We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.

- Unknown

As soon as they stopped in front of the hospital, two more people joined. The guy from earlier kept pointing his gun at me while the others took the stretcher with my mum. He made me go up a few floors.

Great, more stairs.

I was taking deep breaths as I walked up the stairs. This guy seemed to be getting sick of me, or probably he was thinking I was doing it on purpose but that wasn't the case. I had gone up twenty-seven floors in total plus a lot of walking, and I had only eaten some chips and barely drank water.

I saw silver points at some point and that had only happened to me a few times in my life, the most recent time was when I was at that house with Rick and Carl and I was going through the miscarriage. Right now, my headache that I hadn't realized I had until then, was making all worse.

The second person that picked us up joined us as soon as we made it to wherever we had to go. He seemed friendlier but he was the one who actually ran over my mother. Who would have thought? People don't get run over anymore, they get bitten, shot, stabbed, eaten.

"What's your name?"

"Lia," I panted. I wasn't even sure why I wasn't trusting them with my full name.

"The woman that was with you is with our doctor now and she…"

For some reason I didn't listen to anything else that he was saying, my headache intensified and my vision blurred and darkened. I kept telling myself that it was going to pass, that I needed to hold on. My legs started shaking and before I knew, they just gave up. They guys approached me quickly and that's the last thing I remember.

I opened my eyes and found myself in a dark room, I sat up quickly and I felt a stabbing pain in the left side of my head. I placed a hand over the area to make it better but that didn't really help.

I looked around and I could only assume I was in a hospital room. I was in a hospital bed and there was a machine next to me, it was off though. I looked at the small window and noticed it was dark outside, which could mean I had been out for a few hours or a day or more.

My head started to race as I thought of the possibilities. I didn't know this place so escaping would be extremely hard and it was dark and my knife was gone so I had no protection from walkers outside. My gun was also gone and I didn't even know where I could go.

And I wasn't like my mother, I wasn't going to abandon her like she had abandoned me before. I couldn't, even when I hated her. I remembered what had happened and I knew she had been unconscious, but was she now? Was she even alive? Was she okay? What had they done to her?

This wasn't me but I started to cry. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I thought of her and then of Daryl and I couldn't believe I had lost him again. After weeks of being away and finally finding each other for like the hundredth time, we had been separated once again.

I only hoped that he was okay, that he hadn't been seen or caught. We didn't know this people but if that guy was trying to escape that couldn't mean anything good, right?

I looked down at my left hand, new bandages were around it but that's not what I wanted to see. I cried harder as I looked at the ring Daryl had given me. I didn't even know how long ago that was… when he proposed. A few months ago, but it wasn't really that long ago, or maybe it was. I could never be too sure.

Then my sadness turned into rage, anger. The world was already bad enough, our realities had changed in the last years, normal wasn't normal anymore. The impossible had become possible. And on top of that we had to fight with crazy people that destroyed our home, or people that captured us to eat us.

And I didn't really think it was fair to be away from Daryl once again. I was away from him for almost a year, then I was kidnapped, then the prison was destroyed and now this. I cursed in my mind.

I took deep breaths to calm myself; I didn't even know where these strong emotions were coming from. They were overwhelming and it just made me feel like jumping out the window or killing someone but they actually paralyzed me and I hated it.

As I was being confused by all of these emotions, someone walked into the room. I wiped my tears quickly and looked at the person. It was a woman, probably in her thirties. She was dressed as a police.

"I thought I had heard you," she said in a kind voice.

I instantly felt embarrassed. People had heard me crying here. I looked down for a bit and then I decided to take that as my advantage. They probably thought I was a stupid blonde girl, harmless.

"Did you?" I whispered and looked away from her. She approached me slowly.

"My men told me the source of the gunshot was you, is that true?" I nodded.

"We stayed in that building for a couple of nights, there were some of the dead in there, they outnumbered us and we had no choice but to shoot."

"We checked your gun, it didn't come from yours."

"Don't laugh or anything," I said and looked down, pretending to be ashamed. "But I'm really not good with guns, I carry it just in case but it's not like I can actually shoot… well, shoot straight. I can kill those things with a knife if I have to."

"So your partner shot?"

"Yeah, she's better than me… is she… is she okay?"

I didn't want to ask because I didn't really want to know. Yes, I had stopped calling her mum because I was furious but that didn't mean I would be okay if she died. Even my father's death phased me and I felt bad for actually getting sad about it.

"She's alive," she told me, her light blue eyes looking straight into mine. "She hasn't woken up, though."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry, that must be hard," she said. "Is she the only person of your group?"

"We got separated. Our place got overrun by the dead. I ended up with two more people but they have died."

"And what happened to you? You came in very bad shape. You fainted right when we brought you and we have given you some fluids and stuff. We checked and your blood pressure was so low we worried. I'm actually amazed that you hadn't fainted earlier."

"It was just a bit hot out there," I said with a shrug, trying to not make it a big deal even when it was. "I guess not eating makes that to you."

"What about not drinking?"

"Yeah, that too."

"I'm sorry, how rude of me, I'm Dawn," she said, extending her hand out to me.

"Lia," I whispered as I took her hand. She smiled at me and shook hands with me. "Were you a cop before all of this?"

"Yes," she said with a big smile. "What about you? What did you do?"

"I just went to school," I said with a shrug, pretending to be even more harmless than I seemed already. "I lived with my grandparents. They… they are both gone now."

"What about your parents?"

"My mother died when I was young, my father remarried and I just didn't fit in his perfect family so I had to move in with my grandparents."

"Oh, I'm sorry I asked."

"It's alright," I said with a smile. "They were the best. Anyway, did you find anything else that wasn't okay with me?"

"Actually, we did. As you might know you were very dehydrated and your hand was bleeding so we cleaned that."

I looked down at my left hand. I had cut it back at Terminus with my little blade, one wound was quite deep but it was healing. I guess at some point the wounds opened up again.

"And you seem like you hit your head quite hard when you fainted, you have a concussion," Dawn told me.

"How long has it been?"

"Only a few hours. I'm glad you woke up, that means you are getting better." I nodded at her. "Anyway, are you hungry or thirsty?"

"Actually, I feel like I want to puke," I told her.

"I'll get someone to bring you some water and a little bit of food, maybe later you'll get hungry. But now I'll let you rest. Good-night Lia."

"Thanks."

The dark-haired woman left my room and I was alone once again. A few minutes later a blond guy walked into my room with some crackers and a glass of water. He smiled at me and I attempted to smile back but I didn't really have the energy.

I thanked him, he introduced himself and then left too. I really wasn't hungry and I had my doubts about the water but after two hours of just thinking and even crying more, I decided to drink the water. I lied down on the bed again, feeling exhausted and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep once again.

The next morning for once, I felt refreshed. I felt like I had actually rested after so long. I even felt like going for a walk or doing something but I couldn't. I didn't even know where I was.

I was starving at this point so I took the crackers and ate them as slowly as I could and as expected my stomach rumbled and I felt even hungrier than before.

But at least my headache was gone, I felt energized and all those weird emotions weren't overwhelming me now. I was scared, I was worried about my mother, I was anxious about Daryl but I was in control. I could manage them.

After a few minutes that felt like eternity, I decided to go out. I opened the room and found a normal hospital hallway. For a moment it felt like I was back in a normal world but a person interrupted that feeling. He wasn't dressed as a police but more like a resident at hospital. He was young, probably five or six years older than me.

"Hi, Lia, right?"

"Yes, uh, I wanted to see my… my friend… Carol," I said to him.

"Right, come with me."

I followed the brown-haired guy. I felt a bit insecure now that I didn't even have a knife. I had my little blade hidden in my clothes but it wouldn't do much. Back at Terminus I was lucky to kill two people with it.

He stopped outside a door with a tempered glass and knocked, After a few seconds the person inside told us to come in. He opened the door and I saw the woman from last night. She smiled at me.

"I found her in the hall, she wants to see the other woman."

"Thank you Joshua, you can go now."

Joshua nodded at Dawn, then flashed me a small smile before he exited the office. I couldn't help but wonder why everything was so normal, so like before. She had a picture frame there, a desk, a shelf with documents and even a stationary bike.

"You look better," she exclaimed with a smile.

"I feel better," I admitted. "Can I see Carol?"

I could notice that Dawn didn't really like what I had asked and I could only wonder why but her expression quickly changed and she went back to smiling, telling me to follow her.

My mother's room was about five rooms away from mine, many people were watching me as I followed who I assumed was their leader. She opened the door and I saw my mother lying on a hospital bed. She looked like she was sleeping but she was actually like in a coma or something. I bit my lip to suppress my tears.

"I won't lie to you. It's serious," she told me. "She was hit by a car."

Yeah, Sherlock, I saw it happened right before my eyes.

"She's suffered internal bleeding, with our resources these days we might not be able to help her."

"What's the… what are the odds?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not a doctor but we must hope she'll be alright," she told me and I didn't feel any better, I actually felt worse. "Come on, I'm sure you are hungry."

I was hungry but after those news I wasn't feeling so hungry anymore. Nevertheless, I followed her. Joshua brought the food to my room and stayed a bit with me. I forced myself to eat, I needed the strength in case I needed to escape. I wasn't sure about my next movement as I couldn't abandon my mother.

After I finished, Joshua took my dirty dishes and left me alone with my thoughts once again. I took the small blade from my bra, I had put it there at some point before I walked out of the room, just to have it close and in reach, in case I needed it. I had wrapped some paper from the bathroom around it so it wouldn't cut me, I smiled as I made sure I still had it and put it back in my sport bra and then my smile faded.

I thought of the two people I had killed with it, they probably deserved it but that didn't make me feel better. I had told Gabriel and Daryl that I didn't want to kill people anymore and I went and killed more.

If I was correct I had killed seventeen people. One of them was my friend Chris from Woodbury, I was a killer. I didn't want to kill anymore but at the same time I knew that I'd have to kill soon if things here went south. I couldn't just not kill but lately my guilt was consuming me. Sometimes I closed my eyes and saw their faces.

I was just thinking of Peter, my ex-boyfriend, as I killed him, when someone opened the door. I expected to see Dawn or Joshua, but it wasn't any of them, but I knew the person. She smiled at me but I didn't smile back.

"Cici, oh my God! I can't believe you are here! When I saw Carol and they told me a second person was here, I had to check."

"You wanted to check if Daryl was here as well?" I muttered as I stood up from my bed.

"Uh no," she said and her smiled vanished for a bit before she smiled again.

I breathed deeply as Beth kept talking and smiling at me. Her smile was making me sick, how could she smile and feel not guilt whatsoever? Even if she thought that I didn't know she should have some shame, right?

"They have the medicine and resources, your mum will be alright," she told me. "She'll be fine, you'll see."

I never really thought what I should do if I saw Beth, I knew it would be probable if she was still alive but never thought or planned what to do. Right now I just wanted to grab my blade and stab her in the chest, I wasn't going to do that, though.

Beth started taking some steps towards me with that annoying smile on her face. I noticed she had two deep cuts in her face. I wasn't listening to whatever she was saying. I took a step backwards, maybe she would get the hint I didn't want her near me but she didn't. Of course she didn't. She kept coming at me and I just couldn't control it, I punched her hard in the face.

She fell hard on the floor, a hand over her nose, blood was coming out of it and I looked down at her, I didn't feel guilty. I felt even angrier. A part of me wasn't satisfied with only one punch.

"What the hell, Cici?"

"How dared you?" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down. "Did you think I wouldn't know? Did you really think Daryl wouldn't tell me? He is my fiancé, Beth! And you were supposed to be my friend, how could you kiss him?"

She stood up, her hand still over her nose, blood had stained her shirt as it kept coming out. The blonde girl glared at me and I didn't even care. A glare wouldn't do anything to me.

"Well… you weren't there," she said with a shrug and before she could say anything else I punched her again. How dared she? "Just because he gave you that ring it doesn't mean you aren't replaceable, Cici."

"This isn't about that. It's about you kissing Daryl while you pretended to be my friend!"

"He enjoyed it. I'm sure he did."

I kicked her on the ribs this time, as she hadn't stood up after the second punch. She groaned in pain and both hands went to reach for that area. I didn't want to keep hitting her but she kept talking and I couldn't control it.

"Daryl isn't yours! He is a person, doesn't belong to anyone," Beth exclaimed as she slowly stood up, holding her side. I tried to not hit her again but I really wanted to. "You have everything, is not fair."

"What are you talking about? I lost people too! You had your father and your sister. You even had two boyfriends, Beth. What else do you want?"

"Well, you have your mum. You have Rick, you have Carl and Daryl. You had Sean…!"

"Sean?" I asked horrified, bad memories flooded my mind.

"You are such an ungrateful bitch. At first I thought Daryl was with you only because he wanted someone to bang and you were just bored. But then I saw it. He protected you, he taught you stuff, he cared. He brought you gifts every time he went on runs without you and the way he looked at you… that was love, but you…" Beth shook her head in a disapproving way. "You didn't do anything for him. You didn't understand him, you didn't care. He doesn't deserve you. You only used him."

"That's not true!" I exclaimed but her words were affecting me.

"And Sean… you got him killed."

"No, he got himself killed!" I shouted, not being able to stay calm at the mention of Sean.

"You didn't love Daryl and he wasn't enough for you so when he was away, you and Sean went out together and then, because you didn't want Daryl to know the truth, you lied about it and pretended Sean kidnapped you but the truth is that you cheated on Daryl. Why, though? Is he too old for you? Wasn't he enough… in bed? What was it? Because he treated you like a princess… he didn't deserve what you did."

"Stop it."

"Sean didn't either. Of course everyone believed you, you are Cecilia Peletier, of course. And Sean was related to Shane, it was obvious they believed you and not him and now he's dead because of you. Neither of them deserve you, you are trash."

"Shut up, Beth."

"No wonder why your mother can barely stand you," she sneered. She wiped her nose with her hand but more blood came out. I bit my lip hard and tried not to look directly at her, I was trying so hard to not beat her up. "You charm everyone but you are a fake! Daryl will notice that one day."

"And then what? Go running to you?"

"Hopefully and I'll wait for that day and welcome him with open arms." Beth smirked, her teeth were red because some blood had gone inside her mouth. She looked like a mad person and she probably was.

I stopped myself and thought how I was when I lost my sister, the person I loved the most or how I felt when I thought I wouldn't see Carol again. I tried to convince myself that Beth was just unsettled because of what she witnessed, how cruel her father had been murdered.

That could make anyone lose their minds, that was harsh and I understood that. I've lost it a few times, and for such a sensitive and fragile girl as Beth, I wouldn't be surprised if that really affected her more than it affected Maggie or anyone else.

I was really trying hard to ignore all the hurtful things she was saying and that mad look in her eyes. I was calming myself down because this wasn't the Beth I knew… or that was what I telling myself.

But Sean wasn't really who I thought he was.

I shook my head slightly, I couldn't be thinking like that. I had to get Sean out of my mind. Beth was my friend at some point, Sean was never my friend. I had successfully blocked stuff Beth was saying to me until finally she said something that just made all that effort go to waste.

"And when he finally realizes it's me who he wants and not you, because you are worthless, he'll be happier than ever… with me," Beth said and giggled. "And he's always wanted a kid, it's obvious, so I'll give him something he's always wanted that you can't or just won't give him because you don't care about him and…"

I lost it. I snapped. I pushed her against the wall, she fell to the ground and I jumped on her and started to punch her. I busted her lip, so more blood came out. My clothes were stained with her blood but I kept hitting her.

I lost control of myself, just like I did with Peter all those years ago. I just couldn't stop even when I knew it had been enough. A voice inside of me was telling me to stop, I knew I had to but my body was doing what I wanted it to do.

I wasn't sure when but someone got inside, grabbed me and pulled me away from Beth. Someone else got Beth and dragged her out of the room. I kept struggling to get to her but the person was too strong.

I'm not entirely sure what happened next but some people came inside the room, they were asking me things but I was still in this kind of trance and I couldn't remember what they had said or done.

When I had snapped out of it completely and calmed down I saw Joshua by the door. He was the one that pulled me away from Beth. I felt bad for what I had done but she had no right to say all those things to me.

Part of me wasn't even sure anymore if Beth had said all those horrible things or not, because everything was blurry in my mind and Beth would never say such things to anyone. It was hard to believe those words came out of her mouth.

"You okay?" Joshua asked me and I shrugged at him. "What happened?"

"I don't know."

I looked down and noticed that my knuckles were bloody and my bandages were bloody too. My wounds had reopened once again. That was the only part of my body that hurt. Beth didn't hit me once even when she made a few attempts.

Minutes later Dawn walked in with a man I hadn't seen before. Joshua left the room quickly, closing the door behind him. They didn't look happy at all but I wasn't intimidated or afraid of them.

"Beth told us she came in here, tried to inject you some medicine and you snapped. Is that what happened?" I said nothing, I only looked down. Why would Beth lie? Hadn't she told them that she knew us? "I need to know, otherwise you represent a threat to my group and you and Carol will be either killed or just taken out and if we do that Carol will surely die, so I'm sure you don't want that. So, tell me what happened."

"Have you heard of PTSD?"

"Of course," she said. The man stood close to her, looking just at me.

"I can only assume I have it. A while ago someone kidnapped me and used to drug me. He injected me with something and I would lose consciousness. I can't see a needle, especially in someone that I don't know or trust because I relive what I went through."

"Seriously? Dawn, don't tell me you are believing this bullshit?" the man exclaimed. "Besides, she knows Beth! She was calling her by her name."

"Because she told me when she walked in!" I exclaimed and I actually forced myself to cry, that softened Dawn but not the man. "I didn't mean it! Is she okay?"

"Yes, quite beaten up but alright," Dawn told me. "Can you tell me more of your kidnap?"

Being a cop, she probably was looking for signs that I was making the story up but I wasn't lying about Sean. I was lying about my reaction towards needles, though. It was hard to tell her stuff about my experience but at the end she looked convinced and that was good for me.

O'Donnell, the man, glared at me as if he didn't believe a word I said, even when ninety percent was true. I only lied about not knowing Beth.

Even when Dawn seemed to believe me, they locked the door from outside so I wouldn't be able to leave. I checked the window and there was no way I could escape from there, unless if I wanted to die from the fall.

Night came and another man brought me dinner. He let me know that Carol was still alive. On Dawn's orders people had to bring me food three times a day and with the food, they had to tell me about my mother, how she was.

The next morning the doctor came to talk to me with one of the people dressed as police. He told me more about my mother's condition and said she had made little improvement but despite that, I shouldn't get my hopes too high.

Another day passed and I wasn't able to leave the room, I tried to open the lock with a hair clip and I even hoped that at least one of them had forgotten to lock it but I was unlucky. I was still trapped.

I was allowed to shower and I did it quickly, while a woman made sure I wouldn't escape or go crazy again. I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed that the bruise in my stomach was all gone now but I had new ones in my shoulders and arms, probably from when we got into the van and crashed down.

My knuckles were looking bad too and the palm of my left hand was still bleeding, the wound wasn't closing, so after my shower, the doctor actually stitched it. It was painful but even I knew I needed it. It didn't matter what I did, it kept opening up and I didn't want an infection.

On the fourth day, I was starting to lose hope, what if Daryl wasn't coming? What if my mother wasn't waking up? I needed to leave. What if something had happened to Daryl?

Not long after lunch, Dawn walked into my room. There was no sign of a smile like it had always been and for a moment I really thought my mother had died. I was preparing myself for the news.

"Get ready, you'll leave today," she told me.

"What?"

To be honest, there wasn't much to do. I only needed to put on my shoes. I had nothing else and I had stayed in the same dirty clothes these last four days and my hair was already in a loose bun, so even that was already taken care of.

About an hour later, a man grabbed me forcefully by my triceps. He had my bag in his other hand and I only assumed and hoped my gun and knife were inside. As we walked through the hallway with about ten other people I noticed Beth was pushing a wheeling chair. My mother was on it, she was alive and awake.

They all stopped about twenty feet away from these doors that led to the stairs, for a moment I wondered what was going on but, through the glass of one of the doors I saw him. I saw Rick and I felt relieved.

The five people dressed as police, including Dawn, holstered their guns. My own group did the same and then walked through the doors. I saw Daryl and all I wanted was to run to him and hug him.

"They haven't been harmed," Rick exclaimed.

My group had three people as hostages, all dressed as police. I didn't know any of them. Among them I spotted Tyreese and Sasha and surprisingly the guy who stole from us.

"Where's Lamson?" Dawn asked.

"Rotters got him," the oldest men out of the hostages said. There were two men and a woman. "We saw it go down."

"Oh," Dawn muttered, her eyes shining with tears. "I'm sorry to hear that. He was one of the good guys." Then she turned to look straight at Rick. "One of yours for one of mine."

"All right," Rich muttered after he nodded. He then signalled with his head at Daryl, who stepped forward with the man who had talked earlier.

The man holding me ordered me to walk. The tension was horribly strong and awkward. No one made a sound as the four of us walked to the middle and we met there. Daryl pushed the man forward and the one holding me handed me my bag and let me go.

Daryl put a hand around my shoulders and together we walked towards the doors. He planted a kiss on the top of my head and I smiled. I wrapped my arm around his waist and tried to hold him closer to me. I felt safe and like at home in his arms.

From the other side of the hallway I finally could see Beth. She didn't look good at all. On top of the wounds she already had, I had busted her lip, she had a black eye, bruises all over her face and I could only assume a broken nose, maybe one or two broken ribs too. Did I feel sorry about it? Yes and no.

Tyreese then did the same Daryl did with a second man, and a female cop pushed the wheelchair to the middle. Tyreese got my mother's things and got the wheelchair, pushing it softly to where we were.

And finally, Dawn grabbed Beth and Rick had a woman and the same process happened a third time. Rick hugged Beth and then made her hurry to us. We all turned around to leave.

"Glad we could work things out," Dawn exclaimed.

"Yeah," Rick said.

"Now I just need Noah," she said loudly. I looked at Daryl, confused, and noticed he was looking at the guy from a few days ago. I could only assume the thief was called Noah. "And then you can leave."

"That wasn't part of the deal," Rick said as calmly as he could master.

"Noah was my ward. Beth took his place and I'm losing her, so I need him back."

"Ma'am, please, it's not..." the woman that was hostage started but she was interrupted by Dawn.

"Shepherd! My officers put their lives on the line to find him. One of them died."

"No, he ain't staying," Daryl exclaimed as he let go of me and went to stand next to Rick.

"He's one of mine. You have no claim on him."

"The boy wants to go home, so you have no claim on him."

"Well, then we don't have a deal."

"The deal is done!" Rick said, shouting the last word, finally losing his temper.

"It's okay," Noah said quickly, limping forwards.

"No. No!" Rick exclaimed, stopping Noah and never looking away from Dawn.

Noah stopped next to Rick and handed him a gun, probably he had given it to him, I wasn't sure. Dawn smiled, Rick looked shocked and Noah seemed defeated.

"It's settled."

"Wait!" Beth exclaimed as Noah was halfway to Dawn. She hugged the guy tightly.

I couldn't hear from where I was but Dawn had said something, making Beth letting go of Noah. She took a few steps towards Dawn and stood in front of her. They exchanged a few words and then Beth did something I never thought she would do.

I heard a gunshot but that didn't come from Beth. She had stabbed Dawn with some scissors but Dawn seemed okay. The one getting shot was actually Beth.

For a moment, everyone was paralyzed, shocked. Beth fell down to the floor and around her a puddle of blood was forming. Dawn was as shocked as us, she knelt next to Beth repeating that it was an accident, that she didn't mean it but that didn't matter.

I heard a second gunshot and Dawn fell next to Beth. I turn to look to my right. My mother had taken Tyreese's gun and shot Dawn in the head. Then it was like the time went back to its normal speed. Everyone got their guns out, except for me, mine was still in my bag and I was too slow.

"No! Hold your fire!" the woman that was hostage exclaimed, stopping them from firing at us.

"It's over. It was just about her. Stand down!"

I didn't see it coming, not after Terminus and the Governor but no one shot. Not from the hospital people or us. Rick was the first to lower his weapon, followed by Daryl.

Beth wasn't dead yet. She had been shot in the stomach and she was losing a lot of blood, so Joshua and Noah actually knelt down and tried to stop the blood flow. She was panting and muttering things.

"You can stay," she said.

"We're surviving here. It's better than out there," the doctor added.

"No," Rick said firmly. "And I'm taking anyone back there who wants to leave. If you want to come with us... just step forward now."

It wasn't surprising that Noah decided to leave with us but what I found shocking was that Joshua and a woman in her 30s decided to leave too. Noah and Joshua carried Beth outside, they were on the lead as we walked down the stairs.

Daryl was next to me in complete shock, his eyes were puffy. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it as we went down. Everyone was crying, except me. She wasn't dead yet and even if she were, I realized I was unable to cry at the moment.

I opened the door of the building, stepped outside and held it open for Noah and Joshua to pass through and as I did I saw seven people outside. Despite the circumstances and what had happened, I smiled a bit as I thought I would never see my best friend again, but here he was.

I didn't know if Glenn, Maggie and Tara had left and somehow returned or decided to not leave when Daryl went for them but I was glad to see them.

Maggie's smile soon disappeared and she screamed loudly and cried as she collapsed to the floor at the sight of her sister. I let go of the door once everyone was out and looked away from them.