"Is this your wife?"

Father Gabriel asked as Lucy laid on the bunk of the trailer. She hadn't been aware of much of what was going on. All she remembered was that all Hell had broken lose, and there had been gunfire. They were inside one of the trailers outside, and she could hear the dead outside. She could barley see, and suspected she might have passed out. Her head badly ached, and she laid there listening as Negan and the priest spoke.

"Yeah, that's my Lucy..."

"Is she your real wife, or like the other women you keep?"

Lucy didn't hear Negan's response as she drifted away again, suspecting that something was wrong. She couldn't seem to focus, and her head thudded so badly, she actually found the moans and groans of the dead outside comforting. When she came to again she thought through the darkness she saw Negan talking through the door at the other end of the trailer. He was telling the father, who she suspected was on the other side of the door about her real wife who happened to share the same name as her. He spoke about how he screwed around on her, and how she had gotten sick and how he couldn't have put her down. She listened as he confessed that he knew he had kidnapped her, thinking this would be his second chance to redeem himself. Nevertheless, he kidnapped her, raped her, and it cost him two sons. He's hurt her in more ways a person could ever think of, and he knows deep down inside she'll never love him. She's still just a girl, he's hurt, raped, and knocked up so he didn't have to be alone. He knew she would ever love him, and for that he feels it's his first wife's way of punishing him for what he did to her. Lucy shut her one good eye, wanting to block out his voice. She was sickened, and honestly didn't want to hear any more lies. She suspected whatever he had been telling the priest might have been a glimpse of whatever human side of him as left, but in the end here she was, probably dying of brain damage, pregnant, and trapped against her will. Negan shook her awake minutes later gently.

"Come on Lucy doll, we gotta get the fuck out of here."

All Lucy remembered was standing on shaking feet. Her one good eye could make out shadows in the trailer as the dead banged up against the windows. She swayed, leaning against the wall as Negan dragged in one of the bodies and explained to the priest about the trick with the guts. Lucy knew about this, in fact she had done it what seemed like a lifetime ago with Chris. It was nasty stuff, but still judging by how surrounded they were, she understood this very well might be the only way out. Negan talked about how much this stuff was going to stink before telling Lucy to hold still as his face became disgusted as he smeared the guts over Lucy's shoulders. Instantly the smell made her stomach gag, as she controlled keeping her mouth shut. She stood back as he made sure it was all over her, before covering his own jacket. The priest began scooping some on himself, and Negan instructed that they start making noise. They began yelling and banging on the door, before Negan grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Together they began slowly walking out, the sun blinding as thousands of the undead walked around. Negan slowly began leading her in. All the while Lucy slowly shuffled beside him, feeling as if she was truly in Hell.

Later...

A few days later Negan took Lucy's hand as they started walking around Alexandra. All Hell had broken loose, and half of the houses were exploding. Lucy couldn't quite recount the last few days. All she remembered was that Negan kept her under lock and key. When they got back into the complex there had almost been a riot. Negan took charge as always, then the two of them went in the scalding hot shower. He raped her anally, before changing her and giving her a pill. For how many days afterwards she slept. When she woke, Negan said they were going someplace. She had a fresh change of clothing, and she joined him. Tonight she watched as yet another war broke out. Negan laughed saying something about making spaghetti. They walked, and Lucy felt her nose begin to bleed. When they arrived as the house, Negan put his bat down on the countertop and grinned, walking to the window as they stood in darkness. All Hell was breaking loose outside, and Negan looked as if he was loving all of it. Lucy had wiped her nose, and leaned against the counter watching him.

"They gotta learn somehow Lucy doll. Think, we're making a future for our boy. He's gonna grow up just like his pop. You'll see."

That's when she knew her revenge wasn't with the woman who had shot the baby, or any of these people. It was with him. Face crumpling she wasn't certain if she had the strength, but she was going to at least die trying. Grabbing the bat, she tightened her grip on it and went charging at him. Negan turned just in time, only to have Lucy slam the bat right against his head. Negan fell over in the dead heap, hitting the hardwood floor hard. Lucy stood back, and went to raise the bat again when she froze. He laid there, knocked out, his temple bleeding...she stared, ready to bash his brains in like him, when she remembered Chris. Disgusted, she dropped the bat with a loud clunk. Face crumpling, she spit down at him before looking down at the man who had raped her. The man who had caused so much pain and misery. Yanking the ring off her finger, she threw it down before shaking her head.

"You don't get to win. Not this time."

Turning, she bolted out the back door, slamming it so hard the glass in the window nearly shattered. Running as fast as her legs would carry her, she passed some walkers, and the blazing fires, not slowing down until she knew she was safe. When that was exacting, she wasn't sure. If she had to run until she dropped she would. Chest burning, head throbbing, she kept running until she left the limits of the community and started down the dark road. She hadn't had this kind of strength in months. Feeling her nose bleed, she ignored it. Enjoying the copper taste running down her strength. She ran as fast as she could, laughing like a mad woman.

Later...

When Negan woke, his head was killing him, and he saw he was bleeding. Outraged, he screamed for Lucy but knew she was long gone. His first instinct was to find her, but that's when he heard Rick. Turning, like a crazed mad man, his eyes narrowed.

Elsewhere.

Lucy watched the sunrise just start touching the sky. It was absolutely beautiful. She had ran for hours it felt like, before finding a motor bike at an old car dealership. She had found one, and the pumps out back hadn't been completely tapped. She was thrilled when it started, and knew even if it meant getting just a few miles between her and him, it was something. Since she got on it, she hadn't passed a single car. She felt whatever mess she had left behind, nobody was about to rush out and find her. Keeping her speed low, she knew her vision was completely fucked and she wasn't about to risk dumping it. She rode, listening to the hum of it, using whatever was left of her strength to hold onto the handlebars. She knew the last two times she tried to escape Negan she had tried to end her life. This time, she had ran. No, she refused to give up, even if it did mean she was still carrying his bastard child. He wasn't going to win. She was going to leave all of that behind and run.

Run as far away as she could.