"I had a wife...her name was Lucille..."

Negan confessed, not just talking about his darling wife, who succumbed to cancer, but not before witnessing him cheating on her right at the very end. No, as he laid there tied up, he confessed about his other Lucille, his Lucy.

"I...didn't treat her right. She was basically just a kid when all this started. I didn't treat her right. In fact I was a monster..."

For the first time in what seemed like forever, he didn't think of the lost babies, or the rage that had been keeping him going. No, at this exact moment in time. He wanted to see Lucy and tell her he was sorry. There was no turning back the clock. He had raped, tortured, and nearly killed her. He didn't care about anything else, what he cared about was telling her he was sorry, and if he could take it back he would. He knew she was probably dead, and at this exact moment he figured maybe it was for the best. He had kidnapped this poor girl, did ungodly things to her, raped her, beat her, drove her to constantly keep preferring to die than to be with him. They lost two children, and by force he raped her until she got pregnant with this one. Somehow in his twisted mind he thought if he had a wife, had a family, he could control her into loving him, not leaving his side, and distract him from the fact he had failed his first wife so badly at the end of her suffering. He had caused all of this, but the sad thing was...durning all this madness, he didn't know who he was without her?

He missed her so badly it hurt, and telling this crazy bitch why he named his bat after her, he truly wondered if he even cared at this point if he lived or die. All that was waiting for him was Hell. He knew if he ever saw her again, he would change everything. He would leave all this madness, and give her what little time she had left to prove that he was sorry. Truly sorry. Still, as he laid there...he knew deep in his heart she was dead. Finally free of him at last.

Elsewhere..

Lucy sat beside Mikey on the beach. It was a beautiful sunny day and they were currently feeding the birds and watching the surf. Both had spent their morning exploring the island. They searched the indoor shopping mall, got clean clothes, and supplies. Currently they were holding up at an old abandoned hotel, before venturing out to take a look at the beaches. Both handled the few walkers they got in their way, but found the island pretty much empty. Together, the two sat on the sugar colored sand, staring out at the crashing waves, and feeling the hot blazing sun casting down on them. Mikey sighed, before reaching into his shirt and pulling out a chain

"What?"

Mikey shrugged, letting the key and chain drop against his shirt.

"My father had a hidden room in my house, nobody knew about it. Sorta like...a panic room. You see, my dad was sorta...well he was an asshole. He had at least fifty guns in that room. He was a total gun-nut but kept it hidden, even before all of this started. He had gotten arrested a few years back, wasn't supposed to have them anymore. Said he sold them all off to my uncle but still had them."

"What kind of guns?"

"Shotguns, pistols, even a few machine guns."

"He never showed anyone them?"

"Besides me, nope. Said he would beat my ass if I ever told anyone, most of all our neighbors."

"Even after this started?"

"Yep. He was worried since they took inventory of the guns. I kept telling him these people needed them, Rick needed them...but he threatened to kill me if I ever tried to take them or talk. He kept the room locked with this key. The day everything fell apart he left it on the counter. I grabbed it hoping to unlock it but that's when all the walkers came and I got separated and hurt. I kept meaning to go back and see if anyone was left alive..."

Lucy reached forward, holding the key that laid against his shirt.

"You have bullets?"

"Oh yeah, boxes upon boxes, he had been collecting since before I was born..."

Lucy locked eyes with Mikey.

"Would you go back?"

"Where? Alexandra?"

Lucy nodded before Mikey raised an eyebrow, staring at her as if she was crazy.

"We just escaped, Lucy...they might be looking for you!"

"If those guns are still there, and your house didn't burn...there has to be survivors."

"Lucy, you're not thinking straight..."

"Mikey, look..."

She reached into her backpacker and took out her bandana she had kept since they started out. She held it up in the Florida sunshine.

There it flapped, showing all the dried bloodstains.

"I keep getting nosebleeds and headaches. I can barley see. My head injury is too much...I don't think I have long."

"So why go back there?"

"If there's any chance those people are still alive, I want to try to help them. I thought what I wanted was to escape and be free...but knowing I'm probably going to die soon, I wanna die doing something right."

"Lucy, you're pregnant..."

"And I don't think I'll even stay alive along enough to have this baby. I'm dying Mikey. I wanna at least try to help..."

"What if they all died? What if there isn't anyone else to help..."

"Then I wanna die doing one last thing."

"What?"

"Kill this baby's father."

Mikey stared before Lucy sighed, her eyes pleading and desperate looking.

Later...

That night Mikey and Lucy laid together in bed. They had just made love again, and when Mikey climaxed, he cried out collapsing on top of Lucy breathing heavy. Gently stroking his sweaty hair, she kissed his forehead as he pulled out of her and laid beside her.

"Lucy, we're finally safe...maybe you should wait and think this over..."

Lucy turned, staring at him, giving a sad smile.

"Mikey, my life since Negan kidnapped me has been a nightmare, these few days with you have been the happiest I've been in what seems like forever. I know it's stupid...but if I'm dying, I need to die trying to do this. Trust me, I rather stay here with you, but I gotta at least try."

"What about the baby?"

"I told you. I don't think I'm going to live long enough to have it."

Mikey sighed staring at her in the blueish darkness of the room.

"I'm going with you..."

"Mikey no...you're safe now..."

"How much longer though? I guess I might as well be by your side and go out fighting..."

"I've gotten too many people killed trying to help me, you don't need to do..."

Mikey reached across and squeezed her hand.

"I do. If I can't talk you out of doing this, you can't talk me out of not going okay?"

Lucy sighed and nodded before Mikey smiled, brushing back her hair that revealed her terrible crushed in head. In the darkness, he leaned forward and deeply kissed her.

The next morning...

"Ready?"

Lucy took a good look around this little paradise, before smiling. It hadn't been long, but it had been complete Heaven. She knew if she did die, which was more than likely...she would never forget her time with Mikey here. She knew she was being stupid, but she sensed with how weak she was getting, time was short. She wanted to see if anyone else was alive, see if she could help if these guns were still around...and if she could get her hands on one...she would kill that bastard Negan and send him straight back to Hell where he belonged.

Climbing on the scooter with Mikey, she wrapped her arms around him and glanced around one last time. Smiling, she held onto him as Mikey kicked started the engine, and both rode back to what Lucy believed would be her final fight.