Red and blue lights flashed across the rain, giving the final touches to the blood surrounding the young girl as she crawled to the body. She reached out, sobbing, and slipped her small hand into his, shaking the body. She called for him, throat-shredding from the shrill screams and cries for him to wake up, to say it was all a joke, but it was no use. He was long gone.

"APPA!" she screeched. "DADDY, DON'T LEAVE ME! APPA!"

Hands reached her, rough hands she was stranger to and she struggled, kicking away and punching and biting, doing everything to stay linked to the last piece she had of her father. Her hand slipped from her father's and she screamed a shattering scream, tears intermingled from the tears of the skies.

"How you feeling?" Ben asked quietly, standing by me. We were all in the big room again, shouting ensuing around them as people tried to threaten, kill, escape, destroy, or stop all of the above or most of the above from happening. Glenn was always standing near me or Rennie, and I couldn't help the gratefulness warm my veins.

"Dandy," I drawled sarcastically to Ben. The alarms were dull now, barely screeching, thank goodness. The lights were still flashing, the only light that illuminated the dull hell they were trapped in. The doctor finally opened the door Daryl was beating the crap out of, letting us all out.

"Come on!" Glenn shouted, making sure everyone was with him. He helped Rennie run in the center of the group, placing him by Rick and Daryl. I gave a small smile of thanks before following. Andrea stayed behind with Jacqui as we ran towards the large lobby door we needed to exit through.

"Get them doors open!" Glenn shouted, frantically darting about.

"Come on!" T-dog shouted, banging on the door with Daryl.

"It doesn't work!" Glenn yelled, trying to do anything.

"Lemme try," I tried to smash my knife into the glass by hitting it over and over and shooting at it, but the glass didn't break at all.

"The glass won't break?" Sophia asked, clinging closely to her mother. Carol reached into her bag all of a sudden.

"Rick, I have something that might help."

"Carol, I don't think a nail file's gonna do it," Shane bitched, exasperated. I growled and before I could help it, I "accidentally" punched him.

"Oops," I sneered. "Looks like your face isn't gonna do it either."

"You-"

"What is it, Carol?" Glenn stepped in, pulling me so I was right between him and Ben.

"Your (she addressed Rick) first morning at camp, when I washed your uniform I found this in your pocket," Carol pulled out the grenade Rick had picked up in the tank in Atlanta. She gave it to him and took Sophia and Rennie away toward the back of the lobby. "Come on."

"Look out!" T-dog shouted.

Everyone but Rick took cover while he removed the pin and put the grenade on the window sill. He leaped back and away as quickly as he can, scrambling towards us. "Oh, Sh—"

"Get down!" his best friend shouted at us and him.

"Get down!" Daryl echoed, covering Rennie and turning his back against the explosion that would ensue.

"Shit!" Rick finished his intelligent sentence. The glass shattered, spraying everywhere as I ducked with my two friends, Ben and Glenn. Only the window nearest to the grenade shattered but it was big enough for us to escape through. Memories of ghostly figures running and shots firing echoed as I tried to stay focused.

Glenn ushered my brother and me before him, slaughtering any walkers that came too close. Daryl chopped off the head of one that had been lunging for Ben. The guy looked shell-shocked, fear and hopelessness swimming around beneath his visor. Aren clung to the headphones he had around his neck as we waded through the debris, bodies, and walkers. I slashed and shot arrows at any of them I could see, pulling my brother behind me. When we reached the RV, I separated from my brother, leaving him in Rick, Glenn, and Lori's care. Ben ran towards the blue Kia Optima we'd come here in with me close on his heels.

"Get down! Everybody back! GET DOWN!" Rick shouted at the top of his lungs as Dale and Andrea ran over.

Ben made it to the car and was shouting at me. My hands barely brushed over the handle before the explosion occurred. I fell to the ground immediately, trying to block out the voices and the ringing in my ears, the apparitions becoming clear and overwhelming me.

"FUCK! RUN!" voices screamed in panic as people tried to escape the chaos occurring around me. Debris and ashes floated around us all as citizens were running by in hysterics, trying to run down the stairs. Pain laced itself around my ribs as I tried to take steady breaths and find out what had happened to my partners on the other side of the hall where the explosion took place.

"Tom! Jerry!" I shouted into the unrest. Despair crawled up in my throat as no sarcastic or soft reply came.

"You need to get away from that wall, Ginny!" Relief flooded through my veins at the familiar voice. The smoke cleared a bit and I saw two figures hoisting each other up.

"You're okay," I sighed, clutching my ribs and grinning. "You're okay!"

"GINNY! GET AWAY FROM THAT WALL!" Harry screamed from near the stairwell way behind me. I turned to him, confused.

"SNIPER!" Tom shouted and I ducked into the shattered glass, hissing as they dug into my skin. A bullet scored home near where my heart had been, grazing my shoulder.

"The wall is laced with explosives, Ginny! You need to get awa-"

Shots rang out and the two figures ducked, finding cover behind upturned desks and responding to the shots. Men appeared around the corner, their bodies covered in guns and weapons. Most of them split off and ran towards the stairwell where Mickey and Wiley would be standing guard, defending the civilians. The leader of the group who our team had been hunting smirked, strutting up to me.

"Nikolai," I snarled, quickly whipping out my ring dagger for defense. My whole body was screaming in pain as I faced the international criminal.

"A pity," the man sneered, pulling out his characteristic handgun made of silver and oak. "Out of everyone, you were closest to catching me, weren't you, agent Ginny?"

He fiddled with it in a lax motion, before clicking the magazine in place and slowly pulling off the safety. "You evaded my boys for so long, all the while hunting closer and closer to me."

He knelt in front of me and I lunged, catching his cheek and tearing into it. I spun it around my finger, quickly holding it back near my chest. I didn't give him time to recover before I slashed his hand holding the gun, kicking it away from us off into the debris. It shot off a bullet. The man finally recovered, howled in pain, and tackled me to the ground as I tried to stay standing. And then I heard it, the high-pitched beeping.

"Are you trying to die too?!" I shouted at him as I tried to defend myself from his slices. He managed to catch me in the arm and I shouted in pain. "There's a bomb right behind us!"

The man pinned me to the floor victoriously, smirking. He clicked off his safety again and held it to my face. "What makes you think I don't have a way out?"

"You won't kill me, not when you've finally found someone who could outsmart you," I panted through the pain and panic. "Especially when this time, the player of your game is an actual match."

He faltered before smirking. "I've got you brother to play with now, don't I?"

My eyes grew wide as I realized what he meant and just then, Mickey rounded the corner and I screamed. "NO! OPPA!"

He halted at my expression and Wiley caught him by the wrist and pulled him back behind a makeshift cover as Nikolai held up the detonator. He grinned at me as I lay there at his feet, finger wrapping around the trigger of my own gun. "I always win."

A cacophony of screams erupted with the shots as he emptied the chamber of the revolver, all four bullets embedding themselves into my body. My brother wrenched himself free of Wiley's grip, lunging for me just as the terrorist smirked, his thumb brushing over the detonator before I flung my ring dagger at him, hitting him straight in the heart. The detonator was knocked out of his hand and clattered to the ground, useless. My brother ran towards me in relief before a red pointer shone briefly on him and another gunshot sounded. He collapsed and as I screamed, trying to crawl my way toward him and Wiley, the beeping grew faster and louder. I had just enough time to shout: "GET DOWN!" before I was flying and tumbling into the darkness where there was no pain.

"Lynnie! Get in!" Ben shouted, pulling me out of the miserable flashback I was subjected to. I yanked open the car door and slammed it shut behind me as we followed the RV back out of the destruction that we saw. I huffed frantically, trying to catch my breath as the car's interior suffocated me, inching closer and closer by the second. Fuzziness overwhelmed all other senses and I clawed the door for the window, desperate for an escape. Ben finally helped to lower the window, rubbing circles on my back as my torso hung out the window. Gratitude towards Ben echoed through my head, only for the fuzziness to claw it up and swallow the ribbons. I barely registered the car stopping on the side of the road nor the thud and shaking of the car as the guy slammed the door shut after him and helped me out of the car so I could kneel on all fours. Shouting sounded and then something was quickly stuffed in my mouth. I panicked, trying to resist, but there was a strange voice warbling and air filled my lungs. My vision cleared, the dark spots disappearing and I looked up to see Daryl holding a blue inhaler in front of me as Ben rubbed my back soothingly.

"Ye have asthma?" Daryl grunted, worry in his eyes.

"Naw," I answered breathlessly. "PTSD. Hyperventilating."

"You're okay now," Ben repeated over and over. "We're okay."

I clung to those words with all I had, hoping we really were okay. It would be okay, right?