and another new chapter. Sorry, it might be stupid. I'm just glad I'm done with this part. I'm not good at writing action scenes and conflicts. Lol.
And I'm afraid to tell you that there are only 1-2 chapters left! They're gonna be Connaryl/immunity chapters though.
I thought I was gonna post more, but it doesn't look like it. So yeah!

setting: episode 16 "Welcome To The Tombs"

Damnation

Chapter 66 - Battle

He had heard the constant rattling of machine guns for several minutes, and then there was nothing. Connor and Carol were running down the corridors in the mean time, guns raised, knives ready and eyes open. Although it wasn't the first time that Connor was fighting people with guns he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest. He was both terrified and at the same time excited, because it had been too long since he'd last fought a large group of enemies instead of dead people. They reached the door to the boiler room about two minutes after they had heard that second loud explosion outside. They weren't really sure but it had sounded like a grenade, maybe even something larger like a bomb.

They were worried about Glenn, Maggie and Rick. The couple was still outside, with only a couple of guns, limited ammo and riot suits protecting them from what sounded like a larger group. Rick was inside the other cell block to let the other group of walkers loose. Connor didn't really like the fact that their leader didn't get to wear a riot suit over there because they didn't have any more of them, but Rick had insisted that he, Maggie and Glenn should be the ones wearing them and not him.

When Connor and Carol reached the door they exchanged a couple of worried glances. They would not speak because they didn't want to give away their location now with their enemy being inside, but both their worries and fears were still obvious. Connor placed a hand on Carol's shoulder and nodded, to let her know that it was time for her to make her way over to the nerve center of the prison. The woman placed her hand on his and then nodded, and after looking at him for a while she turned around and started running again.

Connor took a deep breath and swallowed hard, knowing that each member of his group could die in a blink of an eye soon. He had never worked a "job" with so many people before, and he didn't like it at all. Connor positioned himself, know that it would only be a matter of seconds until the fight started. The footsteps got louder and louder while he grabbed one of their flashbangs. Every member of the group had a couple of those to distract people, and he knew that he needed to make each one count.

The blonde MacManus leaned against the wall for a moment and stared up at the ceiling. He reached for his chest and cursed when he remembered that he didn't have his rosary with him. The absence of it made him think about Daryl again, and prayed to god that his friend was safe right now. That no one had discovered him yet, that no one had shot him or the rest of the group, and that hopefully, they were on their way to Woodbury now.

Which made the whole fight even more necessary. They needed to take all the evil ones out. They needed to make sure that Daryl and the others would be safe at it sounded like the enemy was just around the corner he threw the grenade at the corridor right in front of him, where it exploded with a loud bang. The corridors filled with smoke within seconds, and then there were terrified screams and yelling that echoed through the whole building. Carol had obviously heard the bang as her sign to start the next part of Connor's plan, because right then the alarm system came back to life, beeping and ringing in his ears with flashes of red light. He could hear Rick's voice echo through the entire prison and the recording over the PA system seemed to work as well.

"Leave this prison now. We do not want to fight you. This is your last chance to end this. You 've been mislead. No one needs to get hurt" it said over and over again, which made the Irishman snort.

It had been the others' idea, not his, and he doubted that it would do anything about the situation. As if people were just going to leave after blowing up parts of their prison and slaughtering everything with bullets.

Connor grabbed the door handle to the boiler room, to let all the walkers they had trapped out of there.
He threw another bunch of flashbangs and then grabbed his gun to be ready in case someone still got too close to him.

He kept shoving and yelling at the walkers in the meantime to get them to move towards the enemy. The noise was ringing in his ears because there was so much happening at once. He heard the terrified screams of men and women, meaning that Andrea had been right about the Woodbury fighters. Then there was the growling and groaning of the walkers that kept stumbling out of the room, ignoring him and staggering right after the Woodburians, who seemed to leave the cell blog in panic. When he heard gunshots outside he knew that it was time to leave as well, so Connor started running and headed for the corridor that led to the bridge.

There were only a couple of walkers that crossed his path on his way there, but in contrast to his enemies he did not fear them any longer, because he knew that they wouldn't attack him and because he knew that they were actually working with them right now. Once again Connor couldn't run for too long because of his screwed leg from the car accident last year, but he eventually reached the bridge and was greeted by a gunshot right away. The Irishman cursed and ducked down to hide behind one of the metal tables they had brought from the cafeteria.

He fell to his knees and started crawling along the floor to get to his rifle, the grenades and ammo they had stored there.
He was busy reloading when Rick suddenly fell right next to him and kicked the other door shut.

"You made it!" the Irishman cheered and then patted Rick's shoulder.

It didn't take the two men too long to get ready for the fight.
Once their rifles were ready to shoot and the grenades were ready to throw they got back on their feet and left their hideout to start shooting.

"Remember! Not te fuckin women and kids! Just the men that shoot back at us!" Connor yelled and then grabbed the grenade.

The Irishman took a look around the prison yard because he wanted to find the cars Woodbury had used to get here, but just for a second he had to stop and watch what was going on. The yard was filled with people and walkers, and there were bullets flying everywhere. He could hear the terrified screams of women and men that were trying to get away from the undead, and it was obvious that they were far from trained for this sort of situation. Carol had successfully closed the gate and now there were people piling up on it, desperate to get out, while others were being eaten alive on the pavement.

Most of the shooters didn't even know who they were supposed to shoot at. Some of them kept shooting the walkers, others were fully concentrated on him, Rick, Glenn and Maggie. Which made it even more obvious who needed to be taken out and who not. When Connor noticed how some of the men started running for the one car that was parked right in the yard he noticed the massive machine gun and grenade launcher on there. He widened his eyes and knew that it was his turn to act.

"Get down!" he yelled as loud as he could and then threw the grenade right at the car.

A second later there was a violent loud bang and a fountain of fire as the earth started shaking because of the explosion. All the yelling and shooting stopped abruptly because everyone down at the yard was thrown to the ground because of the blast wave. Pieces of ash and metal started raining down at them, then Rick turned his head and looked at Connor in utter shock.

"What the hell was this about?! We want to scare them away, not slaughter them!" he spat and shoved the other man who was quite surprised himself. He had not intended such a big explosion, and even he had to admit that his plan was working too well. This wasn't war. It was a bloody massacre. The screaming and shooting downstairs resumed, and he could hear the constant clacking of bullets hitting the metal tables they used to hide. Connor swallowed hard and then grabbed his rifle with his healthy hand.

"They had a fuckin grenade launcher and a .50 calibre machine gun on that fuckin thing! If they'd managed t'get over there then we would be swiss fuckin cheese by now!" he defended his actions and then glared at Rick.

"Now take that African dude out. 3 o'clock. Behind te table. Keeps shooting at Maggie and Glenn. Do it! I take te fuckin Latino" he growled and took a deep breath before getting back up to start shooting.

He was now facing the damage he had done. Some people were still lying on the ground, desperate to crawl away from the car wreck and walkers. There was fire coming from the car. Many people had terrible cuts because of the explosions. Then there were the walkers who wouldn't stop coming out of both prison blocks. Connor froze when he saw a woman lying there on the ground. Two walkers were on top of her and just about to attack. He could also see the guy he wanted to shoot. The guy kept shooting at Maggie and Glenn and was in a prefect position for Connor to shoot him in the head, but the screams of the woman got louder and more desperate, and that to a point where the Irishman could no longer take it.

"Jesus fuckin Christ" he growled and then took aim at the walkers heads instead. He took another deep breath and then held it so he could pull the trigger. He hit the first walker right in the head which made the undead twitch and then fall back. A second later he hit the head of the other one, which landed right on top of the shrieking woman.

She turned her head with wide eyes and then stared at him in shock. Connor gave her a slight nod with an unreadable expression on his face and startled when a bullet missed him by just a couple of inches. He ducked down and cursed, only to turn his head in the direction where the shot had come from. He could see the guy from earlier again, the one he had wanted to shoot.

"Motherfucker!" he exclaimed and took aim with one swift motion. The man tried to jump back behind the office table, but Connor was faster. He pulled the trigger two times and hit the man in his chest and then head. Rick hit the African American at the same time, and after shooting another two men who tried to shoot them the Irishman finally had enough. He ducked down behind the table, threw his rifle over his shoulder and grabbed his Beretta instead.

"You stay up here. Take every single fuck out that tries t'get me" he said to Rick, who crouched down as well and looked at him in utter surprise.

"What?"

Connor nodded and then adjusted the small knife which he carried around his ankle.

"Aye. 'M going down there."

" Are you crazy? Just look at all this chaos down there, I won't let you do.."

"Exactly, look at this fuckin mess down there, Rick. There's women and fuckin teenagers that get slaughtered because of my fuckin plan! Andrea was right" he growled and headed for the door.

"Connor!" he heard Rick yell behind him, but chose to ignore him.

When the Irishman made his way back through the dark corridors he wasn't exactly surprised that they were empty again. All the walkers had followed the noise and people outside. There was just the stench of blood, smoke and death all around him, and there weren't just corpses of shot walkers lying around in here, he could even see two men from Woodbury.

Connor knew that he was not allowed to worry or really think right now because it could get him killed, but he could already feel the nagging of his conscience, and he was really glad that he didn't wear his rosary right now, that Murphy was dead and Daryl not here with him. It was the absence of true remorse that scared him, because although he knew that everything that was happening out there was so so wrong and against his beliefs, but right now he actually felt...nothing.

He wanted to get out there and set it right simply because of their no women no kids rule. But he was actually surprised that he didn't really care about the others anymore. It was simple. He had killed too many people already. He had bashed too many skulls in, he had shot too many heads, and after watching a couple of hundred people die he had gotten used to killing men. He remembered how terrified and disgusted he had felt when he had strangled that man to death back at the hut. This felt nothing like that. Not at all. He didn't really know what the men he had shot just a minute ago had done in their lives, but truth was that he didn't even care. He had wanted them dead no matter what. Death made everything simpler for them, and this was war.

He ran outside the cell block and hid behind a table right away, to get a better look at the situation and see what was going on. Rick, Glenn and Maggie were still shooting at the screaming and fighting crowd, but they were all careful not to hit anyone unless it was necessary. Connor noticed another screaming man on the ground and how he kept fighting another walker, and he knew that this was his chance to do something about it.

This was part two of his plan now.

Part one had been quite easy.
Scare the shit out of them.
Create chaos.
Use the chaos as a distraction to take out the suspicious ones.

As he ran over to the man he took another look at the at least five men they had killed. One of them being one of the guards that had taken him and Daryl hostage back at Woodbury. The one who had punched the shit out of his friend. He remembered another couple of faces but wasn't really sure if they were supposed to shoot them as well, but they would know in a couple of seconds.

Because this was part two, and this meant making people understand that they didn't want to kill anyone innocent. They needed to draw the twisted ones out, the ones who weren't here because they were told to be here, no he was after the ones that came here because they wanted to kill. The ones who didn't care about innocent and guilty. And he was the bait. Again.

He knew that there was only one way to stop Woodbury's fear again, and that was to force them to see that they could be working together if only they wanted. They weren't terrorists. Terrorists killed people because they loved it and because they were sickos. And the governor had done a pretty fine job convincing these people that they were the bad ones, that they were the terrorists. He needed to make them understand that they were the good ones.

So Connor ran over to the screaming man and launched himself at the walker, to shove him away and stab his head.
The other man was still screaming and yelling and then tried to attack Connor, but the Irishman grabbed his wrist midair and stared him right in the eye.

"We don't wanna kill ye, alright?! You've been mislead, brother" he growled and then used the arm he held by its wrist to pull the man up.

"Now get yer shit t'gether and help me kill these undead fucks instead of us killing each other" he went on and headed for the next walker, being well aware of the fact that the man could point his gun at his back and shoot him any second. But it looked like the man was too shocked and surprised by his deed to do any such thing. Connor heard another two screaming and fighting women and then ran over to them to help them and kill the next couple of walkers, as bullets kept flying all around him.

He knew that it was ridiculously dangerous down here but he wanted everything to end. He was getting sick and tired of all the death and screams around him, he just wanted to sleep and rest, he just wanted to get back to his friend and make sure he was save and sound. This was so different compared to all the jobs he had done before, all the murders he had committed. This was actually his first real war, and he hated it.

Although it was a bit sick and twisted he had to admit that his kind of murder had been fun for him. He had enjoyed being a serial killer, he had enjoyed killing so many mobsters back in the old days. But this was nothing like that now. He wasn't fighting mobsters, this wasn't easy and done after a couple of minutes. This was dirty, messy, bloody, fucked up and ugly. It needed to stop. He finally understood what his uncle and father had told him about the war. How you just knew that a war was necessary and glorious, but that didn't mean that you were going to like it. That by the end of the day after after hearing to many gunshots you just wanted to go home. He felt just like that right now.

Connor went on like this, running from one group to the next, killing walkers and hiding from bullets while Rick, Glenn and Maggie kept an eye on everything from their higher position. They soon started shooting the walkers instead of the pavement, and they only had to take out another three men who tried to shoot Connor despite his obvious tries to help people instead of killing them.

He could hear Andrea's and Hershel's shouting behind him, but Daryl did not care. He kept walking with his hand clutched to his aching chest. He needed to get away from them, back to the prison. This plan was ridiculous, everything was ridiculous, and there was no way he was going to Woodbury while the other half of their group was being slaughtered here. He needed to help, he needed to make sure that everyone was alright. Connor. Carol. Rick. Maggie. Glenn. They needed to get out of there.

The hunter had to stop for a second and a violent and painful cough escaped his mouth. There were some droplets of blood on his clenched fist but he chose to ignore that, just like he was ignoring the incredible pain in his chest from the fresh gunshot wound. He could see the prison now, saw all the smoke and fire. There were still some gunshots but the heavy explosions had stopped by now. The shooting meant that there was still someone alive back there, so he needed to get there, needed to help. He grabbed his crossbow and knife tighter as he kept walking.

It had been ridiculously hard for him to get his weapon back and run away from the group, because they had insisted that he needed to rest, that they needed to stick to the plan Rick and Connor had suggested.

Rick and Connor.

He knew that that shit was bound to go wrong. Daryl finally reached the field in front of the prison and gasped in surprise when he noticed all the walkers around the area. Right now he was glad that they were there, because they kept Andrea and the rest of the group away from him.

He still didn't know why the fuck these undead freaks wouldn't attack him all of a sudden, but part of him believed that maybe it was Connor's rosary's fault. He wasn't exactly a believer and thought that everything was bullshit, but even he couldn't fight that nagging feeling, that nagging idea that maybe there really was a god that was protecting him right now. Just because of this stupid thing around his neck. He grabbed the wooden cross with his knife still in his hands and grunted because of another sudden wave of pain in his chest.

"I swear t'fuckin god if yah dead then I'll fuckin kill yah" the hunter grunted as he staggered up the hill and towards the prison, careful to keep an eye out in case people from Woodbury decided to shoot at him. Again. There was no way he was getting shot now, he thought as he kept walking and started to worry when he noticed the fact that the gate to the prison yard was closed. He could see a car wreck there, and people who were shooting and fighting walkers, but he couldn't see the other members of his group yet.

He was well aware that this was like deja-vu. Because this was the second time he was staggering over here right after a Woodbury attack. Only that he was alone this time, not with Connor, not with... He swallowed hard and gritted his teeth. He remembered everything now. Why he had been shot. What had happened. His brother was dead. The Governor had killed him. This town had killed him. And now this godforsaken town was here, ready to take his best friend and family next. He needed to stop this.

"Daryl!" he heard Andrea's voice again and turned around, only to see that the entire group had followed him and was behind him with their two cars by now. He gritted his teeth even more because he was so angry that they really were so stupid. They could get attacked in contrast to him. And that not just because of all the walkers all around him. No, they were big and easy targets in their cars like that, and he didn't want to be responsible for their deaths just because they were so stupid and foolish.

"Just go!" he yelled back and grunted because the volume made his chest ache even more.

He turned his head again to look back at the prison, only to widen his eyes in surprise. He was now close enough to the complex to see the rest of the group. He could see Carol, Rick, Glenn and Maggie up in the bridges that connected the prison blocks as they kept shooting and shooting. But that wasn't the worst part. Seeing that neither Carol nor Rick wore any riot suits. No, what made it worse was the fact that he could see Connor down with the people from Woodbury, running around with only a knife in his hand. He was running right at their enemies and stabbed walkers and walkers only.

The guy was a complete nutter.

Daryl walked faster, his blood boiling with nothing but anger. He couldn't believe that his whole group was so incredibly fucking stupid.
He was gone for five mintues, passed out and injured and everything went to shit around him.

"Connor!" he yelled as loud as he could and had to stop walking because the world started spinning again. He was incredibly exhausted and got annoyed by the constant pounding in his chest, how it made it hard for him to breathe, concentrate and walk. The cars were close to him by now but he walked only faster then, because he wanted to get to the fence in time so he could help his friend.

"Leprechaun!" he yelled once more and coughed hard, and when he finally reached the fence that separated the field from the prison yard he grabbed the iron links as hard as he could and used them to keep himself upright. He was hiding right behind the guard tower and let his gaze wander to keep an eye on the enemy. He could see a LOT of bodies on the ground. Walkers. Shot men with their weapons still in his hand. He saw how Rick and the others kept shooting, but for some reason they wouldn't shoot at all the strangers that were running around their kept shooting at the remaining undead and for some reason most of the Woodburians shot them with them. And Connor was with them down here, running around like he belonged with them.

The Irishman finally noticed him when he turned around to check the yard for more walkers. He widened his eyes in pure shock when he saw Daryl standing there, the two cars from his group a bit behind him, heading right for the prison rather than driving away from it like he had told them to.

"What te fuck are ye doing here?!" Connor yelled back and killed another walker with a stab to his head, only to make his way over to the prison fence without really checking for enemies around him. He ran right at him and seemed furious by now.

"What te fuck? I told ye people t'get away from here! Are ye mental, there's walkers everywhere ye retard!" he yelled at his friend and pointed at the staggering undead all around them that were following the cars and headed for the fence as well.

"What the hell?!" Daryl growled back and pointed at the mess inside the fences, where both the Woodburians and the rest of the group were still fighting walkers.

"'s all part of me plan. Now get inside a fuckin car and get yer ass outta here!" Connor demanded and turned around to make sure that no threat was near.

"No! Yah gonna open the gate and let us back in, just look at this mess, man!" Daryl yelled back and needed a second to catch breath.
He leaned against the fence with a groan and squeezed his eyes shut because the pain caught him off guard.

Connor looked up when he heard the creaking of a car door. He could see how Michonne and Andrea got out of their car and ran for them, obviously just as shocked by the entire situation. They needed to kill some walkers on their way over to them, so Connor used the time to keep talking to his friend.

"Jesus, just look at ye, man. You got shot a day ago. Now get yer ass outta here, 's too fuckin dangerous."

"They don't attack me no more" Daryl growled and raised his head to look at Connor, who stared back at him with a confused frown on his face.

"What?!"

The hunter nodded with a grunt.

"Yeah. Don't know what the.."

He startled when he heard a shot and Connor was suddenly thrown right against the fence. Daryl widened his eyes in shock and instinctively ducked down, although he didn't want to. It took his brain a second to process everything, and when he finally understood that his friend had been shot and he already wanted to start yelling Connor interrupted him with a loud and painfilled gasp.

"Jesus, that hurt, motherfucker!" he exclaimed and then felt his back in shock. He could feel where the suit had been pierced, but there was no blood, and when he turned around to see who had shot at him Daryl could see that the bullet was stuck in the vest rather than his back. Connor didn't get the chance to shoot the man who had shot him because right then Rick killed him with a single and precise headshot.

Connor gave him a slight and surprised nod, only to turn around and look at Daryl again.
He wanted to say something but right then Andrea started yelling.

"Stop this, just stop it!" she yelled as the last walkers dropped to the ground and the remaining members of the Woodbury group were now pointing their guns at Connor, them, Rick and the others on the bridges.

"Andrea?" the woman Connor had saved from walkers asked and looked at her in surprise.

The blonde woman nodded but had to kill a walker, as all the undead outside the prison wouldn't stop coming at them.

"This is madness, just stop shooting each other!" she demanded and Michonne kept rattling on the gate, until she noticed that it needed to be opened manually by using one of the control panels inside the guard tower. She disappeared inside for a moment, and Andrea used the time to keep talking to the people from Woodbury, who were obviously terrified and shaken to the core because of the fight.

"They killed Martinez! Shumpert! Stella!" one of the men roared as he kept pointing his gun at Rick.

The leader of the prison group as well as Glenn and Maggie wouldn't put their weapons down either, and it was like one could almost taste the tension in the air.

"I know, but those were the ones who dragged you here in the first place. Just look at you! Look at us all, has it really come this far?
Are we really going to kill each other without even asking ourselves why?"

"They trapped us in here like rats! Locked us up with walkers and threw grenades at us!" a woman yelled then and Connor finally lost it as well.

He turned his back on Daryl and stared at the people from Woodbury, and although countless rifles were being pointed at his chest he wouldn't raise his weapon.

"And what te fuck did you do? You came in here with fuckin grenade launchers and machine guns. We've warned ye multiple times ta leave us alone and that we don't wanna fight ye. I only threw the fucking thing at te car ta keep yer sicko buddies from blowing us up. We got fuckin kids with us, man!" he yelled back and pointed at the silver car that was being protected by Carl and Hershel just behind the gate. Both members of the group were hiding behind the car with raised guns and in fear of bullets. They could hear the loud screams of Judith rip through the silence, now that the shooting had stopped.

"And I saved yer fuckin life from walkers. And yours! And yours, and yers as well, Mr fuckin big machine gun!" the Irishman went on and pointed at several people, who looked at bit confused but still wouldn't put their guns down.

He knew that he wasn't genuine about it, but it wasn't like they knew. It had been his plan, he had created this entire sick scenario on purpose just to use it in this very moment, and it seemed to work. Everyone startled and turned their heads in surprise when the gate finally opened. A few people started running right away, most of them being women.

"Margret!" a man shouted after a delicate blonde woman and then ran after her, but most of the other Woodburians stayed right where they were as Andrea entered the yard with Michonne. Daryl entered the prison yard as well, crossbow drawn as he walked around the fence. He staggered closer to Connor, who grabbed his shoulder to keep him steady and then placed himself in front of his friend while pressing his crossbow down. He didn't want the hunter in the line of fire, not after everything that had happened.

They would have a lot to talk about as soon as all this was over, and right now Connor was just angry at Daryl. Because he was the one that had screwed his plan up like that, because he was the one who had brought them into this situation right now. Andrea kept walking until she was standing right between the two groups.

"Isn't that Michonne?" they heard a man mutter as the woman came to a halt right next to her friend, katana ready to use should the whole thing escalate again.

"This is a big mistake. And this isn't anyone's fault but Phillip's" the blonde woman said as she kept looking at the people from Woodbury. Rick and Carol had made their way down by now, and while Carol ran right at Connor and Daryl to hug the hunter their leader positioned himself right next to Andrea. Just like all the others he kept his gun within reach, but right now it didn't really look like anyone was going to shoot soon. Especially not with Glenn and Maggie still being up there, with guns pointed right at any potential threat.

"They killed the Governor, and we came to finish his work" one of the remaining strong men said as he stepped forward, obviously being comfortable with taking over the leader role now that Martinez and all of the Governor's henchmen were dead.

"Do you even know what his work was, Richard?" Andrea countered and stepped closer.

"Phillip was a psychopath. He tried to kill me. He wanted to torture and kill Michonne. He kidnapped those two people up there. He beat them and assaulted them" she went on and pointed at Maggie and Glenn.

"Prove it!"

"Liar! You're with them!"

The members of Woodbury yelled and cocked their weapons again, which made Michonne raise her katana and Connor, Daryl and Rick raised their weapons as well.

"He killed my brother!" Daryl suddenly joined in, but Woodbury wouldn't have any of it.

"He was a terrorist! Just like you!"

"There's no need for this, we can end this like civilized people! We tried, in fact!" Rick countered, but Andrea placed a hand on his chest and stepped closer to the people of Woodbury again. She pressed Richard, the new leader,'s gun down.

"I was there when you lost Lucy" she reminded him of something only they knew, and then she looked at the others.

"I was there when Martinez and the others almost shot you just because you wanted to leave. And I was there when Phillip wouldn't speak to you.
Trust me, I'm not lying. And I have proof. I saw his torture chamber. Just like Milton. We can all end this today. No more bloodshed. No more violence.
We lost too much already" she went on and turned around to look at the prison group.

"Both our groups."

"It's true" said another man from Woodbury then, which made everyone look at him.

"I saw it. I was part of it" he went on and then stared down, obviously feeling ashamed of whatever he had done. Most people turned around to look at him. Only a couple of men kept their weapons pointed at the prison group, while the others listened to what the man had to say.

"We went on scouting trips. we went after that chopper pilot's squad. He told you that they died, that the pilot died. But it wasn't like that. We shot 'em up.
Stole their weapons and supplies. 's what we always did. How'd you think we got all this stuff. I just went along with it cos I didn't wanna eat a bullet myself" the man went on and then put his weapon down.

"First time we got here we crashed that gate over there and flooded the thing with walkers. Shot them up like fish in a tank."

"This is sick" said one of the women and dropped her weapon in sheer disgust.

More and more weapons dropped to the ground as the group of Woodbury came to the realisation what they had been part of.
Only a couple of men refused to put their weapons down, and Connor, who had been watching one in particular, knew that it didn't take long until one of them was going to snap.

The Irishman had noticed how the man's face had turned into stone and then lit up with anger as the other started talking about their deeds, and it was obvious that he had been part of that, that he didn't want it to be discovered. Connor watched his hands and fingers and how they twitched, while his eyes were fixed on Andrea. The blonde woman started talking again about how important it was to finally get along and over this, and when the man moved Connor was already on it.

It didn't happen in slow motion but he could still see each movement at once. He saw how the man raised his gun and pointed it at Andrea, saw how some of the Woodburians widened their eyes and ducked down, saw how Andrea reacted, but he was faster. Within seconds he raised his Beretta just as fast, aimed at the man and pulled the trigger, just in time to keep him from shooting anyone. Half the people of Woodbury started screaming again and ducked down and started running, but the Irishman put his gun down again and just walked away with an angry growl, knowing that they had finally eliminated every threat.

"This shit ends now" he growled and kept walking, ignoring how everyone watched him leave.