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I WAS BEGINNING to think that the RV was my second home now, the amount of time we'd spent in the confined space in the past couple of days was tiresome. Rick's plan was both crazy as well as clever. We just had to hope that these Saviours would fall for it. Dad sat beside me, silent and brooding. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, if he agreed with what we were doing. Did I agree?

I thought it over for a second. From what we'd heard this group was evil, kid killing people. Maybe we'd be doing this world justice, if that was still a thing, by killing them. Something didn't feel right, we were meant to find this Negan but we didn't know if he would be there or what he even looked like. It just seemed like we were going to go into the compound and hope for the best.

I couldn't over think this.

Looking over at Maggie, I thought as to why she was coming with us. She was pregnant. Then again it wasn't any of my business, if Glenn trusted her to stay safe, then who was I to cause a fuss.

A horn honked in the distance, the RV squealing to a stop. Like clockwork the each of us inside the RV stood and collected up all our things. I stretched my arms above my head, sighing as my back clicked with relief. I picked up the large automatic gun leant against the seats, it felt foreign in my hands. I didn't like the idea of not using my trusty hatchets, but hopefully we didn't need to use the guns.

Hopping out of the RV, I squinted slightly at the brightness of the sun. Dad clapped his hand against my shoulder as he passed me, taking point at the end of the line of cars. I glanced around, locking eyes with Jesus. My breath caught in my throat. I'd managed to get through the entire ride here without talking to him, avoiding his glances for this very reason. What was he trying to do? Couldn't he just leave me alone. Shit.

Like he could read my mind, he turned away from me and spoke quietly with Rick. I couldn't look away from that stupidly pretty man.

"Aaron, Rosita. You start here." Rick announced as I shook myself out from my trance. "We'll peel off every quarter mile, meet back here in a couple of hours. See what we got. There's no turning back now."

"Tuck" dad called out with a whistle, jutting his head towards the tree line when I looked at him "Let's go"

Adjusting the awkward gun strap on my shoulder, I gave Jesus one final secret glance before moving. We wandered through the trees, talking quietly about random things. I think Dad was trying to keep mind off what was about to happen but I'd already accepted that we needed to do this.

We paused in an open area, ducking down behind a tree at the sight of three walkers. From here I couldn't really tell if any of them would be good enough for Rick's plan. Dad gave me a nod and together we sprung towards the walkers, carefully killing them without ruining their faces.

"This has to be the most fucked things we've done" I huffed as we dragged the lifeless bodies into a line.

"Nah, we've done worse" Dad said with a dismissive scoff.

I looked at him with a concerned frown, honestly shocked. Growing up I understand the family did some dodgy stuff, especially Merle but I could remember anything as fucked up as what we were doing. Dad shrugged at me before looking back down at the walkers we'd killed.

"When?" I asked after a beat.

Dad raised his eyebrows in thought, he glanced away from the walkers "Years ago, you probably don't remember" he squatted down closer to the bodies, clearly trying to see which one was best "And anyway it was Merle's idea so use your imagination"

"It honestly could be anything" I chuckled quietly, kneeling beside dad to look at the walkers. I squinted, tilting my head slightly. I pointed to the middle walker "I think that one, give it a quick wash... Maybe?"