MARCIE STARED DOWN AT HER GUNS THAT WERE ON THE GROUND.

Rosita and Daryl were next to her.

Denise's body was behind her.

Eugene was in front of her, on his knees in front of the Saviours, one of them holding Daryl's missing crossbow.

"You got something to say to me?" The blonde man asked, half his face covered in a burn wound, his eyes boring into Daryl's. "You gonna clear the air? Step up on that high horse?" The man smirked, "No. You don't talk much."

The blonde man nodded to his crew and three meant stepped forward, patting them down and taking their knives, bags, and extra guns off them,

The man motioned to the crossbow, "Still getting the hang of her. Kicks like a bitch, but-"

"I should've done it." Daryl interrupted him,

"Oh, what's that? Seriously, I didn't catch what you said."

"I should've killed ya." The archer stated,

"Yeah, you probably should've." The man agreed,

Marcie pieced the puzzle together pretty easily. Daryl's motorcycle and crossbow that went missing after the quarry, how it ended up in the Saviours hands, she figured it out.

Daryl ran into this guy, and he let him go.

And now it's come to bite him in the ass.

It's weird, the amount of times the group has shown mercy, tried to be the good guys, and it's come back to haunt them.

The Governor, Terminus.

And now, Dwight. 

"So, here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll just have to take my word for this, but... she wasn't even the one I was aiming for." Marcie's eyes narrowed at the man, and she wished she could have her gun in her hands, 

She didn't know what hurt more. The fact that she could've lost Daryl just now, or loosing Denise.

"Like I said, kicks like a bitch." He smirked, "It's nothing personal. Look, this isn't how we like to start new business arrangements, but, well, you pricks kind of set the tone, didn't you?"

"What do you want?" Marcie called out,

"I'm sorry, darlin', I didn't catch your name. I'm D, or Dwight. You can call me either." He introduced himself,

"How bout dickhead?" She cocked her head to the side,

Dwight smiled, "You've got a mouth on ya, darlin'. So? What's your name?"

"Marcie." She answered, "What do you want?"

"Well, Marcie... it's not what I want. It's what you and Daryl and your other friend are going to do. You're going to let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're going to let us take whatever and whoever we want... or we blow Eugene's brains out." 

Fat chance Marcie was gonna let that happen.

"And then yours." He nodded at Rosita, "And then yours." He nodded at Marcie, "And then his." then used the crossbow to aim at Daryl,

"I hope it doesn't come to that, really." Dwight continued, "Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know... maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me."

"You wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels." Eugene spoke up and Marcie's eyes widened, "He's a first-class a-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three."

Dwight's eyes and theirs all glanced over to the pile of barrels that were off to the side, 

"Go check it out." Dwight ordered, taking his gun out from its' holster,

Two of the Saviours began to approach the barrels and Marcie could hear her heart beating in her chest. Why would Eugene give up one of their own? Or maybe there was no one there?

What was the plan?

Eugene leaned over and bit Dwight on the dick, and if they weren't in a life threatening situation,  Marcie would laugh and maybe high five him.

Shots went off and bullets killed the two Saviours by the barrels.

The remaining Saviours fired randomly into the woods, where the shots came from. Daryl took the chance to jump forward, using his knife to slice the throats of one of the men before taking his gun and shooting at the others.

Marcie lunged forward and grabbed her own gun, following Rosita to the cars to use as cover. Daryl joined her quickly, "You good?"

"Fine." She answered before firing a shot into the trees towards the other Saviours.

Walkers began to wander closer due to the noise, and now they had two enemies to look out for,

"Fall back! Fall back!" Dwight called out when Eugene finally let go of his crotch,

Marcie stepped out from the car and aimed at Dwight, only to see him aiming back at her. He fired first and the bullet grazed her leg. She pulled the trigger a couple of times before hiding behind the car, holding her injured thigh.

Daryl jumped over the car, heading after the Saviours. 

Marcie had seen that look on his face before.

He wanted revenge.

As the Saviours ran, Rosita and Abraham went to Eugene, who was bleeding from the abdomen. Marcie got to her feet and began heading towards them, her eyes falling to her partner who she could tell wanted to go after the Saviours,

"Daryl, stop!"

He paused, turning back to them and grabbing his crossbow. The archer ran over, and Abraham told them to lift.

Marcie's eyes went over to Denise's body and felt guilty. They had no choice but to leave her behind. They had to get Eugene back, and he couldn't walk. It was gonna take all four of them to get him back to Alexandria.

Once they reached the reached the walls, Sasha had opened the gates for the two vehicles, quickly noticing the group that left was not the same group that came back.

"Where's Debbie?" Marcie grunted, sliding out of the vehicle and pressing her hand to the wound on her thigh, "We need Debbie."

The young girl was the only one who had any medical experience, having been taught a few things from Denise.

"But what about-"

"Do you see her in the car?!" Marcie snapped as Sasha as the sedan pulled towards the medical building, "She's dead!" Sasha stared at her with wide eyes, "Now where's Debbie?!"

"Her house with Vivian and the others." Sasha answered.

Marcie nodded and limped her way towards the Davis household, where the younger kids were playing in the front yard, while the two teenagers were sitting on the porch swing looking at a comic book.

"Debbie!"

Vivian stood up from the porch steps, "What's going on?"

Debbie stood from the swing and moved over to the railing, staring at Marcie in confusion, "Did..." Marcie gulped, the name solidifying in her throat, "Did Denise teach you about bullets wounds? And how to stitch them?"

"A-a little... why?"

"We need you down at the infirmary. Now." Debbie nodded and rushed inside to grab her med kit,

"You're bleeding." Vivian approached the younger woman, "What happened?"

Marcie stepped closer to Vivian so Carl wouldn't overhear them, "The Saviours attacked us. Denise is dead and Eugene needs medical attention."

Vivian raised a hand to her mouth in horror, "Oh, god."

Debbie ran outside and over to them, "Ready."

"If you see Rick, send him over." Marcie told Vivian and she nodded before the two girls headed towards the infirmary, 

"What happened? Where's Denise?" Debbie questioned, her anxiety worsening with each step they took,

"Look, Debbie," Marcie refused to look down at her, trying not to break down, "In this world, you lose people. A lot. And sometimes, you don't have time to grieve. You need to keep moving, keep surviving, and then grieve. And right now, we don't have time to grieve."

"She's... she's dead, isn't she?"

Marcie nodded and glanced down at Debbie's quivering bottom lip, "You're the only one with medical experience now."

"But I'm just a kid."

"No. Not anymore."

They arrived at the infirmary, where Rosita was still applying pressure to Eugene's wound. Daryl made Marcie sit down on the other bed, watching the young girl as she did her best with the limited training she had.

"I... I think it just grazed him." Debbie stated nervously, "I-I think he would've bled out by now if it had hit any organs. So I just need to... stitch him up, basically and if we had any antibiotics, which we don't-"

"We do." Rosita stated, motioning to their bags, "Denise... she brought us to a place and we found a bunch of pills. We just don't know which ones-"

"I'll know." Debbie nodded, "Denise taught me."

While the young redhead stitched the bullet wounds, Rosita was going through the bottles, letting Debbie sort them verbally.

Marcie sat there, staring at Daryl. He was staring out the window, and while he was physically silent, she knew his brain was running overtime.

She reached out towards him, and the movement broke him out of his daze. Tears filled Marcie's eyes and Daryl took a step towards her, taking her hands. She pulled him to her and he wrapped his arms around her small frame,

Her tears stained his shirt, but neither of them cared in that moment.

"Rick's coming." Vivian walked through the door, Abraham behind her, "How is he?"

"Bullet just grazed him, but it's a good thing you got him back when you did." Debbie sounded more confident as she finished bandaging him up,

"The antibiotics we picked up could save him from an infection." Rosita stated, "Could save his life. That's what Denise did."

A cough drew everyone's attention to the bed, and the couple separated, "You here?" Abraham asked,

"Present." Eugene groaned, opening his eyes,

"Good."

"I was not trying to kill you." The injured man informed Abraham, who approached the bed as Debbie backed away to wash her hands,"I was looking for a moment."

"You found it."

"Do you apologize for questioning my skills?" Eugene asked him,

"I apologize for questioning your skills." Abraham repeated, leaning over the bed, "You know how to bite a dick, Eugene. I mean that with the utmost of respect."

"What?" Vivian asked, approaching her sister and wrapping an arm around her shoulders,

"Welcome to stage two." Abraham told his friend,

"Don't need to welcome me. I've been here a while."

"I don't understand." Debbie whispered to her older sister,

While Marcie was getting stitched up, Daryl and Rosita headed back out to get Denise's body. Marcie wanted to join, but Daryl refused, and this time she listened.

They brought her back, and the archer spent the rest of the day digging her grave.