"I'm hardly the woman I was a year ago."

~Carol Peletier

The radio was blasting in Glenn's garage as he worked. The former delivery boy barely listened to the lyrics as he tirelessly crafted his new weapon. One part he did hear that caught his attention was when the female sang the words: "We are warriors. You and I. Our legacy would never die." He continued on with his work, carefully wrapping his aluminum bat with barbed wire.

Meanwhile, Carol was in her house furiously writing away at her desk. Tears fell from her face, staining the paper. She let out a shaky breath, wanting to be strong as she did this.

Rick rocked Judith back and forth in his arms; the one thing retained his sanity in this mad world. Carl was in the other room, throwing darts, but missing the target. He was getting more and more frustrated each time he missed. Michonne was with Aaron visiting the graves; they placed flowers around them so they wouldn't look barren. Michonne almost chuckled at the thought of seeing Daryl's reaction to the flowers surrounding his grave.

Abraham was manning the gate when he saw Sasha and Jesus approach Alexandria. An irritated scowl adorned both their faces.

"How'd it go?" Abraham called out. Sasha only shook her head in response, "About as good as I look. Gregory sent me back after I told him we didn't kill all the Saviors." Her voice hardened. "How we didn't kill Negan."

"Well, you can't win 'em all. Why's he here then?" He gestured to Jesus.

"I couldn't let the lady walk back by herself," He raised his eyebrows with a smug grin, causing Sasha to roll her eyes playfully.

"Abraham, can you give me a cigar?" Sasha covered the top of her forehead as she looked up at him.

"Since when did you start smoking?" He reached into his pocket, digging for one.

"Since after I met that coward of a leader Gregory," She caught it as he threw it down to her as well as with the lighter.

"Thanks," she stuck it in her mouth, walking off with Jesus towards Rick's house.

"Sasha, we'll get him. That asshole's days are numbered." Abraham reassured her. Sasha nodded her head firmly as she lit the cigar.

At Rick's house, Sasha and Jesus told him how they were unable to form another alliance with the Hilltop colony.

"He thinks we'll get everyone killed," Sasha said. "He wants to claim plausible deniability if the Saviors somehow find out we did work with them to take out Negan."

"That's understandable," Rick put his hands on his sides. "I don't know what other cards there are to play now. Gregory was our final hope."

"No, he's not," Jesus spoke up. "Gregory... Gregory can barely lead Hilltop! I don't even know how he was chosen to be the leader!"

"What are you tryin' to say, Jesus?" Rick asked.

"I'm trying to say Hilltop needs a new leader," He looked over brightly at Sasha.

"Me?" Sasha was surprised.

"Yes, you," Jesus affirmed. "I had been thinking about how Hilltop needed a change in leadership since you all visited. I was thinking Maggie could have done it..." He paused. "But when I watched you try to negotiate with Gregory, I knew."

Sasha laughed at this absurd thought. "I don't know, Jesus. I like Alexandria. A lot. I don't want to leave it. Especially right now."

"Sasha, you want to see the end of Negan so badly. You told me about how you felt as we walked back. This is how we do it," Jesus stated.

"Even if she does want to do this, how will we get Gregory to step down? How will our numbers stand with the Saviors?" Rick questioned, unconvinced.

Before Jesus could answer, Glenn walked into the room. Glenn's eyes immediately landed on Jesus and wrath swelled up inside of him. He was the catalyst for all of this, Glenn thought. Something must have told Jesus how Glenn was feeling because he went up to him and gently told him: "I'm so sorry, Glenn. If you all wouldn't have met me, they might still be here. I pulled you all into this mess."

Glenn's anger slowly dissipated as he heard this. "Would you like to see the graves?"

Glenn led the way to the burial site and to everyone's surprise they saw the graves decorated with blue and green flowers.

Jesus went up to the graves and studied the flowers. "Whoever put these here did an excellent job. The blue signified strength and calming. The green nurtures a release meant for the deceased," He smiled at them.

Tears stung Sasha, Rick and Glenn's eyes as they heard this. Glenn went up to Jesus and picked up one of the green flowers off Maggie's grave and choked: "Her last name was Greene." He laughed, "It's a stupid connection but..."

Jesus interrupted, "No, it's not." They all looked at the graves in silence, grieving at what Negan had taken away from them.

They all walked Jesus back to the gate; Rick telling him he was always welcomed here.

"I hope you'll consider it, Sasha," Jesus told her.

"I will," Sasha answered, skeptically.

With that, Jesus headed back on the road to Hilltop.

Glenn started off towards his house, and Rick turned to Sasha.

"Is this something you want to do, Sasha?"

"I don't know. But if it means that Negan will be killed, I would do anything."

Rick shook his head disapprovingly. "I can't have that. I can't risk failure and seeing you all get killed."

"Why is it that everyone wants to fight back except you?" Sasha couldn't keep her feelings down any longer. "You of all people should be advocating for this. He killed your people."

Rick ignored her and kept walking. Sasha chased after him, trying to get him to see reason. But Rick noticed something odd as he tried to get away from her. Carol's front door was wide open and a gust of wind that had just blown through shut it.

The sound of a swaying rope was heard behind them amongst a cluster of trees.

Rick and Sasha hesitantly turned around to the horror that was Carol's body hanging from the tree.

Sasha cried out as Rick ran to cut her body from the tree. He knew that she was already dead based off the discolor in her face and the lack of movement from her chest. It was only a matter of time before she turned into a walker. But he couldn't bring himself to stick the blade in her head.

He gripped it with all his might and lifted the knife steadily above her head, but someone beat him to it with the wave of an ax.

Rick jolted as the blood sprayed onto him and he looked up to see an enraged Glenn. He was breathing in and out rapidly as he saw his friend's dead body on the ground. Her life went out like a candle's flame pinched by two fingers. It did not go out with even a whimper or the bang she rightfully deserved.

Rick was a little frightened by this display as was Sasha. A crowd had started to gather at the tree and their faces expressed the sorrow and despair Rick had initially felt. The little resolution they did have slowly faded from their eyes.

Glenn looked towards Rick as he said, "I came by earlier to say I had a plan." He looked up at the sky as tears rolled down his face. "That there could be a way to defeat him. But maybe you are right, there is no hope."

Carl came up beside his dad and wrapped an arm around him. "How many more people is he going to take away from us?" Carl knew that Negan wasn't directly responsible for Carol's death, but his presence had driven her over the edge.

Rick couldn't respond to his son's question as his grief clouded his mind. Glenn went over to her body and lifted her up. Rick snapped out of his trance for a bit and went over to help him. He didn't care what Glenn said; he was going to help.

Glenn didn't object to this and they both went over the church to bury her. The ones who knew her followed to say one last goodbye to Carol. The remaining crowd watched in depressing silence, accepting the fact that death was to be their constant companion from now on.

After they buried her, Rick went to her house to collect the mementos of his good friend. He was in too much shock to believe she was really gone. He expected her to be waiting for him at her house with a plate of cookies. The memory of this shook him to the core and his last wall finally collapsed. He cried out in anguish at how his life had unraveled so suddenly and quickly.

As he wept, he found a note on her desk. He read it, over and over, running his fingers over the pen marks. These were the final words of Carol, his beloved friend, and he wanted to lock them away in his heart and mind.

Glenn walked back to his house alone. The fall air was turning cooler, signaling winter would soon arrive. He thought of how he had rarely seen snow in Georgia and would finally experience all four seasons. Then he thought of how Maggie and their child would never see Alexandria in the winter. His child would never get to experience the snowflakes falling from the clouds or build a snowman with him. Carol and Daryl wouldn't get to see this either. They also had a future together; a relationship that brought out the best in each other.

This brought back Glenn's fury at everything Negan and his men had cut short. He almost gave up today and he cursed himself for that. He would not rest until Negan's corpse was laid out in front of him.

Sasha had another cigar in her mouth. She had stolen this one from Abraham, knowing he wouldn't give up his precious cigars. She was in her garage, sharpening her knife. The notion of taking leadership at Hilltop becoming more appealing.

Tonight would be a long night for Glenn. He had his radio to the maximum and got to work again. He had finished his first weapon, but a new one formed in his mind. It was a good thing he found a wooden bat. He pulled out some nails and started hammering away.

Enid silently snuck up behind Glenn since he was too focused on the task at hand. The man felt her behind him and quickly turned to face her. A look of surprise crossed his face seeing the teenage girl there.

"Enid, what are you doing here?" He asked, shutting off the radio.

"I want to talk," She answered, her face grim. "I've seen what you have been doing and I want in."