A/N: I noticed my longest chapter (which had the climax) was getting skipped in favor of the chapters afterward. So I decided to split up the chapter because of the length and because it is too important to skip.

Negan had been surprised to find the armory locked with several Saviors trying to break the door down. He figured that they would take too long to do this and went up to his chambers to get the key, hence why he had spotted Glenn and Jesus.

He would not lose this dammit! He would prevail as he always did!

He charged down the stairs, nearing the armory until an arrow struck the wall beside him. Dwight slowly came out of the corner, his wrath evident on his face.

"You're not going any further, Negan," the crossbow was mere inches from Negan's face.

"Looks like your aim isn't getting any better," Negan chuckled, causing Dwight to strike him with the bow.

"Shut up for once and start walking towards your room," Dwight poked him in the back with the arrow.

"Spare me the trouble of having to walk up twenty levels of stairs and just shoot me," Negan sighed.

"Oh, I want to, but you and I need to talk first."

"Screw that! I'd rather be shot than face your dramatic monologue," Negan groaned while Dwight rolled his eyes at the irony.

~

Sherry could hardly contain her joy when she heard from Glenn that Dwight was alive. She felt as if their dream for a new life was becoming closer to reality. She blinked back tears as Glenn told her and Gabriel what had happened.

Her happiness quickly turned into apprehension once Glenn told her where Dwight was at the very moment they spoke.

"Don't concern yourself with me! Dwight's the one who is alone with that...that sadist!" Sherry exclaimed, trying to get Glenn out of the room.

"He wanted me to come see if you were safe!" Glenn felt as if he had done something wrong to upset Sherry like this.

"I am! He's the one who isn't!" Sherry finally managed to get Glenn out of the armory just as more people arrived. Glenn wanted to stay and chat, but he had to go to Dwight.

Sherry instantly recognized Carl from before and let him and his group pass through.

"Oh, how I've missed this," Abraham lifted an RPG from a rack hidden away at the back of the room. Everyone stared with their eyes widened at the weapon; all wondering what type of damage it was capable of.

"And I'm sure The Saviors have missed it too," Abraham winked wickedly, recalling the last time it blew them to bits.

"We'll test it out later. Right now let's gather as many guns as we can and take them to the frontlines," Carl stated, taking up the leadership role. Tara, Eugene, Gabriel, and Aaron started gathering the guns into their arms and went outside to store them into the truck.

Sherry leaned onto the wall; her mind filled with images of Dwight's broken and smashed body lying on the floor.

"Is something wrong?" Abraham moved in closer to her, but her back was turned towards him.

"Dwight... He's with Negan... and so is Glenn..." She trailed off. Carl and Abraham looked at each other anxiously.

"Tell me where they're at," Carl demanded, invading the woman's space.

"Nope," Abraham pulled the teen back. "You are not going anywhere."

"Abe, I-" Carl started to say, but Abraham didn't let him finish.

"I understand that you're angry about Enid. Hell, we all are. But you are not in any shape to fight. You are a disabled boy against a six-foot man," Abraham said bluntly. Carl glared at the man, knowing he was absolutely right.

Sherry had finally gotten ahold of herself and took up her rifle again. She couldn't break down here, not yet. She would be strong. Unlike the time she ran away, she would see this through to the bitter end.

~

Dwight and Negan stared at each other in the darkened bedroom before Negan broke the silence.

"So who talks first? Do I talk first? You talk first?"

"Even until the end you're still cocky," Dwight shook his head.

"Why wouldn't I be? I haven't lost yet, I am still standing!" Negan exclaimed, twirling Lucille.

"No one is coming for you."

"No? Did you suddenly forget the walkie talkie system I have in place? Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. A fool who finally grew a pair today!" Negan leaned on Lucille, taking in Dwight's surprise with great pleasure.

"No... You still won't win. You can't win!" Negan only laughed at this.

"Look outside, Dwight," Negan shoved him towards the large window. To Dwight's horror, more trucks pulled up and began gunning down several people. "I squashed each rebellion and I'll squash this one too." Dwight only stared helplessly from the inside of the compound, feeling as if a crushing weight was on top of him.

"Then I'll squash that ugly head of yours right after," Negan continued on. "Hell, you'll practically be begging for it. Seeing all your allies around you dead," He was practically in Dwight's face as he whispered, "Seeing Sherry dead...well, that would make any man want to die."

Dwight closed his eyes, imagining these scenes in his head. He couldn't bear to face the grim reality of Negan's words. Negan relished in Dwight's pain, continuing on. "How did it feel, Dwight? Feeling like you were a man for once, that you were in control for once? I bet it felt great! Like you and Sherry would finally get your happily ever after. I practically saved you both, I even forgave you for your little stunt and made you into something! But you got greedy. I'm not the monster here. I'm a decent guy! Whatever happens, you'll be the one to blame. Something you know very well."

Suddenly the appearance of another truck caught Dwight's attention. Out hopped Abraham holding an RPG and firing it at the other trucks. A massive explosion erupted, shaking the glass on the windows. People outside were cheering; Dwight even saw Rick's fist pump the air.

"That damn ginger..." Negan swore.

"You lost, Negan," Dwight faced the clearly agitated man. "The threat was right under your nose, but you deliberately ignored it because you couldn't deal with the fact people you considered lesser than would stand up against you. Would be your downfall!" Dwight's voice rose as a new bravado overtook him. "Everything you built was built on the backs of these people, built on their fears and weaknesses. You thought of yourself as a god, an untouchable thing who would be the savior of the new world. You are a very smart man, Negan. I've seen what you created, how it works, how you benefit from it. But that's all you are. A man. And it kills you that you couldn't surpass that."

Negan's nostrils flared at this. A string of curse words crossed his mind at how this prick had the audacity to say this to him. He opened his mouth, about to shout out his colorful language, but Dwight calmly stopped him.

"I once believed you were this godlike figure. We all did. But you're just pathetic. All this power and you couldn't save yourself."

Dwight barely ducked out of Lucille's path as she collided with the window. Glass was sent everywhere; some even cutting Dwight. He didn't waste any time in grabbing onto Negan's legs and pushing him down with all his might.

Lucille fell out of Negan's hands and rolled to the side. Dwight climbed on top of Negan and threw a punch at him. However, Negan caught Dwight's fist and twisted his arm. Dwight groaned, allowing Negan to throw him off. A kick to Negan's stomach gave Dwight some time to get back on his feet. Negan tackled the man and pushed him against the wall, punching him over and over. Dwight spotted the bat, struggling to get out of Negan's grasp.

Negan must have seen where he was looking as he let go of Dwight and picked up Lucille. He grinned down at Dwight before swinging the bat at him. Dwight slumped over in the nick of time, losing all strength but thankfully avoiding the bat once again.

Lucille hit the wall roughly; a loud smack emitted.

"You actually thought you were going to kill me? You can't even sit up!" Negan raised the bat up once again.

"No. I never thought that." Dwight chuckled as he lied on the floor, looking at the man in front of him.

"Glad I'm not the only one who sees the humor in your death!" Negan proclaimed, bringing down the bat forcefully. Dwight shielded his face with his arm; the hit so powerful it instantly broke his arm.

Negan was ignorant of the sound of metal being dragged across the concrete, instead raising up Lucille again to finish the job. However, Dwight was well aware of the sound.

"I was never going to be the one to do it," Dwight said weakly. "That's his job."

Negan glanced at the man oddly, suddenly feeling as if someone was behind him. Dwight could only smile as Negan spun around to see a fuming Glenn.

Negan took in the man, scanning his whole figure and his weapons; two bats.

"Well, ain't this precious?"

~

Back on the battlefield, Abraham, Carl, Tara, and Gabriel were taking on the freshly arrived backup. Eugene was inside the truck, debating if he should go out and fight.

"Eugene!" Abraham called out, noticing he was cowering in the truck. "Get yer' ass out here!"

"I am not equipped to fight," Eugene answered.

Abraham entered the truck, yanking Eugene out.

"Abe, I only make the bullets! I don't fire them!"

"You have stood in the face of death before, sniveling and trembling," Eugene looked startled at this. "Sasha told me what happened that night. This time, you can look death in the eye and spit in it!"

Eugene examined the gun Abraham had placed in his hands, thinking that he had finally earned his place in the group. He would not lie or hide anymore; he would fight and live. He smiled at Abraham softly, and Abraham did the same. They charged into battle, shooting and yelling at the enemy.

"I am honored to have you fighting by my side!" Abraham shouted over the gunfire. "I wouldn't have anyone else! Except maybe Sasha!"

"Having a high-ranking military sergeant as yourself fighting beside me is an honor as well!" Eugene laughed back.

"Eugene," Abraham looked at his friend sincerely. "You're a survivor now." He had barely managed to say that before he was shot.

"Abraham!!!" Eugene cried out.

"I-I'm f-fine," Abraham grimaced, holding onto his wounded shoulder. More gunfire was aimed at the pair; Eugene covering himself from it while Abraham tried to get to his feet.

A female Savior running towards them caught Eugene's attention, mostly because her outfit was out of place. She was wearing a short, low cut, dress compared to the plain, raggedy outfits the female Saviors wore. Her fist was balled up tightly, and it wasn't until she was closer did Eugene realize what she had.

She unpinned the grenade and threw it at them before Eugene could yell to take cover. Her aim was off due to the very moment she tossed it she was shot.

Eugene looked at Abraham one final time with tears streaming down his face before he ran towards the grenade.

"NO!" Abraham reached out to him, realizing too late what he was going to do. Eugene caught the grenade just as it exploded, bringing up clouds of dirt and grass that blinded Abraham and knocked him back down.

He lied there on the cold soil, too grief-stricken to move. He stared up at the gray sky as a snow flurry landed on his cheek.

~

"This is between you and me," Glenn took a few steps towards Negan. "You can kill Dwight if you kill me."

"That's a problem since I'm not here to die," Negan glowered.

"And I didn't come to die," Glenn retorted, putting his bats behind him in his backpack. "Let me get Dwight out of here first..." Negan simply nodded, rolling his eyes.

Glenn escorted Dwight outside; the latter telling Glenn, "You gotta win this." Glenn stayed silent, his thoughts preoccupied with other things.

Negan was staring out of the broken window when Glenn returned. He had his back facing Glenn, making Glenn wonder what sort of expression he wore.

"Anything you would like to say?" Negan looked at the battlefield with a hardened glaze.

Glenn paused before asking, "Why the name Lucille?"

"...Before the world went to shit, I had a wife, Lucille. She got cancer and died in the hospital once this all started. She turned into one of those things ..." Negan sighed deeply. "I couldn't kill her...I had someone else do it."

A gust of wind blew into the room as Glenn felt a rush of shock come over him at the parallels in their tragedies. Negan turned to see Glenn's widened eyes and agape mouth, frowning at this.

"What's with that face? You thought you were the only one to know the pain of losing a spouse? Or that someone like me could never understand?"

Glenn's eyes quickly narrowed and his expression turned severe. "I'm sorry. Your loss must have been so tragic. How could you possibly live on?" His tone was laced with mockery. "Should I just put you out of your misery then?"

Negan did not appreciate this, saying, "Killing me only proves my victory."

"I hardly consider your brains splattered across the wall winning," Glenn scoffed, his anger bubbling up inside him.

"For what it's worth...I'm sorry... I didn't know she was pregnant..." Negan moved a couple of steps closer to the other man.

"That doesn't matter for shit," Glenn's eyes were practically ablaze now.

"I know," Negan said, swinging Lucille down, Glenn on the defense with his nail bat.

It was like that for a while; Negan trying to land a hit on Glenn, while Glenn could only block. Glenn knew he had to switch his tactics because he wouldn't get anywhere if Negan was on offense.

Even with two bats, Glenn was still weaker than Negan. He quickly shrugged off his backpack, feeling as if it was hindering him.

"I expected more of a fight!" Negan laughed.

Glenn bit his lip, holding back his rage. He charged at Negan and swung from both sides. Negan cursed when Glenn managed to get a hit on his collarbone.

"Shit," Negan muttered, going back at Glenn with full force. Glenn's block was overpowered and he took a hit to his ribs.

He doubled over, clutching his ribcage. He managed to jump out of the way before Negan landed a blow to his skull, but still received a blow to his leg.

He fell back, breathing heavily whilst feeling blood trickle from the side of his mouth.

"I should have trained you as a soldier. You would have been perfect," Negan creepily smiled at the injured man.

"Screw you," Glenn kicked Negan's groin as hard as he could. Negan hunched over in agony, allowing Glenn to stand back up.

"Ya' know, I shouldn't have killed the redneck that night. It should have been you twitching on the ground!!" Negan lunged at Glenn, tackling him. They wrestled on the ground, each grasping for their weapons.

Negan had the upper hand finally, pinning Glenn down. He reached for Lucille, struggling to get a good grip on the bat due to the blood on his hand.

Glenn looked up desperately, thinking that he was trapped. He groaned at the weight of Negan on top of him; his pain deepening.

"I want to hear you beg," Negan said sadistically. "Just like you did when we first met."

"I'd rather accept my defeat," Glenn closed his eyes momentarily, before ramming his head against Negan's nose. He fell back, clutching it, staining his hand red with the heavy blood flow.

Negan glared daggers at the now standing man, thinking how good it would feel to bring Lucille down on his head.

Both men were bruised and covered in blood, but they wanted the other even more wounded. They stared each other down before battling again.

Negan twirled Lucille before he swung it with all his might at Glenn. Glenn, in turn, swung his metal bat with as much force at Negan.

Their bats collided loudly, but what happened next was something Glenn would not have predicted if he had not seen it with his own eyes.

Lucille splintered into several pieces of wood; the barbed wire flung across the room at the sheer force of the impact.

"NOOOO!" Negan cried out as Glenn stared in shock at what had just happened.

"YOU!" Negan grabbed the wreckage that was Lucille in his palms. "I WILL FEED EACH ONE OF YOUR PEOPLE TO WALKERS WHILE YOU'RE FORCED TO WATCH!" Negan stood up, shaking with anger. But a quick strike to his groin with the nail bat forced him to his knees. He continued howling and cursing as he bled out.

"YOU THOUGHT WHAT I DID WAS BAD?! WHAT'S NEXT WILL BE NOTHING COMPARED TO THAT! YOU HEAR ME, YOU DISGUSTING CHINK?!?! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! YOU MOTHERFUC-" Negan was never able to complete his sentence as the metal bat was shoved into his mouth, silencing him forever.

"I'm Korean," Glenn replied before suddenly ripping the bat from his throat, taking out pieces of his teeth, tongue, and skin. Negan gargled on his own blood, looking at the vengeful man that towered over him.

"I can't quite hear you, Negan. But that's alright. You choking on your own blood is a much better sound than your voice," Glenn smirked, twirling his nail bat.

"As we fought I thought about how you named your bat. I guess the metal one is named Maggie. And the wooden one is Herschel. Maybe even Beth," Glenn's eyes darkened. Negan only looked up helplessly and wordlessly.

"And if you thought this was bad, well, you should close your eyes for this next part," Glenn twirled 'Herschel' before slamming it down on Negan's face.

~

"Sherry?" a female voice whimpered.

"Amber?" Sherry left the armory, finding the girl standing right outside. She was covered in dirt, blood, and bruises.

"You look terrible. Come here, I'll clean you up," Sherry wrapped an arm around the young girl.

"I saw Dwight upstairs... He looked bad," Amber was deeply traumatized.

"Dwight! We have to go to him! Now!" Sherry tried leading Amber, but she wouldn't budge.

"Sherry...why were you in the armory?" Amber looked at her with no expression.

"I was guarding it..."

"Were you with the people who attacked this place?" Sherry did not answer this.

"You were, weren't you?"

"Amber, what I did... it was for a better life. For me, Dwight... you."

"Shut the hell up, Sherry," Amber's voice drastically changed, startling the woman. "You were always selfish. You did this for yourself."

"It's not like that at all! You saw what Negan did to us! What he did to you and Mark!" Sherry shot back.

"I had to see my mom die! I'm still covered in her blood! In my friends' blood!" Amber screamed, pulling out a Colt Python.

"Amber...don't... please.." Sherry put her hands up in defense.

"You and Dwight were always a bunch of traitors. Negan should have killed you both...." She laughed maniacally.

Sherry took Amber by surprise, tackling her and taking the gun from her.

"You could have come with us!" Sherry cried out while Amber kept laughing. She had officially lost her sanity. Sherry only looked down at her in pity before pressing the chamber to her temple, pulling the trigger down.

Sherry knew that Amber was beyond saving. She was now a threat, a loyalist to the end. She had no other choice, knowing this new group was out for blood. She probably did her a favor.

She still wept regardless.

~

Glenn could only stare at the unrecognizable body of Negan as the stench of blood filled the room. The last minutes of what happened replayed in his mind; the endless bashing and bludgeoning that painted the walls and windows red.

He felt his stomach lurch at the memories, tears welling up in his eyes. Not for Negan, no, he had enjoyed this. But for the road that led to this. For what he had been reduced to.

He did not regret this, he would gladly beat Negan again. However, as he stared at the mess around him he sobbed. He remained in a curled up position, crying until his throat was dry and he could cry no longer.

Something caught his attention. A figure. It moved towards the body and started dragging it towards the door.

It was him. But it wasn't. The Glenn in front of him had an evil gleam in his eye and a twisted smile on his face.

It continued dragging the body out along with the barbed wire that came off Lucille. Glenn followed the clone curiously, wondering if what he was seeing was real.

It dragged the body towards the front of the warehouse, breaking a window that would give everyone below a clear view.

Glenn blinked and saw the barbed wire in his own hand; the clone had disappeared. He realized that he had been the one who had dragged the body over here.

He needed to show everyone that this war was over; they had won. It would be futile to fight with their leader dead.

~

He displayed the eyeless body in front of the factory, hanging the wire around its neck. The only recognizable accessory was Negan's signature clothing.

From below, everyone looked up, gasping at the horror that was above them.

Sherry, who was escorting Dwight out of the building towards a truck, looked up and nearly let go of the man. Dwight grabbed onto her tightly, wanting to faint at the sight of this.

Rick met Glenn's eyes and an understanding passed between them. They had done it.

"Kill every last Savior! And make sure they're dead! If not," Glenn had both his bats crossed behind him, "I'll make sure they are!" He brought them to the front of his body, lowering his head villainously.

"Do not forget what they did to us! And we'll make it known to anyone what we did to them!" His bloody bats were still crossed as he continued.

Sadistic grins spread across from the Alexandrians to the Colonists to the Kingdom citizens to the Oceanside women. The fun was just beginning.

The remaining Saviors screamed and pleaded for their lives, but there was no mercy shown in any form.

People were shot, stabbed, burned, blown up, mauled, or even worse, bashed if Glenn saw so much as any Savior moving.

Rick, Carl, Michonne, Abraham, Rosita, Sasha, Aaron, Jesus, Tara, Ezekiel, Netanya, and even Gabriel and Morgan unleashed their inner darkness, ignoring their inner consciences. As did every other citizen present. Shiva even reentered the battle, feasting on The Saviors once again.

From within a truck, Sherry could only comfort Dwight as they watched in apathy at the destruction around them.

The fires mixed with the fresh snow, creating a beautiful glowing effect. Glenn stood at the forefront of the battle, watching what he helped create with satisfaction.

Snow fell onto him as he leaned on his bats with a smile on his face, humming an old sweet song in his heart.