Rosita laid on the gravel of the road staring with wide eyes as Negan slammed the baseball bat right down on the hooded figure, completely disguised with the sack covering the better half of their upper torso. The moment the baseball bat came cracking down, it hit with a sickening thud, followed by a crack. The figure swayed before finally it collapsed to it's side. Instantly the sack began to blossom with dark blood, soaking right through. Negan stepped back, bouncing on his feet like a gleeful child on Christmas morning. Grinning, he held onto the bat, which was all ready dripping blood. That's when he stopped, mid laugh. Looking down, Negan stared down at the figure who laid on it's side.

Instantly even by the thin moonlight and glow of the headlights, he knew something was wrong. The grin slowly fading, he noticed a few things almost instantly. The first was the size of the person. At first glance he was sure that was Daryl, now looking closer, he couldn't believe it. The pants looked baggy on the person, too baggy. The shoes weren't right either, they were boots...but they looked too small. Then he saw the hands, tied behind the person's back. They were filthy, but weren't a man's hands. Suddenly his eyes widened slightly as his free hand reached out, signaling Dwight to be alert. His eyes scanned the darkened area, including the woods before he ignored Rosita completely, and leaned over, reaching forward and grabbing hold of the all ready bloody sack. With one good pull, it came off, and fell from Negan's fingertips that almost instantly went numb. The sack fell down onto the pavement before Negan looked down, eyes widening and everything around him froze. Laying on the payment, thick syrup like blood caking down the side of his forehead. She stared up, confused as blood dribbled into one of her eyes, as her legs gently jerked as she stared up. Negan stared before Dwight shouted.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Negan glanced over his shoulder and saw the bitch who tried taking a shot out at her was gone. His eyes frantically searched the fall grass, and dark barn further up in the field but saw nothing. It was a trick. This was all a trick.

Dwight instantly went running into the field before they faintly heard what sounded like either a motorcycle or ATV off in the distance. Ignoring Dwight who was running from the road, Negan stared down before he dropped the bat with a heavy hollow thud. Negan stared down in shock like a crazed man, completely losing his grip on reality before Lucy's unfocused eyes found his, blood bubbling up from her lips before they turned upwards in a smile.

"T-t-this...is for...Chris...you sonofabitch..."

Negan stared down at her, before suddnely it hit him. He had just hit his own wife, his wife carrying his unborn child. It was her, he had been fooled, and seeing the hate glaring in her dying eyes, he knew she was behind this. She had escaped, and wanted him to be the one to do it. As hard as he tried, she wasn't Lucille. She never had been. He remembered that day when she jumped from the cliff, pregnant, and seeing how absolutely helpless he had been. Now she had done it again. She had outsmarted him, and taken another one of his badly wanted children with him. Looking at her flat stomach, rage boiled through him. She had never loved him. She had planned this whole thing, and now not only was her blood, but his unborn child's blood staining his hands. His insides ached, as he knew the whole reason why he had chosen her was to make that horrible guilt he had suffered from with Lucille to go away. That night after night following her death, he kept remembering the confused and hurt look in her eyes when she stumbled out and saw him and Julie.

He had hurt his wife, and had taken his girl as a distraction to help bury those horrible feelings. Now she had gotten the last laugh. His kneels buckled as he fell down hard, staring down at her. Dwight was shouting something in the distance, but he ignored him. Instead he stared down Lucy's bleeding head before thinking for a quick second if they got her into the truck and hurried back, the doc from the Hilltop could help them. He just needed her long enough until the baby was ready. Staring down at the blood pooling around her head, with shaking hands he reached down gathering her up in his arms. Slowly he began to rock back and forth. Lucy's vision was blurring now. She knew he was holding her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that she dying, and in hopefully a few minutes would finally be rid of him. She felt his large hands shake against her skin, trying to stroke back her bloody matted hair.

"Shhhh...lay still...Shhhh..."

He whispered, his voice actually having an edge to it. Blinking, feeling blood drops catch against her eyelashes, she stared up and saw before her vision again blurred badly that he was crying. Actually crying.

"Looks lllike...you won't get your boy..."

She sputtered, more blood dripping between her lips. Negan continued stroking her blood slicked face, before Lucy stared up at him with the last of her strength.

"Why? Why me?"

Negan knelt there holding her, knowing it was too late. Staring down, his voice sounded half human.

"Because...I could."

Lucy's loosely tied hands became lose, as one hand limply reached over, twitching and not quite grasping before stopping his large hand mid stroke against her cheek. Lifting it, she placed it against her flat stomach. Another smile spread across her face, blood trailing down her chin. "We'll seeee you in Hell Negannn..." Negan continued kneeling, feeling rage boil up inside of him before he faint heard gunshots. One hit his shoulder, causing him to scream and fall to the side. Two more skipped against the payment near his head as he rolled over and heard several more before Dwight's shouts became louder. The sound of the engine roared up again, and finally... Silence. Negan opened his eyes, smelling gun powder before he slowly lifted himself up on one arm. Looking, he saw Dwight hurrying over. Instantly a terrible flashing pain roared through his shoulder where the bullet had gone straight in and out. It was bleeding lightly from his jacket, and besides a horrible burning, it wasn't actually that bad. This was the third time he had been shot since this whole thing began, and this wasn't the worst one.

Turning on his side, he gritted his teeth, swearing before Dwight stopped on the road. He saw the others slowly coming out the woods guns raised looking confused.

"They were shooting at you, took off on some ATV, headed West!"

Negan held onto his bleeding shoulder before he looked forward. Laying there in a pool of blood was Lucy. She was dead, and her gushing wound from her head had now stopped to a trickle. She laid there, motionless, and still, completely drenched in her own blood. Freezing, Negan stared at her. They had tried taking him out before taking off, and while they shot at him, Lucy died right then and there. She laid there, eyes open, and still. Crawling over, Negan stared down at her, before he gathered her in his arms despite how much his arm screamed. Holding her warm, bloody, limp body he clutched onto her like when he clutched onto his dead wife all those years ago. Thinking of his unborn child, his grip tightened on her body before his face crumpled as he threw his head back and screamed.