MARCIE WASN'T EXPECTING TO BE GREETED WITH A BLOOD BATH.

She watched in horror as Rick turned to Pete, his gun raised, and he pulled the trigger without any hesitation. Jessie let out a small scream of horror as the bullet was lodged into her husband's head.

"Rick?"

Not exactly the first impression they wanted to give Morgan.

She knew Pete deserved it, Marcie knew Rick wouldn't kill without a reason. But it was so public... she was just glad the kids weren't around.

The Monroe family went back into mourning, but this time over the loss of their head of family. Even after everyone had left the scene, Deanna stayed next to her husband. Marcie went to relieve Spencer from his guard duty, not telling him the extent of what happened. He asked about the gunshot, but Marcie just told him to go, that his mother needed him.

Abe went to go bury Reg's body, while Daryl and Rick went to help Morgan get settled in.

Marcie wasn't sure what was going to happen next. 

Once she was relieved from guard duty, Marcie took the long way home. She stopped by the field where they were keeping Buttons. Tobin and a few others began building a stable for him, and hopefully future horses. Deanna had recognised that fuel sources were depleting, and soon they would need other sources of transportation. 

"Hi, boy." Marcie whispered, grabbing an apple from a bucket and feeding Buttons while stroking his nose, "It's been a few days, hasn't it? A lot's happened since I left, huh?" The horse made a huffing noise as he searched for more food in her hand, "We'll go out for a ride soon, I promise."

Debbie was sitting on the roof outside Carl's bedroom window, just staring into the darkness. After the gun shot, after the screams, Rick had shown back up covered in blood, with Daryl and a stranger behind him.

They sat in the kitchen and told the kids to go to bed after they repeatedly asked what happened. But they weren't given any answers.

Vivian and Finn didn't return right away, and Debbie didn't want to walk home alone in the dark. She knew she would be fine, but didn't mean she wasn't scared.

Carl climbed out onto the roof next to her, "My dad killed Pete."

"That was what the gunshot was?" Debbie asked, playing with the fraying edges of her t-shirt.

He nodded, "He wasn't a good guy. He killed Reg, too, I heard my dad talking about it."

"Oh." Debbie's heart hurt for the Monroe and Anderson family. Her dad wasn't a good man either, but she still cared for him and it upset her after he got torn apart at the beginning, "Have... have you ever had to kill someone before?"

Carl hesitated, thinking about her wording before responded, "I killed someone when I didn't have to, and it changed me. I regretted it. But I've killed to protect my family, and I'll never regret that."

Debbie hummed and moved her gaze to her dirty shoes, which were becoming too small on her, "I don't think I could ever do it."

"Let's hope you're never in the position to have to."

Vivian stood in the bedroom, holding a sleeping Liam in her arms, watching the two teenagers. She also prayed that Debbie would never be in the position to kill someone. She was her little, innocent Debbie, the girl who would tuck their father in wherever he landed for the night after a binge. The girl who would make them coffee in the morning, and the only one to ever willingly help Vivian with chores.

"Hey." Vivian whispered after a moment, causing both the kids to turn and face her, "Let's go home."

The both climbed through the window and Vivian gave Carl's hat a small flick before wishing him a goodnight. She avoided Rick's gaze as they made it to the front door, Debbie opening it for Vivian since her arms were full.

Once out on the sidewalk, Debbie looked back up at Carl's window, seeing the boy standing there, watching them. She gave him one last wave before following Vivian down the street,

"What happened tonight?" Debbie asked, 

Vivian sighed, thinking about how to answer, "Too much." She glanced down at her sister, "Ron and his family might need some space for a few days."

"Who's that man that Marcie and Daryl brought in?" 

"Rick and Marcie knew him from Georgia. He's came all the way up here to find them." Vivian tried the best to explain, but she didn't know Morgan that well, "Listen, I want you to learn how to fight. A little self defence is all."

Debbie stared up at Vivian, "But Finn didn't want me to learn that stuff. He wanted me to stay behind the walls."

"I need to know that you can protect yourself, Debs. Finn and I... we're not always gonna be around." Vivian sighed as they reached their porch, "Rotters got in tonight. And had you been out, they could've gotten to you. You should always run, but if you can't, I want you to be strong."

She had understood why Finn didn't want Debbie to learn how to fight. Emmett and Isaac knew how to fight, and they went outside the walls never to be seen again. If Debbie was weak and scared, she'd stay inside and stay safe.

No one really knew how to act the next few days. Rick didn't want Daryl and Marcie to look for people anymore. Marcie wasn't sure how to feel about that, knowing that people were the biggest resources these days. Especially now, when they needed more people who were trained in the medical field, or those who could help protect their walls.

Marcie and Rick met up with Morgan in his new home, one of the small town homes that had yet to be finished, and gave him a tour of Alexandria, "Who put up the wall?" 

"They did." Rick explained as they walked the quiet streets, "There was a man, Reg. He drew up plans, made it happen early on."

"A lot of people in here." Marcie sighed, "They've been inside from the start. They had food, energy, not a whole lot of walkers. They just lived. They haven't had to survive. They figured that out, brought us in."

"Still might be too late." Rick commented and Marcie turned her head to stare at her leader,

"Too late how?" Morgan asked him to explain,

"For them to come around. We'll see." Rick came to a stop, and the other two followed, "You'll have to talk to Deanna. She's the woman in charge. She was married to Reg."

"Was?"

Marcie and Rick shared a look, as of last night, they were married, "Yeah." 

Rick's attention was moved, catching the priest behind the trees, where the community buried their dead, with a shovel. Morgan and Marcie followed him, and they stood off to the side, watching Tobin and Gabriel digging two graves,

"What are you doing?" Rick questioned him,

Gabriel stared at him, fear in his eyes, "We're... I wanted to help."

"We only need one." The constable stated,

"We have two men here." Tobin reasoned, 

"We're not gonna bury killers inside these walls." Rick argued, 

Tobin paused his digging, "I understand how you feel. I do. But it's not your decision."

Marcie understood Rick's reasoning, but deep down, she thought maybe Pete should get buried here. It was a place for his family to get closure, and Jessie and her kids deserved that, even if Pete didn't.

Deanna stepped up behind them, dressed in all black. She had dark circles under her eyes, and her skin looked paler than usual. Marcie wasn't expecting to see her so soon after Reg's death, "Tobin. Rick's right. Take it away." She motioned to Pete's body, "Go west. Down Branton Road a few miles. Just past the bridge. We don't go out that way. Let the trees have him."

With that, Morgan and Rick decided they would be the ones to dispose of Pete's body. They pushed the tarp-wrapped corpse into the trunk of a sedan and Marcie leaned against the car, waiting to get in with them,

"I shot him because he killed Reg." Rick explained to Morgan, "That was it. We didn't have a choice."

"You do have a cell." Morgan added, 

"Not for killers." 

"I'm a killer, Rick." The dark skinned man commented and Marcie looked over at him, "I am, and you are, too." Morgan made eye contact with her, "We all are."

But the difference was, they didn't kill the innocent. Not like Pete did. Not like the Governor, or Shane, or the people of Terminus.

The trio got into the car and left the wall of Alexandria. Marcie knew she should've mentioned it to Daryl, but there wasn't much time.

They stayed silent as Rick drove, mulling over what Morgan had said. Even if they did put Pete in a cell, what good would it have done? He wouldn't contribute to the camp, just wasting resources. They could've banished him, but would've it been more cruel pushing him towards a more torturous death than the one he got?

Once over the bridge, Rick put the car in park before turning off the engine. Morgan began to walk through a game trail through the trees, searching for a spot to dig,

"Morgan." Rick caught up to him, "Maybe we just leave him here." He suggested,

The older man gave him a sad smile, "That's not who you are. I know." He stated before continuing his trek.

Marcie stayed back, letting the men speak as Rick went up to him again, "Hey. You don't."

They came across a small clearing with a few downed trees, and Morgan began to dig. Marcie stepped forward and grabbed the other shovel before helping him, and he gave her an appreciative nod.

Rick called out their names, and Marcie paused. She could hear something in the distance, but wasn't sure exactly what it was.

"You hear that?" Rick asked her,

Morgan stopped his digging and they all listened before trying to find the source of the sound. It wasn't long before they came across a large canyon, it was a gravel pit of sorts, and in the pit were thousands of rotters, wandering aimlessly.

"Holy shit." Marcie whispered,

She hadn't seen that many walkers at once, not in Atlanta, not at the farm. Not ever.

They could hear snarling coming from behind them, and the trio turned to see a familiar face trying to escape a few rotters. They hid off to the side, waiting for Ron to clear the trees. Rick tackled him to the side before he could fall off the cliff, letting a few walkers join the countless others at the bottom,

Marcie was quick to raise her butterfly knife, taking out a slower walker while Morgan went after the last one,

Once they were in the clear, they turned back to the canyon below, trying to figure out how the walkers were contained. Marcie's eyes followed the road that led to the top, where it was blocked off by two eighteen-wheelers, and there were more down below them. Someone had blocked all the exits.

But how long would it last?

"What are you doing out here, Ron?" Rick asked the teenager as the stood next to them,

"I wanted to know where my dad was buried."

"This is how." Rick stated and they all turned to look at him,

"How what?"

"How the community's still here." He answered, "They've had walkers at their walls, but a lot of them, maybe most of them, they wound up here."

Ron began to walk away and Marcie turned to catch up with him, "Ron. Hey, Ron, where are you going?" She reached for him and he pulled away,

"I'm going back."

"Hey." Rick began jogging after them,

"I'm fine."

"You shouldn't be out here." Marcie argued,

If he's anything like the others, he didn't know how to protect himself. He could've gotten killed, and it would've been another family member for Jessie to mourn.

"I don't care what you think." Ron snapped at her,

"It's not what I think, it's what I know." Marcie grabbed him and pinned him back against a tree, "You can't protect yourself, we all just saw it. We can show you how, but right now you have no idea what you're doing. And if you come out here, you're gonna die. And it won't be quick and it won't ever be over 'cause you'll be one of them." She was trying to scare him into not going outside the walls again, "That's what's gonna happen. Because it's what always happens."

Rick came up beside her, "You're coming back with us now. Don't make it hard."