Cease »» TWD (Rick Grimes, Negan)

Chapter 34

Warnings: possible triggers

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I looked to Negan before getting out of the truck.

I took a deep breath and watched as the gates to Green Hills opened.

"Drop your weapons!" Someone yelled.

"Why should we?" I asked.

I jumped, hearing two gunshots go off- the bullets hitting near my feet.

I slowly put my weapons down on the ground in front of me before watching as two men stepped out from behind the gates.

"I assume you're here to see Rick Grimes?" One of them asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"You're Samantha Grimes, correct?" He inquired.

"Samantha Carter." I corrected.

"We've been expecting you." He replied.

They took mine and Negan's weapons before leading us into their community.

"You made it just in time." One of them declared, leading us to what looked to used to be a baseball field.

"For what?" Negan asked.

"Death to our traitors." The man answered.

I looked to the middle of the field, finding Rick, two other men, and Tara and Aaron sitting in front of them.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"These two helped our prisoners escape." One of the men answered.

"Prisoners?" I inquired.

"Let's just say that a few of your people didn't follow the rules." He replied.

"Stop!" I yelled, watching as one of the men beside Rick hit Aaron with a baseball bat.

I ran down to the middle of the field, Rick's eyes widening as he looked at me.

"Sam, get out of here!" Tara yelled.

"What are you doing to them?" I asked, trying to keep my calm.

I looked to my right, finding the rest of my people sitting in the bleachers.

"Execution." One of the men answered.

"For what?" I inquired.

"Assisting prisoners escape." He answered.

"Sam, you need to leave!" Tara yelled, her voice cracking.

"Stop!" I screamed, one of the men sticking a sword through her stomach.

"No!" I screamed, feeling my heart hit the floor.

"Leave!" She croaked.

"No, no!" I cried, dropping to my knees beside her.

"It's okay." She replied, forcing a smile.

"No it's not!" I sobbed, gently cupping her bruised cheeks.

"Sam," She cried, her chest heaving up and down.

I put my hands down on her stomach, trying to apply pressure.

"I'm going to get you back, just stay with me." I begged.

"No," She replied, putting her hand on my arm.

"You're going to be okay," I replied, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Come here," She croaked.