"Bet ya thought you were all going to grow old together, sitting around the table at Sunday dinner in the happily ever after. No... doesn't work like that Rick. Not anymore."

~Negan

An arm was flung across the yard, landing beside a frightened Negan.

"What the hell is going on?!?!" He shouted, running up towards the chaos in the front.

As in response, Shiva narrowed her eyes at the man and let out a fearsome roar before attacking again. Negan leapt out of the tiger's way, barely avoiding her claws. A Savior next to Negan raised his gun at the tiger, but was too slow before she bit into his throat.

"Get the hell outta here!!" He shouted to the men nearby although they were way ahead of him. However, they did not get very far before they were shot down. Negan looked back to see where the gunfire was coming from and saw a smiling Rosita across the yard, waving at him.

More Saviors arrived with guns, trying to shoot the ferocious beast. But King Ezekiel and Michonne quickly intervened, jumping out of the truck and taking out the Saviors with their non-firearms weapons.

Negan stared in disbelief at this sight in front of him. He gripped Lucille tightly, realizing he was not carrying a gun with him. He glared angrily at Rick, who was firing at the Saviors intensely.
Sensing that Negan was about to act on his impulses, Shiva hissed at him and eyed him dangerously.

Noticing that no one stood between him and the tiger, he ran as fast as he could.

~

At the first sound of gunfire, Sherry dropped what she was doing and ran to the armory. The previous days had been tense for her, knowing an attack was imminent.

She arrived and found the armory to be locked. She cried out in defeat, feeling foolish for not have been proactive about this.

Suddenly, a tall, brute Savior came up to her with something in his hand.

"Do you have the key?" She asked eagerly. He took one look at her before grunting in response, unlocking the armory doors.

"I know I look like I can't fight," She stated, rushing inside. The Savior ignored her, trying to find the ideal gun to use.

"Which is precisely the angle I'm going for," She finished her sentence as she ambushed the man by surprise, shooting him in the head.

She dropped her gun and struggled to barricade herself inside. She was not strong enough to move things in time and abandoned her original plan. She went outside with the key, locking the door from the outside.

It wasn't long before shouts were heard from the other side of the door. The sounds of bangs and crashes meant people were trying to bust the door down.

The armory wasn't a vault; the door would not hold forever. Sherry sighed, sinking down to the cold, hard floor. Her mind wandered to how long she would be in here before help came in the form of Dwight or Glenn.

That was if help came at all.

~

The walkers that were placed along the perimeters were taken down by either Rick, Rosita, or Morgan. Rick did not want to give The Saviors any weapons to spare, even if they were decayed and nearly immobile.

It seemed as if the Saviors were struggling for weapons. They did not have as many guns as Rick would have thought; they mostly had crowbars or blades.

"Rick!" Rosita shouted amid the gunfire, noticing this as well. "Did we take the armory?"

"I don't know!" He answered. "Cover me!" He went back towards the vehicles where Carl was.

"Carl! I need you to go find the armory!" Rick instructed.

"I'll accompany him," Gabriel said, determined to do his part in this. Rick nodded with no hesitation before heading back into the fire. The pair followed behind Rick before parting ways.

Morgan caught Rick's attention, nodding grimly as he killed several Saviors. Rick was nothing short of impressed, seeing that Morgan had given up his philosophy. He had doubts as to whether Morgan was prepared to fight, telling him that any hesitation could lead to him and other people's deaths.

Out of nowhere, Rick was tackled to the ground losing ahold of his gun. Arat sneered at the former sheriff before picking up his gun.

"This is what Negan should have done when he first met you," She aimed it at him, placing her finger on the trigger.

But the bullet never fired.

Instead, another bullet was lodged into Arat's eye; her body slumping to the ground. Rick turned his head to the direction of where the bullet came from and saw Rosita with her gun raised.

"I've been wanting to kill that bitch for the longest time," Rosita helped Rick to his feet. Rick stared at her in amazement before they both started firing again.

~

"Shiva! Do not exhaust yourself!" Ezekiel commanded. "You have done enough. Go back to the trucks," he had noticed the tiger slowly losing her strength. She stalked off, but not before giving one last roar to show The Saviors that a new era had arrived.

"That tiger," Michonne started to say as she slashed several Saviors into two, "She's something else."

"Indeed," Ezekiel chuckled as he swung his staff, knocking many Saviors to the ground.

Suddenly, three trucks arrived and started shooting at Rick and Ezekiel's people. Their attention turned to the new arrivals, exchanging gunfire with them.

The trucks drove forward, hoping to run over some of the Alexandrians or Kingdom residents. They knocked down more of the fence in the process.

Rick gritted his teeth in anger, hoping that this wouldn't mean The Saviors were turning the tide in their favor.

Rosita noticed Rick's agitation and drew closer to him. "We still have some aces up our sleeves," she reassured.

As if on cue, vehicles drove into the other side of the fence and fired at The Saviors trucks. Seeing that this battle would be pointlessly engaged from vehicles, Saviors poured out of the trucks with Simon leading them.

In response, Sasha, Abraham, and Jesus climbed out of the new vehicles with Hilltop Colonists and Oceanside women following suit.

The two sides rushed at each other furiously, each eager to get a taste of victory.

~

"Now, now, Rick!!!" Negan's booming voice echoed throughout the yard. "Do we really need to do this?" He temporarily halted the battle, preventing any further casualties from occurring since Simon and Sasha arrived.

"Yeah, I think we do," Rick cautiously approached Negan. "I've already killed dozens of your men... And I'm not nearly finished. You're going to watch us kill all your men and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it."

Negan became enraged at this, but kept his cool. "I think we can discuss this. Let's talk, Rick. We can go inside and work out an agreement."

"It's already been decided! It already was decided that night, " Glenn appeared besides Rick, his entire body covered with blood and scowl darkening his face.

"I really liked you, Rick. I might actually shed a tear when I beat the hell outta you," Negan smirked. "You all made me feel something again. Something I hadn't felt since the apocalypse started."

Rick pointed his gun at Negan in response, causing everyone to start shouting.

Dwight's sudden appearance silenced everyone since he had the crossbow aimed at Rick.

"It's about time you showed up, right-hand man!" Simon called out, prompting Dwight to glare at the man.

"Oh, Simon, You're both my right-hand men. Who says there only had to be one?" Negan stated. "I have two hands, don't I? It's like you're my left and he's my right." Dwight only trained his eyes on Rick's.

Rick didn't hold eye contact with the man and instead focused on Negan. However, Glenn looked at Dwight, searching for any sign that he was truly on their side.

"Think of Sherry," Glenn whispered, knowing Dwight would not be able to hear him.

"Go ahead, Rick. Kill me. I'd rather have you do it than him," Negan gestured to Glenn with Lucille. "But you better shoot straight."

Everything slowed as Rick did his signature head tilt, signaling he was about to shoot to kill. Simon raised his gun at Rick, but an arrow struck Simon's throat before he could pull the trigger.

Negan stared slack-jawed as he saw his most trusted man keel over. He slowly turned his head towards the culprit.

"I guess I missed," Dwight stated smugly.

"DWIGHT!!" Glenn rushed forward, seeing Negan raise the arm that held Lucille.

"Glenn, don't!" Rick cried out.

Dwight prepared for the hit that was coming; he felt sad that he wouldn't get to be with Sherry, but he wanted to go out with whatever pride he had left. He wanted to show Negan he wasn't able to break his spirit.

He smiled, thinking that he had finally been able to right his wrongs. He guessed that this is what Daryl must have felt that night... a feeling so powerful and raw.

But a loud clang next to his ear came instead. To the side of him, wood met metal.

Glenn used all his strength to prevent Lucille from hitting Dwight, grimacing at a shocked Negan. Everyone stared at Glenn in awe as he had protected Dwight with a bat of his own.

"Wha-What?" Negan stuttered. Dwight quickly got away from the two men, shaken up from the experience.

"You're not the only one with a bat," Glenn spat.

"Well, now that's a problem," Negan swung Lucille unexpectedly; Glenn barely able to defend himself. The momentum was so powerful that Glenn's bat hit him on the head. It didn't cause any serious damage, but it was enough to make him bleed from his forehead.

Negan grinned sadistically at the sight of the blood trickling down Glenn's face.

Immediately, gunfire started again. Several Saviors who had been standing were brought down from this new assailant.

Enid stepped forward, a twisted expression on her face as she fired at Negan. However, Negan had his bat raised and the bullet hit the wood instead.

Negan snapped his head towards the young girl. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?! YOU RUINED LUCILLE!"

"And I'll ruin you too," Enid snarled, aiming her gun at Negan once again.

"WADE! KILL HER!" Negan demanded. "NO!!!" Glenn exclaimed, unsure if he should attack Negan or run to Enid. He chose the latter.

But it was too late. Enid fell to the icy ground, clutching her fatal wound.

"Enid! Enid!" Glenn cradled the girl in his arms, barely realizing how small she was. Negan only looked on with glee.

The group stood frozen at the sight of this, unable to process the fact a teenager was murdered in cold blood.

"Don't waste your tears on me," Enid whispered as she placed her hand on Glenn's cheek.

"I'm sorry... Enid... I caused all of this..." Glenn couldn't keep his tears back as he held her for the last moments of her life. Around him, the battle resumed, but it was just Glenn and Enid in that moment.

"No... I wanted this..." Enid smiled painfully. This caused Glenn to cry harder, understanding how much he had damaged the girl by dragging her into this war.

"Kill..him... for...us," He voice started to fade. "I-I promise... I will," Glenn responded before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You fought well, Enid. Thank you," Glenn stated, preventing her reanimation with his knife.

He stood up and looked for Negan, but the man was long gone. Glenn looked around and picked up a gun, heading out back towards their vehicles. He had forgotten something, and he couldn't complete the job without it.

~

The door to the armory was almost down. Sherry was backed into a corner, fearing that The Saviors were winning and no one was going to come to help her. She thought about what Dwight was doing; if he was even alive.

She looked straight ahead at the door, knowing time was almost up. She had held the armory for as long as she could. She had put her trust in too many men before; now she would be the one to take charge of things.

She stood up, smoothing her short, black dress. She had kicked off her heels, feeling as if they would only hinder her. She picked up an AK-47 from the rack, steadying herself with its weight and her own.

As she readied the rifle, the door had finally fallen. The Saviors were livid when they saw the woman, but their rage quickly turned into surprise as she gunned them down. Cool and collected, Sherry did not stop shooting until each Savior's blood pooled around their bodies.

She dropped the rifle, panting with exhaustion. Her ears heard rapid footsteps coming and she reached for the rifle again.

Whoever they were stopped in the entryway, taking in the massacre that has just occurred. She lifted the gun again, but did not pull the trigger as she saw it was a kid with an eyepatch and a priest.

"Sherry?" Carl asked, eyeing the blood and bodies.

"A-Are you with Glenn?" She carefully approached him.

"Yes, we are," Gabriel reassured. Sherry nodded her head and gestured with the gun, "It's all yours."

Gabriel and Carl exchanged glances as Sherry stepped out between them.

"Do you know where Dwight is? Is he alive?" Sherry did not want to get her hopes up, expecting the worst.

"We-We don't know. We haven't seen him," Gabriel answered.

"Sherry, wait. You need to help us. Keep guard here with Gabriel while I go tell my dad that we secured the armory. We need to get everyone here," Carl ordered. Sherry stared at him in disbelief, not liking the fact she was being bossed around by a kid.

"Okay," She crossed her arms. Carl gave her a thumbs up, pushing past her afterward to get another rifle.

Sherry and Gabriel were left alone, both standing around awkwardly.

"I'm surprised you were able to hold that rifle with such ease," Gabriel spoke up, getting into a fighting stance

"Yeah, well I'm a little trigger happy," Sherry narrowed her eyes, mirroring Gabriel's position.

Carl had made it back to his father, enjoying the new weapon he had acquired a little too much.

"We got it, dad," He snuck up behind Rick. "Sherry and Gabriel are in the armory."

"Good, now we need to move everyone over there," Rick looked around at the fighting ahead. "I just don't know how."

"Pardon me," Abraham appeared next to them. "I couldn't help but overhear what you were saying. I think I could be of some use."

"Go on," Rick listened closely.

"I can get a truck closer to the armory, and load the weapons into it. It'll be a helluva lot easier than carrying them around."

Rick nodded, agreeing that was the smartest option at the moment. "Carl, go with Abraham." He wanted his son off the battlefield; he wasn't going to lie to himself that he was giving him missions that were far beneath Carl's level. However, Carl didn't seem to be listening as something else caught his attention. He slowly moved towards it, ignoring Rick and Abraham's shouts.

He looked at the body horrified, feeling his hands gripping his rifle tightly.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" He yelled at his dad.

"I-I didn't want you to lose focus," Rick responded full of anguish.

"Was it Negan?!" He looked back down at Enid.

"Yes... he gave the order..." Rick moved towards his son, but Carl denied him.

"I'm going to shove this gun down his throat and let him gag on it before I pull the trigger," Carl said sadistically.

"Carl! We all have jobs to do. Yours is to help Abraham," Rick instructed, putting aside his emotions for logic.

"C'mon, kid," Abraham put an arm around the teen sadly, leading him away from the body. Carl kept looking back at his dad and Enid as he walked away.

Jesus and Glenn had entered the factory, desperately trying to find Negan.

"I'll search every floor if I have to!" Glenn shouted while Jesus gunned down the Saviors who stood in their way.

"Maybe he left and went to an outpost," Jesus said worriedly, running besides Glenn. They were too caught up in their running and conversation that they didn't hear The Saviors behind them until Jesus fell down.

The Saviors had started beating him with their weapons; the man struggling to get to his feet. Glenn had run out of bullets from his own gun; a much merciful death compared to the one that awaited them.

Jesus looked up in astonishment as the Saviors bit the dust around him. A vengeful Glenn stood before him, blood dripping from the nails on his bat.

"G-Glenn," Jesus could hardly recognize the man before him. However, he didn't have the time to dwell on this as more Saviors approached them.

At the same time, Glenn caught a glimpse of Negan above them, aiming a gun at them. He had his usual smirk plastered on his face.

"Move!" Glenn pulled Jesus to start running as Negan fired at them, but stopped as his men got in the way. He frowned, putting away his gun before leaving.

"Glenn! Go find Negan! I can take care of these dirtbags," Jesus stood in front of Glenn in a sparring position. Glenn took one last look back as he sprinted, startled to see Jesus using martial arts on the men.

"He'll be alright," Glenn thought out loud, knowing Jesus could take care of himself.

Glenn jogged alone for a while before he ran into Dwight, who was on his own mission to find Negan.

"Dwight! Are you looking for Sherry?" Glenn asked.

"No, I'm looking for Negan!" Dwight responded, irritated that he could not find him.

"He's above us! About five floors." Dwight grunted, already taking off towards the staircase.

"Dwight, listen to me. I will be the one to kill Negan," Glenn's voice dropped a few octaves, proving how determined he was on this matter. "No exceptions."

"Whoever finds him first should be the one to do it."

"I didn't make these for no reason," Glenn showed off his bats. Dwight stared at the weapons wide-eyed. "A bullet, an arrow, it's all too good for him. So unless you can get Lucille, I'll be the one to do it."

"...Okay. I'll corner him and take him to a place where no Savior can help him..."

"Thanks..."

"I should be thanking you for what you did earlier... I'm still alive because of you. Just-Just tell Sherry I'm alright, okay?"

"I will. I'm sure she's been wanting to know."

"I saw what happened to the girl... I'm sorry."

"I am too," was all Glenn said before heading to the armory.