The Woman at The End of The World. (Daryl Dixon)

sixty.

For the second time today, I cut the engine to the vehicle. I climb out, observing as Charlee, Wren, and Tori rush off to get into position. Kelly quietly and quickly tosses the swords and rifle in my direction. Without blinking, I catch the swords in one hand and the rifle in my other. I sheath my swords, gripping the rifle in my grasp while I cover Rick's back with Jesus and Kelly trailing behind me before we get into position. Rick gives the signal; I take up his right side with Maggie to his left, and Kelly to my right. I put my back against the steel, barricaded wall.

Maggie nods at me, locking eyes over Rick's head. We lift our arms, feeling everyone watching us in anticipation. I smirk, letting my arm return to my side. I pull up Daryl's bandanna over my face while the three communities let bullets sing through the air. I crouch, waiting with bated breath. I listen, ticking off the seconds before the door swings open. I carefully peak out of the crack; I spot Negan, Dwight, Gavin, Eugene, Simon, and some woman I've never seen before strutting out to join the rest of us.

"Well, shit. I'm sorry. I was in a meeting." Negan grins, spreading his arms. "I see you got your little mudflaps with you. So, I'm not exactly feelin' a reason for us to try throwin' lead at each other. I care about my people. I don't want to just march them into the line of fire because I want play 'my dick is bigger than yours.' It is." I scoff, shaking my head. He really does think he's some god. "We both know it. But I'm also comfortable enough to accept the fact if it wasn't. I'm certainly not gonna let my people die over that shit, like you're about to. So, Rick, what the hell can I do for you?"

Rick begins pointing to the people lurking over Negan's shoulder, "Dwight. Your name's Simon. You're Gavin. And you-"

"Regina." The unknown female clarifies in a matter of face tone.

Eugene's quivering tone fills the air, "Rick, I'd feel remiss if -"

"No." Rick bellows, "I know who you are."

"You are a spineless, traitorous coward." I shout, stepping into the crack, exposing myself. I point at the mullet man, "I get to kill you." I grin with malice and promise. Even with the bandanna covering the bottom half of my face, my point is loud and clear. Negan's eyes widen at my sudden appearance while Eugene visibly recoils at the sight of me. I watch as his eyes find Abraham's dog tags hang around my neck. I cock my head, not letting the grin drop. He rubs his face, trying to get the fear from showing on his face before his new leader notices. Awe, are you pissing yourself?

"Listen, you five. The Saviors inside. All of you have a chance to survive here. To survive this. You all can live if you surrender. Can't guarantee it any time but now. Right now." Rick drags his eyes off of me, returning his attention to our enemy. I don't step back behind the wall. Instead, I cross my arms, glaring at the enemy in front of me.

Negan ignores me, "so, they surrender, and you and your little piss patrol doesn't kill them. That sounds like a good deal! What about me, Rick?"

"I told you. Twice. You know what's going to happen."

"We all fucking told you." I growl. "You've been warned."

Negan shakes his head while amusement dances on his face. "I do. I do know what's gonna happen. You don't. You have no idea the shit that's about to go down. Let me ask you something, Rick, do you think you have the numbers for this fight? You don't." Actually, we do, I muse. We are just waiting for the backup to join us any minute now. If he isn't eating bullets, he'll certainly be walker chow. "Simon?" He gestures to the one of the men that saved my life once upon a time. A second later, Gregory appears from the darkened room behind them with Simon following him out.

"Of course, that's where he went." Jesus scoffs, shaking his head.

Negan faces the man that's barely leading his own community. "What do you have to say to the Rick and the piss patrol, Gregory?" I roll my eyes at the absurdity of the creep's stance with his hands in his pockets, cozying up with the Hitler wannabe.