I looked up to see Negan had stopped over Abraham. "Anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father then kill the girl. You can breathe, you can blink you can cry, hell your all going to be doing that." I watched as he brought the bat down over Abrahams head. I lost balance using my arms to catch myself. I heard the screams and cries from down the line but those were soon drowned out and all I heard was a ringing in my head. After eight hits I heard the sounds stop and forced myself to look over there. Where Abrahams head would have been lay a pile of his blood and brains...... Negan spun around and I watched the bat just miss my head hitting Glenn instead. I covered my mouth as blood was sprayed all over me. Tears were pooling down my face and I was gasping for air. Maggie's screams were circling my head, and I watched as Glenn held himself up, "I'll find you Maggie."
I turned my head closing my eyes ready to feel the axe cut through me. Daryl looked at me giving me
no expression, he opened his mouth as he was going to whisper something but he didn't. Dad was gasping for air crying, begging Negan. I began to start to struggle for air once again. "Please it can still be me. PLEASE. Don't do this." Negan shook his head, "TWO." I felt dads hand on top of mine pushing it down into the ground so I couldn't pull away. "This is it." Negan whispered. I felt tears threatening to poor out of my eyes. Dad was now screaming, I closed my eyes as he picked up the axe. "It's okay dad," I whispered, "just do it."
"Listen, I know we haven't known each other long Leah but I know this. I really really like you, and I would right now do anything for you, I hope you're ready for what I have planned for us tonight." I rolled my eyes smiling, "I can't wait." Benjamin gently put his hand on my face, pressing his lips against mine. "See you when I get back." I laughed, "I'll be waiting right here."...... I stood up as the trucks pulled in, meeting the king at the gates. I had Henry's hand in mine and we both began running waiting for Benjamin to step out. I stood there holding my smile until I realized the trucks were empty and Benjamin wasn't there. "Where is he?" I whispered stepping back a few steps. The king held out his hand, "Leah." I scoffed, "of course. He's dead right? The saviours?"
Morales then grabbed me quickly pushing a knife up against my neck. "You make any sudden movements, your girl dies."I tried to push his arm away from me but he was obviously much stronger. As I fought back he pushed the knife deeper into my neck. "Dad," I whispered panicked trying to get him to focus on me. "Don't move, don't talk, don't even breathe or this knife goes through you.
Carl pulled us behind a building and we both pushed our backs against it. "Leah I'm going to die," he whispered. I turned to face him, "no you're not. We're going to get to the sewer." I watched as he took a step back, lifting his shirt. He had a band aid covering some sort of wound, and I watched as he slowly lifted it. "I got bit Leah." All the explosions and gun shots faded away and the only thing I could focus on was that bite mark. I took a few steps back, collapsing onto my knees. "No." I whispered. "Carl no."
Carl squeezed my hand, "I hope wherever I go I can still watch down on you." I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, "I love you." He nodded, "I'm ready Leah." Slowly I held up the gun pointing it directly at his head. "I'm so sorry Carl."
I turned around to see a walker close to biting into me. Slowly I put my hand up against its face, trying to hold it back. The walker moved its head and I screamed as my pinky finger slipped into its mouth.
I felt the bite and immediately threw my knife into its head. "What happened?" Daryl asked pulling me away. "GIVE ME YOUR KNIFE." He handed it to me and I put my hand flat against the floor closing my eyes. "Shit, let me do it kid." I screamed as I pushed the knife through the tip of my pinky.
I held up the walkie, "we're coming Dad. Keep walking back." I heard it click, "no. Leah. Don't do it for me." I let out a cry watching as he held up his gun, "Leah. Sweetheart. Just don't look. Promise me of that. Don't look. You're going to beat this world for all of us. I love you more than you could ever imagine, you're my little girl, this time I love you enough for Carl and I." He dropped the walkie, and I let out a chilling scream. "DAD NO." I followed behind the rest of the group, until we came to a clearing in the woods able to see everything from behind the herd. Including Dad. "DAD PLEASE DON'T." I heard his gun shoot, and then watched as the entire bridge erupted into flames, the shock sent the bridge falling down into several pieces. "DAD." I screamed. "DAD."
His hands trailed around my chest and eventually made their way down to my jeans. I squeezed my legs shut stopping him from pulling them down, but I screamed as a blade was pressed firmly against my neck. "Spread them you little bitch." I did as he said while trying to catch my breath. When my jeans were off I felt him cut through my underwear throwing them aside leaving me with nothing but a thin lace bralette on. I screamed as he pushed himself inside of me, and with each thrust he pushed harder and harder. I felt his knife come back against my throat. "Tell me you like it." I shook my head sobbing, "please don't do this. Stop." My entire body was shaking I'd never felt so helpless, or vulnerable.
I watched as a large rock fell down onto the box of dynamites. Only a second later did the explosions go off, Magna Connie and I were blasted back from the entrance and I watched as the cave collapsed between us and the hole. Rocks were falling all around us and the sounds of them crashing onto the cave floor drowned out my screams. I was begging for them to come help us, to hear us, to know we were still alive. I let out another loud cry as a rock fell onto my shoulder. It was heavy one, and I tipped my head back as I screamed in pain. "Push," I heard Magna scream to Connie as they both knelt over me working together to get the rock off.
My knees felt weak when I saw the first head. There were sticks stabbed into the ground and on top of each one had a head. Tara, Enid, and Henry, there were others, but these were the faces I recognized first. They were dead. There was nothing left of them but their heads. "No," I whispered.
Carver and the guards came inside the cells pushing me against a board, and clamping my hands onto the side of the board. "Now listen up kid, I'm only going to ask you this question one more time. Tell me what you know about my enemy." I closed my eyes as a cloth was draped over my face, I heard the board clamps come loose and I was tipped back, "I don't know anything, I swear." I heard the rattle as he slammed his hand against the cell. "NOT GOOD ENOUGH. DO IT." I started chocking and gasping for air as a bucket of water was dumped on my face, they didn't stop and for a moment I really thought he was going to kill me but they eventually threw the bucket down.
As she began to swing the axe Carver used all of his strength to push me off and I watched as it swung down into his chest. I let out a scream as blood began pooling out of his chest and slowly from his mouth. My hands couldn't stop shaking as he was struggling for his breath. He reached his hand out for mine, "do it, please. Leah I'm begging you please." I slowly pushed myself up trying my best to steady my hands as I reached for my gun. I was going to point it at Carvers head, but he let out a small whisper, "I did love you Leah."
I eventually got too tired to fight back, still no matter how much I screamed and fought these memories replayed like a broken record in my head. Maybe I was dead. That would make sense... I was dead and this was hell. "NO." I screamed this time loud enough that I could hear it outside my head. "MAKE IT STOP." I heard someone answer me this time, "Leah? Make what stop? What's going on?" I let out another scream as I remembered everything I'd just rewatched. "Leah it's Daryl." I felt his hands on my shoulder and I could just barely make him out. "Daryl help me. PLEASE." I started sobbing uncontrollably unable to form the sentences I wanted too. He wrapped his arms around me as I continued to scream, I was terrified I didn't know what was happening. The door burst open, and a team of nurses rushed in. One pushed a needle into my arm, and it felt as if I was slipping away even though I desperately wanted to hold onto Daryl, I didn't want to go back to wherever I just came from.
I heard beeping in the distance and I began to slowly open my eyes although it took a long time to get them to stay open. I saw Daryl, Carol, Rosita, Gabriel, Jerry, Mercer and Ezekiel all sitting in front of me. "Hey," Daryl whispered realizing I was awake. My eyes drifted down to all the tubes connected to my body. "I'm alive?" I shakily whispered. Rosita squeezed my hand, "barely chicka. How are you feeling?" I softly shook my head, "awful." Carol nodded, "they said that's to be expected. Your body went through quite the fight trying to get everything out of your system." I leaned my head back, "why are you all here? Did you think I was going to die?" Gabriel sighed, "at first yes, but we're here because we're all a family. And we owe you an apology because we should've realized, after everything you've done for us, we should've at least noticed something was off." I shook my head, "no I'm sorry. You guys didn't tell Judith or RJ right?" Daryl shook his head, "no, they don't know." I met his eyes, "I'm so sorry Daryl. I didn't think this was going to happen, I didn't want it too." He turned to everyone, "can we have a minute."
I gave them a small smile and then turned to Mercer as he came and stood beside the bed. "Thank you," I whispered. He nodded, "you remember what you said to me?" I shook my head, "no." He sighed, "you asked me not to let you die. That means you still want to live, as much as you might be hurting, you didn't want to die, and whoever Carver is, I don't think he'd want you to die either." I bit my lip, "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." He shook his head, "don't be, I need a doctors note giving you a psych report before returning to work, come see me whenever. Feel better Leah."
Daryl closed the door behind him and came and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I really am sorry." He looked at me, "you keep saying that Leah." I nodded, "I know, and I mean it every time." I watched as he slowly shook his head, "we're gonna work through this together, alright? Like we always do." I closed my eyes, "I didn't mean for this to happen." He gave me a small smile, "I know. But you almost died, if Mercer hadn't found you who knows what could've happened. That can't happen again Leah."
I wiped away my tears, "I don't want it too." He squeezed my hand, "alright. You look tired, close your eyes, I'll be right here when you wake up." I took a deep breath, "thank you." He nodded, "I know how scary this is, but you're the bravest fucking person I know. I love you kid." I closed my eyes tiredly whispering back, "love you too." I tried to keep myself awake, I was terrified to close my eyes again but I was also to tired to fight what ever drugs were inside me.