"Lucy, you need to wake up."

Lucy's eyes snapped open. The moon was out now, casting thin light above through the skeleton like branches of the trees that surrounded her. Laying on her side, she snapped awake staring blankly ahead. There were dry leafs surrounding her. Staring forward, she heard Chris' voice faintly inside her head. The same voice she had heard before when she awoke underneath the water of the quarry. The pain was currently gone, but she was numb all over. Her face was healthy pale, and her breathing slow and labored. She heard beneath the wind, shuffling footsteps behind her, crunching in the leafs behind her.

Reaching, she gripped a rock that laid before her. Grabbing it, she wrapped her numb fingers around it before she turned over, hauling all of her weight to swing the rock at whatever was coming behind her. It was a walker, stinking and rotting, it's left eye missing as it groaned revealing blackened teeth. It was clumsy, nearly tripping as it came closer and closer towards her. The rock bounced off it's leg, but didn't slow it down. Rolling over, she cried out, knowing her leg was bad. It seemed impossible to get up, her stomach getting in the way. Almost falling forward, she scrambled and found the first thing she grabbed the first thing she saw. A branch, not big but big enough.

Grabbing it she took hold and screamed, face wild. Running forward, she swung the branch like Negan swimming that awful bat. The walker groaned, almost fell back but she swung it again. This time she heard it's skull crack as it fell backwards, limbs twitching. Face crumpling like an animal, she brought the branch down again and again, and again. Black blood and pus flew everywhere before finally the walker was still. Stumbling back, vomit bubbling in her throat.

Dropping the branch, she grabbed onto a tree, feeling the rough bark beneath her hands. Panting for breath, another horrible cramp hit her. Reaching down again, she touched the crotch of her pants and held up her hands. More blood. She was losing the babies. Turning, almost stumbling she blindly began walking. The pain continued throbbing inside of her. Almost dropping, she froze. Looking forward, she saw lights. Stopping, she stared forward. The lights were coming from a cabin, just fifty or so yards away. Standing, her legs shook. Blinking, she didn't think she was seeing right. But in the middle of this pitch darkness, she saw windows. There was a cabin, and there were lights. Stopping, she stared in complete disbelief. The pain came again, even worse than before. Holding her stomach, she cried out. A horrible pressure was building inside of her, so bad she didn't think she could stand it.

"Negan, Negan, Negan, Negan, Negan..."

The name kept repeating over and over in her mind. Why was she thinking about him? She had leapt, willing to kill herself to escape him. He had raped her, and beat her. She had jumped, and somehow lived. Somehow despite the odds, she had survived. Why was she thinking of his name?

"Why didn't he look for you? Why didn't he go down there?" "Because he thought you were dead. You told him you would see him in Hell and jumped to your death, taking his babies with him..."

Her mind argued back and forth. Feeling weak, she stumbled, holding onto herself, feeling more pain, she began slowly stumbling towards the lights. If only she could get to those lights. Walking, the pain got worse and worse as she tried to focus on her breathing. Shortly before reaching the pathway that led up to it, she fell forward. Grabbing onto herself, more pain ripped through her. The worst yet. Turning, she screamed. Instantly she heard heavy footsteps and running. Warm hands turned her over, before she stared up at two concerned faces. One of a man, one of a woman.

"Jesus Christ..."

"My God, what happened to you honey?"

"Look she's pregnant...oh God she's bleeding..."

Before her eyelids closed, Lucy stared up, everything slowly going dim.

"Negan...where is he?"

With that she blacked out.

At that exact moment, nearly one state over back at Negan's main camp he laid awake in the darkness of his trailer. Eyes staring upward, he focused on his breathing. Not only was he outraged, he was devastated. Laying there, the oddest feeling overcame him. His brow wrinkled as a horrible pain ached inside of him. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep. All the meanwhile, grieving the loss of not only his children, but what he honestly believed was the love of his life.

- End of part 1.

- Stay tuned for the second half this October and see how Lucy and Negan's tale is finished. Thank you all for all of the kind and amazing reviews! See you this fall! - TCAC