EVERYTHING SEEMED TO HAPPEN IN SLOW MOTION.

Hershel's body collapsed next to Marcie, and all she could do was stare in shock and horror.

Even as bullets flew past her, all she could see was the blood. Hershel's blood, her parent's blood. 

Her blood.

At that moment, she was back in that room, back in Woodbury with her parents' corpses littered around her.

Michonne screamed out Marcie's name, trying to shake her from her trance, "Marcie, we need to go." She told her as she untied the girl's restraint.

"Go where?" She whispered, still not meeting Michonne's burning gaze, "There's no where else to go."

Michonne's response fell on deaf ears. The dark skinned woman tried to pull Marcie with her, but she stayed.

It was only a matter of time before the prison fell. Like the Governor said... they have a tank.

Michonne broke away and went to hide amongst the cars. She couldn't force Marcie to go with her, not in that mental state.

Marcie eventually snapped out of it when a man approached her, aiming his gun at her head. 

She knew she needed to fight. She needed to survive. For her parents, for Daryl. For her family.

Marcella quickly lunged at the man, dodging the bullet he attempted to shoot at her. She was able to tackle him into the grass and wrestled the gun from his hands.

"Motherfucker." Marcie growled, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into his skull.

Vivian exited C Block as she heard the guns go off. She watched in horror as the tank drove through the fences.

It was over. There was no way to salvage the prison. They needed to leave... quickly.

She ducked as the tank shot at the prison, blowing the windows out. She moved out of the way of the falling glass and looked around for the bus.

"Mommy!" She turned and spotted Liam standing in the courtyard next to Judith's car seat, covering his ears.

A few feet away was Mika and Lizzie, who were shooting at a few of the Governor's men.

Vivian quickly ran over and picked the two young children up, "Lizzie! Mika!" The two sisters turned towards the woman, "Let's go!"

She held Judith on her hip while Mika held Liam's hand and Lizzie carried the diaper bag.

They paused when she saw a few of the Governor's group shooting at Tyreese. Vivian tried her best to hold Judith still while aiming her gun at the man and woman.

Once they dropped to the cement, Tyreese stood, "We need to get out of here."

"What about the bus?"

"It's gone."

The man lifted Liam into his arms and together, the six of them ran away from the fight. Vivian paused outside the fences, turning to see if she could find anyone else in their group.

"Rick!" She called out, her voice cracking, "Carl!"

But all she could see was the dead, wandering inside the fences.

"Viv." Tyreese turned back to the brunette woman, "We need to go." He insisted.

She stared up at him for a moment before glancing around at the kids before nodding, "Let's go." She said with a heavy heart.

Marcie was running after the tank, shooting the Governor's men who were hiding behind the army vehicle. To her right, she spotted Rick and the Governor in a fist fight.

She aimed her gun at the Governor's back and pulled the trigger, cursing as a sound signalled that she was out of bullets. She threw the gun off to the side before running towards them,

Marcie tackled the Governor off of Rick, pushing him into the tall grass. She straddled his waist as she delivered blow after blow, not even stopping as her knuckles bled profusely.

The Governor grabbed her ponytail and pulled her off of him. He then got on top of her, but before he could lay a hand on her, Rick had gotten to him.

Marcie was quick to scramble to her feet. She spotted Michonne's katana in the grass and she was quick to grab it.

The Governor was on top of Rick at this point, choking him. And she knew it was the right moment.

She shoved the blade through the Governor's back, all the way through to his chest.

He froze, letting out a cry of pain.

"That was for my parents... and for Andrea." Marcie hissed in his ear, pulling the sword from his torso.

The Governor collapsed into the grass, blood leaking from his wound and his mouth. Marcie smiled and dropped the sword,

Then she fell to her knees.

Walkers were closing in, but she didn't care anymore.

It was over.

Rick was off to the side, trying to catch his breath. He stumbled to his feet and walked over to Marcie. Rick got down onto his knees in front of her and he cupped her face, "We gotta get out of here, okay? You will die if you stay out here."

"It's over." Marcie whispered, the smile not leaving her face as tears filled her eyes, "I won." 

"Marcie... please..."

"Go find Carl." She replied, pushing Rick away, "Go find your family, Rick." 

He hesitated, searching her eyes to see if she was serious. Marcie pushed on his chest again, "Go!"

Rick got onto his feet, stumbling towards what was left of the prison. Marcie looked back over at the Governor, who was writhing on the ground, putting pressure on his wound as blood leaked from his lips.

Marcie reached over and grabbed his pistol that was in the grass, "Would you look at that." She smirked, getting back to her feet and standing over him, "I kept my promise."

He reached towards her and she kicked his hand away, "Rot in hell, you bastard."

A walker came close and Marcie was prepared to fight, raising the gun. But the rotting corpse fell to its knees next to the Governor and tore into his torso, causing the man to cry out.

Marcie gave him one last look before walking away from the prison, towards the forest.

There was nothing left for her at the prison. Nothing but death and destruction. 

Once she made it far enough away, to the point where all she could see in the distance was smoke, Marcie let out a hysterical laugh.

There seems to be some sort of pattern. She always ends up alone.

No Michonne or Andrea. No Rick. 

No Daryl.

It was some cruel joke. A joke that the world keeps playing on her. Or God, if there is one. 

Why her? Why was it always her?

Her laughs turned into sobs. Marcie covered her face with her hands, hoping it was some vile nightmare.

She wanted to wake up in Daryl's arms, in their cell. She wanted to be with her family.

But it wasn't some dream. This was her reality. The world wanted her to be alone.

Marcie curled up against a tree, her knees against her chest. Her heart hurt.

What if no one else got out? 

What if she was truly alone again?