raced, he was not here, he was not here was all I chanted like a song.

Feeling the heavy sensation of my eyes drooping close when the door burst open, Duane with two bags crashed through the door. "Jerry said Saviors are coming, we have to leave, they are making sure to take shelter here during the storm, with some at The Kingdom. Here is a bag, we have to go out the back now." I was up slinging the bag over my shoulder, Carol was red in the face.

"You get to Hilltop, or Alexandria, or your brothers, in fact get to your brothers. I will send Daryl that way." she was shoving us out the door into the rain. He was bundled in a thick black winter coat, I pulled mine on, the hood providing some relief as we hit the woods behind the house, we had no time to stop. I couldn't get to my family's farm, no map. I wasn't even sure Hilltop was going to be found but for now we just have to get distance between us and the cottage.

The mud was thick as we traveled through the day, Duane was tall like Carl, he was not a little boy like I kept thinking. His voice was deep too, "Did you hear that?"

I did.

"I did, we need to move faster," but it was not that easy the storm was making everything worse, we are chilled to the bone, walkers roam but as long as we're silent they stay hidden.

Duane was looking around when his eyes grew wide.

"Negan, its Negan. He had to come from that road we passed, maybe he saw us." this was how we found us running through the pouring rain, the thick mud both falling and getting right back up and running again.

"YOU CAN RUN BUT I FOUND YOU." his voice demented as it rang clear over the rain, he came from the woods we are done for. Behind us is a small cliff and a river below, in front was Dwight, Wade, Simon, and Negan.

Lucille was on his shoulders, his face was like a nightmare, cold, demented and pissed. If he caught us we are both dead, well I was just going to get hurt while he killed Duane in a brutal way. Fog it swooped in and skirted around the men and the trees, like a giant eraser moving indiscriminately to eradicate what was once there into something that's not. We all stood in a pocket of it, but it only seemed like a pocket to me. I knew that we too are swallowed, erased, eradicated by this enveloping whiteness. It hurt my eyes, it was so white. Staring at it made me feel like I was staring at myself staring at nothing. My mind fought hard to drum up a thousand-different description to plaster across it. But there was nothing that could truly describe nothing. Each thought I had seemed loud and exposed, just like every movement she made in the silence that wrapped like the fog around us.

Dwight looked more worried now, my eyes moved back to Negan's, he looked like the cat that trapped the mouse. He was not as composed as normal. "Get the hell over here right now, come now and the boy will live, might be limping, but he will be alive." he was serious, the way his voice came out was like every nightmare come to life.

Duane gave me a look; his voice shook and broke as he looked behind us over the cliff to the churning waters below. I was freezing my hair plastered to my face "We got to jump, don't think we have much of a choice now. He will hurt you really bad this time, and me they might leave me semi alive." he was right, I would never see Daryl again if we gave up. He held his hand out to me, I clasped it the fall wouldn't be too rough, I've done worse jumps.

Negan saw what we planned, he charged forward. "DON'T YOU DARE!" Duane and I jumped, the air was cold, but the water was below freezing, his hand slipped from mine as we swam upwards, I struggled under the water until my head popped above the water seeing him near the river bank. My body on the verge of giving up but I had to make sure Daryl was okay, I struggled my arms heavy as Duane hauled me into the dirt.

His voice bellowed down. "GET HER AND KILL THAT KID, NOW!"

I gave him a look, "RUN!" and we did taking to the woods our feet pounding into the dirt, the trees thinned out and a clearing was seen, next we saw an old ford. I was in trying to use what little knowledge I had of stealing cars to use, with the wires cross it started and had gas, not a filled tank but nearly half as Duane and I drove off heading to anywhere but here.

"I got you, Duane. I can keep you safe." I smiled, hoping beyond anything that I could.

Daryl's point of view…

I stand with Rick and Jesus when Benjamin walks through the gates of Hilltop, I stayed gone two days longer than I should have, she needed me, but we have the upper hand on the coming battle. I missed Cameron, everything about me was worried about her, I have seen girls like her before, after they get abused.

"Saviors came with the storm, Duane and Cami escaped, but guess Negan caught up with them. Carol is at the Kingdom; King Ezekiel was able to convince Negan she had nothing to do with it. Carol is now joining the search for them, it's been two days and we have no trace, we lost them at the cliff side, it looks like she and Duane jumped, and no sign of them getting out of the river bank either." my heart hammered in my chest, she was gone.

Rick just choked his eyes watering as Morgan just looked to change, his facial expression turned evil. "That mother fucker is going to die, every Savior is going to die. They have taken everything from us, now they have taken too much. She was all I had. The line must be drawn here! This far! No farther! And I will make them pay for what they have done." I couldn't help but compare the night with my own state of mind. Just like those clouds, my insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering me. Something was hurting me. Something ached inside me.

I sit by myself, away from Maggie and Glenn who are both in mourning, Rick in shock, he left to break the news to his family. I lay on the ground, my face closed in a grimace, my skin is pale and clammy. Every few minutes I would scream, not like one of those guys in some Tarantino movie being tortured, but worse. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then I would go quiet, just panting. I should have been there at her side, at least then she would have known I cared that I loved her more than anything. But instead I walked away to come here.

"He is goin to pay, Cami."