We All Fall Down - 111

Brooks' POV

They knew we were coming. I don't know how... But, they knew. My people. Those people. I don't know. The people of Alexandria, whoever they are to me anymore doesn't matter. I'm supposed to save their lives, that's Rick's plan. The plan is in motion. The saviours will be dead as soon as they start firing, as soon as Sasha comes limping out of that coffin.

Our trucks, our cars, they're surrounding the road leading up to the main gate which is wide open. I see Rosita, Gabriel, Beth, Tara, all fully loaded. Then I see Carol holding a machine gun stood by the sides of Sophia and Carl. Up above the wall on the platforms are Rick, Daryl, dad, Michonne, Rhea, and a couple of other strong fighters like Maggie and Abraham.

Eugene's talking about something, to Rick, to Alexandria, through a megaphone. He's stood beside the coffin that Sasha is in, the coffin he knows that Sasha is dead in. I know that Sasha's dead in it. For most of the drive I tried to pretend that she would change her mind, but as evil as it sounds, the only way this plan works is if she comes out of there a walker. Yes, me and Sasha have had many arguments and disagreements over the years I've known her, but that doesn't mean I want her dead. Making that pill for Sasha was right up there with shooting Will in the head.

But, sometimes, shit just has to happen.

I should probably listen to what Eugene is saying to Rick, but god, Carl won't stop looking at me. Does he know my secret? No. He can't know. He hasn't seen me since the trial, and I didn't know then. How would he know? Nobody knows. If he doesn't know why won't he stop staring at me? God, he's so stupidly annoying... Him, my dad, Daryl, Sophia, Rick and Michonne, they're why I'm doing this. They're why I'm not backing out.

Those six people are the only reasons I'm not allowing every single person in Alexandria to suffer and fall to their knees. Those six people are the only reasons I'm not an actual saviour through and through. Those six people are the only reasons I haven't let the world burn.

Carl bullied me. Dad watched me get abused. Daryl blamed me for Lori and T-dog's deaths. Sophia didn't speak to me after she found out about Lizzie and Mika. Rick is the one who pushed me into becoming a spy at fourteen. Michonne voted for my death.

Yet, I'd kill anyone for them. Loyalty is a bitch like that.

"It's no use, Eugene." Was that Rick's voice? Man, I really should start paying attention. "We won't back down. We can't. There's too much at stake. We won't live as prisoners!"

"Rick, stop!" Why am I yelling? Goddamnit, I always do this to myself. Great, now everyone's silent and listening to me. "You won't win this! Just put the guns down! Nobody has to die today!" Rick, if you or anyone else puts their goddamn guns down then I swear to fucking god I'll kill you all myself, don't fuck this up, please, please, please.

"We can't do that, Bambi." That stupid nickname that tears at my heartstrings every time. My dad's called me that ever since I was little, it used to get on my nerves, but for some reason my black heart is feeling a little bit better. Dad won't let anything happen to me, he'll fix everything after all this is over. Hell, maybe he'll even run away with me, I'd like that. I've already had to miss so much time with him. He can bring Carol and Sophia, too, maybe him and Carol can get back together, because I've never seen him so happy other than when he's with her. I hope she sees sense and takes him back, they're so good for each other. Maybe Carol doesn't hate me right now, either, I haven't seen her in ages.

"You're right though." Daryl spoke up, stealing my attention. "Nobody has to die, why don't we all sort this out like civilised men and women." I hope Daryl runs away with me too. He's always made me feel safe, even when my dad hasn't. Uncle Daryl's always been on my side, and the way he's looking at me... I think he still loves me. I want to survive this, even if it's just so I can tell him how proud I am of how far he's come. I don't know if you, reader, remember the start of the breakout, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember how he was Will's little soldier, how he used to do nearly anything he was told, but now he'd tell God to kiss his ass if he had the chance.

Negan sighed, walked over, and stood beside me. I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulders as he stared up at Rick, when I looked up at him, I saw the taunting and smug grin that his lips held. "You ever hear the one about the stupid little prick named Rick, who thought he knew shit, but didn't know shit? And, got everyone that he gave a shit about killed?" Negan rhymed, the sense of humour in his voice masked his anger. I know how Negan feels about me, how he cares about me, when he found out about the vote for my death I've never seen anger in a man like that. He hid it in front of me, but when we got back to the sanctuary, I caught him punching holes in walls. Pointing at Rick, Negan continued. "It's about you. Y'all are gonna wanna put your guns down now."

Rick, being Rick, instantly responded with rebellion. "No one drops anythin'."

Negan let out a heavy breath, shaking his head, and holding me tighter. I saw the way Carl's fist clenched, how angry he looked. I also saw how worried Sophia looked at Negan's grip. I want to smile at her, show her I'm okay, that everything will be okay soon, but I can't, not yet. It won't be long though, as soon as Negan's monologue is done and Sasha is revealed, the shooting will start. "You push me, and you push me, and you push me, Rick! I mean, I heard about what you did. How you and your people voted to get Brooks killed? You people are animals! But, luckily, she got away! The Universe gives you a sign and you shove your finger right up its ass!"

"Let's get this done with." I whisper to Negan, because I want this to hurry up. I can't bare standing here and seeing Sophia worry anymore. I can't bare the look in my dad's eyes, the look in Daryl's eyes. I need this to be over and done with. Michonne was a hard one to read. Her eyes... They're staring at me... But, there's nothing there. She seems dead behind them.

Negan chuckles at me, and nods in agreement, heading over to the coffin and standing beside it with his hand on the handle. "I've got a dealio for you, Rick, you prick!" Negan called up. "Sasha's in here, alive and well, and if you all drop your guns?... You can have her back. If not? Well, I'm afraid she won't be missing your buddies for much longer. What were their names again?"

"Glenn and Cam!" Maggie answered before anyone else, venom leaking from her tone.

"We want proof!" Rick yelled, before anything else can be said. "I wanna see Sasha with my own two eyes!" Rick nodded to Abraham, who is standing up on the ledge with him, looking horribly worried. Suddenly, the letter I have for him from Sasha in my pocket feels extremely heavy, my heart sinks down to my stomach. I've known Sasha for most of the apocalypse, and her walker is about to stumble out onto the truck bed. That's my fault.

Negan grins at me, and all of a sudden I'm realising this is the last time he'll ever be able to look at me the same. I'm covered head to toe in dried walker blood, but he sees right past that, and he smiles at the broken child inside of me. Little me who never got smiled at, never got a kind word, or an innocent hug. Slowly he was curing my broken soul... But, all of that's about to go away. I don't want Negan to die... But, I owe it to Cam to ensure that he faces punishment for what he did.

The coffin opens, and Negan stumbles back. "Son of a gun!" He yells, trying to hold the walker which is Sasha at bay. Instead, he ends up falling off of the truck bed and onto the concrete. I know for a fact I'm the first one everyone is going to be aiming for, so straight away I jump off the truck to hide beneath it.

"No!" I hear Abraham scream, and that's when the firing begins. I was right, bullets caught my hair, and grazed my skin, but I got to cover quick enough. Within seconds Saviours were falling dead. Cole. Charlie. Simon. Dwight. Pedro. I saw them all on the floor. The Saviours couldn't tell that it was their own guns killing them, not the bullets that Alexandria was firing. Arat, Spencer, and names, reader, that I've never told you before. Kian taught me sword manoeuvres, Steve helped me lockpick, Harry listened to me rant for hours about how I was treated. Dead. Dead. Dead. They all fell dead around me.

Ring around the rosie,
a pocket full of posies,
ashes ashes;
We all fall down.

It's loud. So loud. Not that I've ever been to a fireworks display, but I imagine this is what it's like to have a million fireworks going off around you. The people of Alexandria are still firing, because they haven't caught on either. Charlie's corpse has his eyes open, he's staring at me, blood's dripping from his mouth. He's staring into my soul, like he knows I did this... Because, I did do this. I killed him and every other saviour, and I don't even care as much as I should.

Of course this sucks, all of the people who have been nothing but kind and generous to me are dead... But, so is Cam. I don't know if it's loyalty. I don't know if it's missed placed anger. I don't know if I'm doing to the saviours what I wish I could do to the people of Alexandria... But, it's done. I want to say it's in memory of Cam, and the baby he'll never get to raise, but I don't even know.

What I do know?
Is that I'm finally the villain.

For years, and years, I've tried to deny it. I've blamed everyone else around me. And, yes, they pushed me to become this way. It started with Marliya abandoning me, and it's still never really ended because I know Abraham, Rosita, Maggie, Gabriel and probably many others are aiming for me... But, they can't have me. This villain isn't dying at the end of the hero's story. This villain is going to get her happy ending. She'll run away with people who care the bare minimum about her, and raise her family.

I can hear Negan screaming, it sounds like he's been doing it for a while. I must've just not been able to hear him over the sounds of all the shooting. I turn to my left to look for him, and he's not too far from Sasha's dead-dead body. Eugene isn't too far from him, he's looking around, scared and confused. He hasn't been shot at in a while, see.

Its gone silent. Well, other than the screams of Negan for his dead son, and Abraham for the dead love of his life. If all of the Saviours apart from Negan, myself and Eugene are dead... That means, I've killed...

300 people.
800 walkers.

"What- what the hell happened?" Negan stuttered, tears swimming in his eyes and trickling down his face as he stares at Charlie.

"Cameron Dean Blake." I stated, barely catching his attention, so this time, I yelled it. "Cameron Dean Blake!"

Negan's jaw drops, and now he's just staring at me in shock and betrayal. I'm barely noticing Eugene crawling out from under the truck, assumedly running towards Alexandria with his hands up like a coward. "How could you?" Negan whispers, his voice hoarse from grief and betrayal. 

"Because I'm the villain."

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