39; NEW WORLD ORDER PART ONE (season six, episode sixteen & season seven, episode one)
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DEVIN DIDN'T CRY, she considered it weakness- for herself, that is, she didn't think anyone else crying made them weak. To her, showing any vulnerability ran the risk of it being exploited and she couldn't allow that to happen. So, she swallowed her fear down and stood tall because crying wouldn't change a damn thing anyway and it would only make her feel worse in the long run.
Leo cried. He'd reached Val and Daryl just as the bullet entered her chest. He'd tried to break out of his binds when she fell to the ground, desperate to try and help her but he couldn't, they wouldn't let him and she bled out on the forest floor without an ounce of comfort.
Daryl just shook his head in disbelief, repetitively murmuring "It should've been me." For the first hour after. He was silent now. They all were. There wasn't anything to say.
Their gags had been removed before they were thrown into the truck, they even cut their hands free as some sort of sick joke. Devin could tell what the play was the second Dwight drew the knife. They were trying to suss out rebels, freeing their hands meant allowing them the opportunity to use them but if they did use them- they'd be gunned down like Val.
The truck door was cracked open by Dwight, giving passage to a blinding light from outside.
He dragged Daryl out first, and then Michonne before finally yanking Devin's arm.
Devin's heart stopped when she saw Freya on her knees between Aaron and Carl, and her own knees all but gave out when she skimmed the line and her eyes found Abraham.
She tried to reach him, if they were going to die, there wasn't a single person she'd want to be beside more but Dwight didn't let her.
Michonne was pushed to her knees beside Abraham and then Devin was shoved down between her and Daryl with Rosita on the other side of him. It felt a little taunting really, the two people she most wanted to be with were within arms reach but there was no way of subtly reaching for them. So, she was alone.
Devin leaned forward, trying to determine all the people she'd watch die before eventually, death reached her. Eugene, Carl, Freya, Aaron, Sasha, Rick, Maggie, Abraham, Michonne and then her. Well, at least she'd be praying for death by the time they reached her.
"Maggie?" Glenn called out, eyes widened with horror at the sight of his sickly pregnant wife.
"On your knees!" Dwight demanded.
"It's his wife for god's sake," Leo snapped, glaring up at Dwight.
"Did I ask you, Scrappy?" Dwight seized Leo's shoulders and roughly dragged him to the ground. "Get down and shut up."
Leo was at the very end of the line with only Glenn beside him. Seeing Denise and Val murdered right in front of him, by the very same person had changed something in him. That goodness was slowly starting to slip away, leading him into a world of hate and bitterness.
