Three days later

Lucy wasn't sure how she would find a car or motorcycle to make the miles she needed to separate herself from Negan. She had tried to escape plenty of times, twice even trying to take her own life. Instead, as always fate would play a cruel game by bringing her right back to this monster. As Alexandra burned, she continued running. Not just for her life, but for this child's. She had welcomed the fact that this was another child conceived from rape. Another unwanted pregnancy, that was yet another reason Negan had tried to own her, control her, and in no time, end up finally killing her. She thought back on the two children she had lost. One she had put down when it turned, the other murdered. No longer looking for revenge, she was over the killing. Nothing would fix what had happened, nor change the past.

Instead she had to push forward, even if she believed she wasn't going to live long. If she lived long enough to have this baby, she would make sure it was placed with good people, and never know the monster that had been it's father. No, half of this baby was hers, and if it was the last thing she would do...she would make damn sure she would survive long enough to try and fight until the very end. Exhausted, she hid in abandoned buildings, sleeping durning the day, traveling at night. She had grabbed a small backpack, stuffed it full of a few canned goods, a knife, and a handgun with roughly three or so boxes of bullets. She tied a handkerchief around her hair, changed into boots, and continued onward. She heard people sometimes, but stayed off the road. She kept waiting for any second to hear Negan, screaming her name, searching for her. Instead nothing. Finally she came upon a used Honda shop. She walked in one evening, careful, holding her handgun, looking around as dried leafs blew by her feet. She had killed a total of four walkers since she escaped, and was surprised that she still had her strength. Wandering in, she stepped through the shattered broken glass bay window, stepping over the shattered pieces before digging into her pocket for the tiny flashlight she had grabbed with some batteries at a drug store when she took a few bottles of aspirin. She wasn't too sure if the amount she was swallowing was good for the baby, but she knew if her headaches continued like they were, she might end up fainting, which might result in her either getting killed, or captured again. Just last night she had a vivid nightmare of Negan laying beside her, his eyes looking her body over, that terrifying hunger showing in his eyes, before he reached forward and softly said...

"Hello my sweet Lucille..."

That's when Lucy shot up from the nightmare, eyes wide, sweat rolling off her. Tonight, she shinned the flashlight, looking at the few display cars that had been abandoned, before seeing exactly what she had been looking for. Smiling, she tucked the flashlight back into her pocket and stepped forward. There were dirt bikes, at least a dozen of them all brand new. She knew there were pumps out back, and if she could get enough gas to get her to cross state lines she would be in business. Smiling, she walked over before she heard a noise.

"Don't shoot."

Spinning around, Lucy aimed the gun, feeling her heart leap into her throat when she saw a young boy, a teenager maybe. Fifteen, maybe sixteen. He wore jeans, and a long sleeve gray T-shirt which was torn and dirty. He had thick dark hair and eyebrows. He had a knife, but instantly dropped it before holding up his hands. "I'm unarmed." Lucy stared at him, expecting a trick. Staring at him, she clicked the safety off and saw how scared the boy seemed. Staring at him, she thought of the baby and wasn't even the slightest bit surprised she was ready to fire. The boy stepped forward carefully, hands still up.

"My name is Mikey...Mike. I've been traveling alone since the place I'm from got taken over. My family got killed...I haven't been back to see it. I..."

He reached down and Lucy tensed up before he pulled up one leg of his jeans, showing a swollen kneecap with a faded scar.

"I hurt my knee...when everything happened I was accidentally pushed off a roof. A bunch of walkers almost got me but I was able to hobble up and run. I saw my friends get killed. I was able to make it to the woods. There were these guys...they were crazy, they grabbed me and tried..."

He lowered his eyes before shaking his head, quickly moving on.

"When I got a chance about a month later I escaped. My leg was infected but I ran. It took awhile, but I found a drug store, and the tiny apartment above it. I've been hiding up there until I got my strength back. I was going to head back to where I came from, trying to find a bike or something...I swear to God I'm not going to hurt you."

Staring at him, Lucy understood that this kid had been through a lot. More than he was leading onto. She saw his lip was split, and dark circles under his eyes. Looking, she cocked her head to the side.

"Where are you from?"

Mikey shuffled his feet for a second before looking up.

"Alexandra."