Chapter 106- Go Getters: Us
-Carl-
Ten Days Since the Lineup.
Thunk!
"You should come with us," Dad tells me.
Thunk!
"Someone's got to be here for Judith," I groan.
Thwack!
"There's people who wanna help," Dad tells me. "We'll only be gone a few days at the most. Our scavenging teams haven't found anything, and the Saviors are gonna be comin' back soon. It's already been a week."
I stop throwing darts at the dart board I've moved from my bedroom door to my bedroom wall after I almost hit Rhys that one time. It's not like I hit it very often anyways; most of the wall around the board is littered with holes and stray darts. And my room... it feels like just that since the Saviors came. A room. My bed was taken like most others, my posters ripped off the walls, and my desk broken down to not much more than firewood.
I turn to stare at dad, focusing all the angst into my one eye.
"Is this how it's gonna be now?" I grit my teeth and glare at him. Michonne and Aaron are standing in the doorway of my room, watching.
"Yes," dad growls. "It is. You know that."
I shake my head, tossing another dart. Missing. I sigh. "See you in a few days."
They all file from my room into the hallway, and Aaron tells Dad that I'll come around like I can't hear them.
I look into the hallway to see Dad hand Michonne a walkie and tell her, "You change your mind... we're headed north."
"Good luck," she says.
When I hear them leave ten minutes later, I go downstairs. Michonne's in the kitchen, packing a bag. I sit backwards on a chair beside the dining table, leaning into the back and watching her. Her sword rests on the hard oak surface beside me.
"Why didn't you go with my dad?" I ask, folding my arms on the back of the chair and leaning into it as I watch her.
She walks into the dining room, watching me watch her as she takes her sword and puts it on her back before stepping back into the kitchen.
"I have to figure some things out," she tells me.
"What is there to figure out?" I ask, standing and following her through.
"How we can do this," she sighs, grabbing the bag she packed. "If we can."
"We can't put up with them," I tell her, frustrated. Angry that no one seems to get it. "No, not like this."
"Your dad thinks differently."
"And he's wrong! You know it."
Michonne won't look at me — she doesn't until she's got everything she needs and is standing by the front door.
"Even if I think he is... I don't know."
I bite my tongue. Hate for the Saviors writhing my gut around like a bag of cats.
"Change your bandage later, and be nice to Olivia," Michonne tells me. Then she's gone, and I'm staring at the door, my fists clenched.
I hear something out back, and when I move to investigate out the window, I see Enid scaling the wall with her climbing pegs and towel. I run out the back door, calling out for her to wait.
"What?" she turns to face me halfway up, her backpack hitting the wall.
"You're running?"
"No," she snipes. I feel bad because she looks guilty. "I need to see Maggie and Mikey."
"You're walking to the Hilltop?" I stare at her, the real reason she's leaving seeming way crazier to me than what I'd suggested. "It's far."
"I'll be fine," she grunts, already halfway up.
"Maybe..."
"I'll be fine!" she turns and snaps at me. "I have better aim than you."
I look down at the ground.
"I didn't mean it that way."
"I'm not saving you anymore," I tell her.
"That's what happened in the armoury?" she asks, fixing another peg into the wall and climbing a little higher. "You saved me? Would you have done that with Mikey? With Rhys?"
"Yeah, but they weren't here."
"You made it back in one piece. You're still here."
"I'm not talking about that," I mumble.
She looks down at me, shoulders hunched up as she clings to the wall.
"I'm sorry you had to see it," she says.
"I'm not."
She disappears over the wall, and I feel that bag of cats again.
I decide that she's wrong — that they're all wrong. Michonne, Dad, Enid, Rhys. They're all wrong, and they're all gone. I take Judith to Olivia's before heading back home to pack a bag. When I get to the gate, Minnie's on guard and asks me what I'm doing, watching me throw my hat into the passenger window of one of the cars parked along the wall. I walk around and get in the driver's seat.
"I'm going out," I tell her. "Can you get the gate?"
"Thought you weren't going on the run?"
"Changed my mind," I say, gripping the steering wheel and waiting.
"Oh, boy," she sighs, shaking her head. "Those Saviors were something else, right?"
"Minnie..."
"Yeah?"
"The gate?"
"Right."
She doesn't move.
"Minnie?"
"I'm real' sorry about Rhys, y'know?"
"It's my fault," I tell her. "Don't need to be sorry."
"Are you going out there to find him?"
"No, Minnie," I sigh. I decide I'll tell her. She can't stop this. "I'm going to kill Negan."
"You're—?"
"Rhys is dead," I cut her off. "I couldn't treat him normal, and he died somewhere out there. Alone. Thinking that I couldn't put up with him. I can't fix that. So I'm going to kill as many Saviors as I can until I find Negan."
"Want some help?" she asks, pulling at the shotgun on her back.
"No," I say. "Well, yeah... can you not tell anyone why I left?"
She nods. "Where are you gonna start?"
"Hilltop," I say.
-Mikey-
"I don't care what they did. The answer is no."
"Gregory... I'm not turning away a kid, or a pregnant woman who helped us. I'm not turning away Sasha, either!"
"Jesus, who the hell is Sasha?"
"They're staying!"
"You're not in charge, Jesus. I am. I'm the one who has to look after the safety of this place. What? Are you telling me you want to call the plays? After all this time? After I set the table here? Say the word. The broken gate, the Saviors, the people... all of this can be yours. Only you'd have to stick around for more than five minutes. You'd actually have to be a part of this place."
I uncup my ear from Gregory's office door, turning to give Sasha and Maggie an unoptimistic shoulder shrug.
"Doesn't sound good," I whisper.
"Screw it," Sasha hisses, barging past me and into the office. "Gregory?" she calls out, Maggie and I hurrying in after her.
He's sitting at his desk in that tall, polished chair of his. Jesus is standing at his side looking lost for words.
"Ah," Gregory says, looking like he barely recognises us, "I was just telling Ms Caitlin to bring up some of her famous rhubarb preserves for you both. It's our way of saying thank you for helping out last night."
"It's Ms Maitlin," Jesus says, rolling his eyes into the back of his head.
Gregory shrugs him off and says, "You can take them with you when you go. And you should go now, because the Saviors could get back any minute."
Sasha stares at me for a minute, this frustrated haze in her expression which gives me an inkling to what she's about to say.
"We'll go," Sasha says, stepping forward.
"Sasha..." Maggie hisses.
"But let Maggie stay," Sasha adds. "We'll call it even on last night."
"No deal," Gregory chuckles. "But it's been lovely having you here."
Sasha walks up to him, putting her fists against the desk and staring down at this little man who holds all the power. "Just tell me how we can make this work."
He looks her up and down.
"I think we'd need to meet on that one-on-one just to explore—"
"Go to hell." Maggie bares her teeth at him.
"Are you actually implying—" He stares at her over his desk with wide eyes. "No... You know what? I'm sorry. I'm gonna tell Ms Caitlin to keep her preserves."
Then the sound of a truck engine outside makes everyone stop. We all jump to the window, watching a raised pickup rolling through the gates, chugging black smoke out an all too big tailpipe. A convoy of trucks follows it in.
"Saviors," I gasp.
Gregory's running around in a fluster of nerves. "You know what they'll do if they find you here? Jesus, get them in the closet!"
"Gregory—" Maggie smacks his arm away when he grabs her shoulder.
"Go, get in there now," he coos. "Don't move, don't speak, and maybe you'll get out of this alive!"
Gregory rushes out front to meet the Saviors. Jesus leads us past the hallway closet and upstairs into Gregory's bedroom.
"In here." He points to the closet. "Trust me."
-Carl-
This must be Gabriel's run car because all the music is lame hymns and other churchy stuff. I try to avoid walkers on the road, but the whole depth perception thing makes it as hard as darts. In the end, I just aim for them and seem to do a better job avoiding the rot bags.
I spot Enid on the road after not long. She's pushing a bicycle with flat tires through a rusted gas station. A walker comes out behind her and she doesn't see it. I hit it. Enid jumps. The walker stands up behind the car after rolling over the top of it, wobbling from the impact, a broken arm hanging by its side. I back up into it. The car groans as it pins the walker against the gas pumps.
I roll down the window.
Enid walks up to it.
The walker growls at us.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
"Felt like a drive," I say, smirking at her. "Want a ride?"
She shakes her head. "Think it'll start?"
I try.
It doesn't.
We start walking.
-Mikey-
We stay in the closet for a long time. I hear a lot of people file into the house below our feet. I hear a familiar voice barking commands — Simon — Negan's right-hand man.
A door opens and slams downstairs.
More silence. A long time of just that. Then another door opens and shuts. Footsteps start to spread out around the house. I watch my feet, following the sounds with the tips of my shoes.
Another door opens.
Sasha shakes her head.
"What?" I whisper.
"That was the closet downstairs..."
"He tried to give us up," Maggie breathes.
Simon says something about Scotch they found, telling Gregory that he's a gin man. He tells someone to take it anyway, saying it's a gift for Negan and that he will take all the credit. He even asks Gregory to kneel for him.
My throat tightens up, the small closet suddenly feeling a lot smaller when Simon says they're going to go through the place and take half of everything.
One Savior gets close.
Right outside.
His shadow dances under the closet door. But we hear him grab a painting or something off the wall and leave.
I gasp, my breathing turning to panting, but Sasha squeezes my arm, telling me to breathe.
And somehow, I manage to.
-Carl-
We did find another car, but it only got us halfway before it broke down, neither of us knew how to fix it so we just started walking again.
We walk on opposite sides of a deserted road. Enid's holding onto her backpack straps like it's filled with helium balloons and might fly away if she lets go.
"Not sorry you saw it?" she asks me. "What Negan did."
"Yeah," I tell her. "I watched it. Both times. I didn't look away."
"Why?" she asks like I'm stupid for it.
"Because..." I kick a pinecone at her, watching it sail off into the woods when she kicks it back, "when it was happening, I knew I needed to remember it. So that when I had the chance to kill him... I wouldn't have a choice."
"I think I'd kill him, too," Enid tells me. "It's messed up, but... that's how it is. You do things for the ones you love. Loved."
"It's not for them," I tell her.
Then I look at her. Like, really look. Studying the freckles and lines on her face as if she's some painting behind a velvet rope. Not to be disturbed, but taken in.
"I'm sorry I locked you in the armoury," I tell her. "It wasn't right for me to stop you."
"I didn't need to see it," she tells me. "I'm sorry that you did, even if you're not. I'm sorry that Mikey did."
"He'll be okay."
"We don't even know if they are okay," she says. "If they even made it to Hilltop."
"We'll get there."
"Yeah."
We find a treehouse. Rhys would have called it peculiar in his funny accent. He would have called it that because it's right on the road, one of the many trees that span the length of the asphalt... and it's just there. Not hurting a soul. A swing set at the bottom, and a slide connecting the floor to the top... not three feet from the road.
"Who do you think owned it?" Enid cocks her head up like she's smelling the roadside structure. Only, I think she's studying it. The wooden planks seem rotted, and the swing ropes are a funky green-looking colour. The slide leading down is coated with amber-orange leaves from neighbouring trees. "There aren't any house's around."
"Maybe no one," I tell her with a hand shrug. "Maybe someone jus', y'know... built it."
"We should check for supplies," I suggest after realising we're both just staring at it. I step off the road and trudge through the long grass, Enid following with a confused look on her face.
"What?" I ask.
"What?" she whispers, still looking at it.
"Why are you pullin' a face?"
"It's just so..." she shakes her head. "Curious."
I don't find a ladder leading up, so I hand Enid my hat and take my chances scaling the leafy slide. Slipping a few times on the way up, I manage to get myself to the top. I wave down at Enid, who has found herself a seat on one of the swings, looking relieved the rope didn't snap.
"Anything?" she calls up.
I study the den. It consists of a single, simple room. I guess you could call it a room, only most of the walls are missing, and there isn't much of a roof left either. The scratched brown tree bark that the thing is wrapped around comes up through the middle of the room and disappears again into the cracked and weathered ceiling where planks have fallen through and the blue sky peaks down at me. I step cautiously on creaking boards in fear of them buckling under me. I search beneath a ragged sleeping bag from a vagrant that has long since moved on from here. I sweep under a small set of draws that must have been put here before the world stopped spinning. I check inside a wet blue tarp that was once part of the ceiling. I find nothing.
"Nothing," I call back down to Enid, not trying to hide my disappointment.
She starts walking back to the road.
I see a small suitcase in the far corner of the treehouse.
"Wait..." I call to her.
When I open the bag, a grin sets in on my face.
"No way."
-Mikey-
When the sound of Saviors tearing up place finally subsides and Barrington house falls silent, I feel relief pour from the three of us and fill the tiny closet.
The door opens suddenly.
Sasha charges out with her knife up.
"It's me!" Jesus shouts, jumping back and holding up his hands.
We all deflate.
"Sorry," Sasha says, putting the knife away.
Gregory storms into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him and pointing a finger in Jesus' face. "I told you to hide them in the hallway closet!"
Sasha leans against the fireplace mantle, smirking at him. Maggie steps past me with smoke whistling from her ears. I stay half in the closet, listening to the Saviors loading up their trucks outside.
"No," Jesus says diplomatically, folding his arms, "you said 'closet.'"
"This is my bedroom," Gregory flusters. "What if they came in here before—"
"Before you tried to give us up?" Sasha asks smoothly.
"They would have killed you first," Maggie hisses at him.
"Honey, I'm talking to Jesus," Gregory says, holding a hand up to her face.
"Stop!" Jesus barks at Gregory.
"Why are you even defending her?" Gregory asks with knitted eyebrows. "We're here right now because Marsha and Rich didn't handle things like they said they would."
"The Saviors tried to kill you," Jesus points out.
"That was a misunderstanding. And as soon as the Saviors leave, we get them," he points an accusatory finger at us, "the hell out of here before something really bad happens."
"Stop! They're staying. Or do you want to make it public?" Jesus takes a step toward him, the two toe-to-toe. "You want to make the deal with Alexandria public?"
"You'd lose your plausible deniability," I say to Gregory, peaking my head out from the closet doorway.
"You'd lose your position, too," Jesus adds when Gregory looks ready to yell at me.
Gregory's face gets redder by the second. He takes a breath. Smirks at Jesus. "So you're gonna be in charge now?"
"No. It's just that you won't be."
Gregory stands with his chest puffed and a smirk cocked, but his eyes dance around the room like he's imagining not having it. He sighs.
Jesus sighs, too. "Maggie, Sasha, and Mikey are staying. I'm staying. We're all going to be one big happy dysfunctional family."
Gregory chuckles, finally giving in. "So we will be... and I'll see us through this. I made progress with the Saviors today. You saw it."
"That's not what I saw," Jesus says, shaking his head.
Gregory scoffs. "Yeah? Well, it's what happened."
He steps around Jesus to us.
"We play nice... they play nice."
He leans in close to Maggie.
"See, dear? Saviours can actually be quite reasonable."
Then everything happens at once. Maggie reels back. Her fist crashes across Gregory's jaw with a crack, knocking him to the floor. Gregory stares up at her with bulging eyes and his skinny fingers pressed against his bloody lips. Maggie reaches down, pulling a silver chain from his pocket, a silver pocket watch attached to its end. Glenn's pocket watch. The same one she left on his grave only yesterday.
"It's a fine watch," Gregory grimaces, staggering to his feet. "Doesn't need to be left out in the rain."
"This is our home now," Maggie tells him, her teeth gritted and a newly lit fire in her eyes. "So you'll learn to start to call me by my name. Not Marsha, not dear, not honey. Maggie. Maggie Rhee."
-Carl-
Enid laughs for the first time in weeks when I show her the two pairs of roller skates I find hidden in the moth-eaten suitcase — It flickered at first, like a light bulb that's not sure if it has one more switch left in it. We sit on the swings and pull them on, and by the time we're cruising down the road her smile is sweeping and she's laughing to herself. I can't help myself but smile, too. I skid and slip and weave from one of her sides to the other, not managing it like she does, watching in awe as she gracefully glides down the asphalt. I stumble on the wheels, and she catches my hand in hers, keeping me going.
We stop when we skate past a sign.
Barrington House. Historical Monument. One Mile Ahead.
We take the car replacements off our feet and tie them to our backpacks before heading into the woods.
"Do you think Gabriel will take these in exchange for his car?" Enid asks. "Since you embedded it into a post back at that gas station."
"I can't imagine the father on skates."
Hilltop's walls come into view through the trees. It's the first time I've seen them. Michonne described them to me when they got back the first time, but I still find myself fixated on the tall timber walls. Something I've only imagined in my head made real before my eye.
There are a familiar number of trucks parked outside the gates. We hide in the tree line, crouched in the brush as we watch people load furniture and food into them.
I keep my hand on my knife but frown when I don't see what I'm looking for.
"I don't think Negan's here," I tell Enid. "I don't see that black truck."
I see Simon strutting around amongst the Saviors.
Figures.
"You weren't taking a drive." Enid looks at me. "You weren't coming to get me."
I look down guiltily.
"I— I can't let them get away with this," I stutter, something that happens so rarely now that it surprises even me. "You know I can't."
"I know."
"Come with me."
Enid stares at me, her eyes rounded and sad. I feel like she pities me.
"You want to kill them, too," I tell her. "We can do it."
She stutters now. Looking longingly at Hilltop.
"You said it," she tells me. "It'd be for us. Not for Abraham, not for Glenn. Not for Maggie or Rhys." She steps closer, both of us fitting under the brim of my hat. "You're doing it for you."
I bow my head, confessing her right, my forehead bumping hers before pulling back a little.
"Yeah," I breathe.
"So if it all goes right..."
Her eyes look up to mine as she whispers softly, her breath hot across my cheek.
"...you do it..."
Her eyes are inflated, emerald and focused.
"...how do you get away?"
"It wouldn't matter," I whisper back.
"It would to me."
I dip my forehead until it's resting on hers. The tip of my nose grazes the bridge of hers. Enid's an ocean of calm, and I let myself drown in her waters for a moment, tempted by the siren calls in her breaths not to come up for air. But I have to.
I have to for me.
I kiss her cheek.
I taste the salt of the sea on her skin, but when I open my eye, I see that they're only tears. I see that she's not an ocean. Just a girl. Crying for me to wait.
"Please don't go," she murmurs. "Everyone goes. Please don't go. Stay with me."
"I'm going to go home," I lie.
"You're lying," she tells me, sifting through my tall tales with her ocean treasure emeralds.
"No, I'm not..."
I think that maybe I'm not lying. When I'm done, I'll get to see everyone again. Rhys, Mom, Shane, Glenn, Abraham. We'll leave the porch light on for the rest.
"You shouldn't go," Enid says, looking at me still even though I've turned away. "But I can't stop you."
Her waves wash her out of the woods towards Hilltop.
"They'll see you," I warn her swirls of blue and green.
"No," she tells me. "They won't."
-Mikey-
When the Saviors are all but gone, a few still hovering by the gate, I head downstairs. They took the sofa I sat on when we first visited this place, so I choose a seat in Gregory's office instead. It's comfy and swallowing me. I almost fall asleep. Then I hear gruff voices.
"Man, how could you forget the fucking painting? Literally the first thing Simon told you to grab."
"Whatever, man, screw you."
I bolt up and dive under Gregory's desk just in time as the door to the study swings open. Under the desk, I see two sets of boots stomp in.
"It's the one over there," one of them says, the shadow of his boots inches from my feet.
The other one whistles. Not the kind they do before they murder people. More the kind that tells me he's taking in the view. "Sanctuary ain't shit compared to this place."
"Nah," the one next to me grumbles. "It's too fancy here. Everything's fuckin' old, too. Swear I got a splinter in my ass just sittin' down out there."
"Imagine what it's like where that king lives," the other says. "Assholes probably never see the dead in that castle of theirs."
"They got thick walls, sure, but Jared's on the pickup crew for that place. He said they've always got cripples out there. One chick with a bow only had one leg... like, why even bring her when she had to stay in the car? And last time, he said there was a kid with one ear. Sounds like a damn circus."
My breath catches. I clasp a hand over my mouth to not make sound.
A car horn blares outside.
The two men finish up their conversation. I hear them take a painting off the wall, and then they're gone.
I sit under the desk for a long time after that.
Stunned by what I heard.
I sneeze from all the dust under the desk.
It's dark down here.
I tell myself that I have to tell the others.
What would Mom do?
She'd think—
Maggie would be brought back to the world if she knew Rhys was out there.
Sasha would tear the world apart if she had a hint of where he was.
But Maggie's not well enough to travel.
And Sasha has to keep her safe.
It's so dark down here. Dark as the van the Saviors had us in that night. And in the dark, there be monsters. Monsters that take you away from here. The ones that keep you drowning in truth you can't change.
"Christ... You. Are. Pathetic."
I shuffle out from under the desk, and away from the ghost lurking in its shadows. The room is empty and quiet.
I check the window, and the gates are shut. The Saviors are gone.
I go outside to feel the sun on my skin, head to the graves we dug.
There's a girl sitting on a little hillock of dirt and looking at the graves.
"Enid?" I speak, feeling a million miles away from my body, brought back to reality when she's hugging me tight.
"Are you okay?"
We ask it at the same time.
"No," she answers first. "Are you?"
"I will be," I tell her.
I see the green balloons tied to one of the graves.
"Was that you?" I ask.
She nods. "They were the last ones I had. Glenn and me, we let them off to tell Maggie he was okay."
"That's Abraham's grave," I tell her.
"Oh..."
"I'll help you fix it," I offer.
"No," she says. "They're for both of them."
"It's a good colour," I say.
"Yeah?"
"Green is good for release."
Maggie's in Jesus' trailer when I take Enid back to it. They hug. Maggie kisses her head, and Enid makes this squeaking sound I've never heard from her before.
After washing herself up, Enid makes sandwiches and soup for us. I offer to help, but she insists.
"So before you came out," she says, sitting down at the table with us as Maggie serves the food. "People said Maggie killed walkers and a car... with a tractor?"
Maggie tells her the story, adding in a part about a boy in college — saying she crushed his car with a tractor, too.
Sasha walks in halfway through our lunch, and looks at Enid like she's a phantom.
"Enid?"
"Hi," Enid says, twisting in her seat to wave. "I came to help."
"You came by yourself?"
Enid nods. I know she's lying. She told me about Carl by the graves. How he's going to get himself killed. How he kissed her cheek, and she hates that he wouldn't listen. I told her that there's only one person in the world that Carl listens to. I didn't tell her what I heard.
"Have some food," Enid insists, swerving the topic off of lies.
Sasha sits and asks me a question out of the corner of her mouth. "Why are there balloons on Abraham's grave?"
Maggie looks at her funny.
"Enid brought them," I say.
Enid smiles. "They're for both of them. Is that okay?"
"Nothing wrong with balloons," Sasha tells her with a quick smile.
"Why was there nothing marking the graves?" Enid asks.
"I was gonna use this for Glenn's," Maggie tells her, the silver watch in her fist. "It was my dad's. He gave it to him."
Sasha puts her elbows on the table, resting her nose against two fists.
Enid asks if she'll give it to Rhys.
I stay quiet, looking at my soup.
"Maybe," Maggie says. "Glenn said he wanted to do that one day. But we don't need anything to remember them by. We have us."
Maggie takes my hand then, Enid's in her other. We both take Sasha's when we realise Maggie wants to say a prayer.
"For this new morning, with its light. For rest and shelter of the night. For health and food. For love and friends. For everything that goodness sends. Amen."
We all say Amen.
I find Jesus on the walls after. He's staring out over the world beyond Hilltop.
"Mikey..." he smiles absently, keeping his eyes outward. "Can I help?"
"Brought you a sandwich," I say, offering it out.
"I'm fine—"
"Please?" I add. "It was really tricky climbing the ladder with it."
Jesus bows his head and chuckles to himself. He takes it.
I join him in watching the outside. There never seem to be walkers outside Hilltops walls. Inside, sure. But never outside.
"So, did you come all this way just to give me a sandwich?" Jesus asks when he's eaten it.
"Wasn't that far," I say.
"I mean from Alexandria."
"Right. No? I guess I came to help."
"Help how?"
"I don't really know," I admit. "Figured Sasha would be alone here until Maggie woke up, and she just lost Abraham."
"You didn't want her to be alone?"
"No one should be alone."
Jesus nods in agreement.
"Hey..." I say, thinking about the best way to ask what I want to ask. "When you first brought us here, all that time ago in the RV... you said that you'd brought other people here before."
Jesus looks up as he tries to remember what he said.
"I did," he nods.
"Other communities?" I ask.
"It's not really—" he starts, looking unsure.
"Ever heard of a place called the Kingdom?"
Jesus' eyes go wide at me, giving all his cards away.
I guess I take after mom's poker skills.
"How did you..." he looks bewildered.
"I think my friend's there. I think he's alone."
When Jesus finally wipes the surprise, he smirks at me.
"How long would it take to get there on foot?" I ask.
"A long time," he tells me.
"Days? Weeks?"
He thinks. "Avoiding the Saviors and the dead. Probably over a day, I guess. Depends how fast you are."
"Do you have a map?"
"Mikey..."
"I need you to do me a favour, too."
His eyebrow cocks.
"I need you to not tell Maggie why I went," I say.
"You and Sasha both," he laughs.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing," he says quickly, shaking his head.
"Well," I ask, "do you have a map?"
A/N
Gonna try and get next chapter out early :)
Next Time: Chapter 107- The Exchange.