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• Game Plan •

"We have to do something," Amelia whined, her brows furrowed in annoyance as she glanced from Rick to Michonne.

Amelia was wanting to attack the Sanctuary. She wanted Daryl out of there. As much as she loved being home, it didn't feel at all safe knowing Daryl was away. The not knowing what was happening to him was killing her inside, especially after all she had seen and endured. There was no way Negan was being lenient after the way she had been acting.

"I know, and I hear you Lia, I do. But we underestimated Negan. We need to plan it thoroughly," Rick explained.

Amelia took a deep breath, pulling at the ends of her hair as she looked at Michonne with pleading eyes.

"You're not hearing me! He's insane! You think you know him but you don't! We need to save Daryl!" With each breath, Amelia seemed to grow more frantic.

"We know what he's like Amelia, we saw what he did out there," Michonne frowned, and Amelia scoffed.

"Yeah and I bet you saw him melt one of his own guys face's off with an iron. I bet you saw him use one of his own people as a shield. Or, did you hear him tell me I'm safer here than there? He thinks I'm on some hit list there and you think Daryl is safe there? He killed their people out on the road when they attacked him, Abraham and Sasha. Please," Amelia begged.

It was silent for a moment as everyone looked at each other and Amelia had to clench her jaw to stop herself from lashing out even more. The urge to curse everyone out was strong, even though they weren't necessarily the ones she was mad at. How weren't they as worried as she was?

"I can tell you their layout! I was out of my cell for some time, I know the basics at least," she tried to bargain but Rick shook his head.

"Lia, your mother is going to be coming here soon and we don't know why. If we plan this and she finds out we don't know what she'll do. We wait it out," Rick said, his tone gentle but firm.

"But-."

"No. No buts. I don't want to have this conversation again."

Amelia's chest heaved with defeat. To her, it seemed unfair to leave Daryl there. He had been there when she was, been through similar to she had. If he wasn't there, she knew for a fact she would've lost her mind. His presence alone helped to calm her. He helped give her a reason to try and stay calm.

Everyone had left the room, left her standing there. Amelia sighed, letting herself fall into the sofa, pressing her palms to her eyes in a pitiful attempt to push back the tears. Frustration was an emotion she was well acquainted with, but this time felt blinding.

Was it rage? Anger at not being heard? Anger at knowing Daryl was in danger? She didn't even try to pinpoint her rage, instead she let it bubble and bubble until she jumped to her feet. If no one else would do anything then she would. As she grabbed her bag, stuffing it with necessities for her journey she could only hope that this would end well.

Her footsteps were fast, leading her back downstairs with a sense of urgency. People she had grown to know and love spoke in the streets, some of them training and some just quietly conversing. She quickly went behind the houses, out of sight, and continued walking to the gate.

It'd be easier if she was able to steal a car, but she knew that'd be noticed very quickly. Not only that, but she didn't know how to drive, she could only accelerate. The last time Amelia was behind a wheel, she was surprised she managed to stay on the road and not wrap herself around a tree.

She was practically silent as she walked behind the houses, finally making it to the gate. There was people on guard, standing by the fence and looking through.

Amelia walked over. There was no way she could fool Rosita. So she made her way to Eugene.

"Eugene, can you open the gate please," she said, doing a good job at acting normal.

He looked back at Rosita, who was talking to Michonne. So far, Amelia hadn't even been noticed. She hoped she'd be able to keep it that way.

"Why? As far as I'm aware we're meant to be on a lockdown of sorts," he said, his annoying accent getting even more on Amelia's nerves than usual.

"I'm going hunting. Negan took our shit, someone needs to keep us fed, especially with Daryl gone," she folded her arms, and he squirmed slightly.

"I don't know if letting you outside the gates would be in my wisest of choices now, Amelia," he rambled.

"Rick knows. He said I could," she lied, and Eugene seemed more at ease now.

"Oh. Well in that case, you could of just said."

"Shut up Eugene. Just be quiet and open the gate."

He sighed. In any other situation, Amelia would be kicking herself for snapping at someone like that, but today was not the day. She needed to save Daryl. Kill the saviours. She had to do it. She couldn't rest until she knew they had been taken care of. As soon as the gate was open, she ran, not caring if anyone saw her.

She was always fast, and knew no one would chase her too far in fear of leaving Alexandria unprotected. Her legs carried her through the woods, and when she broke through the trees and realised she wasn't being followed she slowed. She panted, catching her breath and holding the straps of her bag. When she was running it had been slapping on her back and now that she could catch her breath she realised how bad it hurt her shoulders.

"Fucking hell," she muttered, walking down the road and realising just how empty it was.

There was no walkers, no people. Abandoned on the side of the road was a rusty bike. Other than how old it looked, it looked like it was in working condition. She ignored the corpse laid next to it. It wasn't coming back any time soon, it had decomposed to the point you could barely tell it was a corpse.

It took a while for her to get used to riding the bike having not rode one in so long, but eventually she felt safe enough to think of something other than the pedals.

She wondered how Daryl was feeling. Did he feel alone? Of course he did, she did. He was strong, she knew that, but the Sanctuary managed to break her. Maybe Daryl had broke.

She followed the faint tire marks on the ground knowing it would lead her the right way. She'd probably been pedalling at least an hour now when she heard the faint sound of an engine drawing closer. Her heartbeat sounded in her ears, beating loudly as she swerved off the road and scrambled into the tree line. She watched from the bushes as the car slowly drove past her, breathing a sigh of relief.

She went to stand again, but quickly ducked back down when the car reversed slowly back into her sight.

Fuck.