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~Hey guys! This is Chapter 6 of ‘Save Me’. Molly is finally going to come face to face with Negan as she attacks the Sanctuary on her own. This is the start of their story. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 7 is out on Sunday ❤️ ~

I felt it. This would be the day that I kill Negan. That I kill the Saviours. We would finally have the upper hand on them for once and show them what it feels like to lose what you love. The thoughts that raced through my mind were of Tara, I had to do this for her, for Denise.

It was early morning by the time the Saviours came.

Rick and everyone had left while Rosita and I stayed at Hilltop feigning that we wanted to help Dr Carson with finding more medical supplies for Maggie.

Jesus called from the lookout window at the top of the house, 'they're here!'.

Rosita and I snuck down and used the trapdoor by the fence which was hidden by a pile of logs and only Jesus knew about this.

Once we had climbed down and through the tunnel, we reached the outer walls of Hilltop.

From there, we could see three large white trucks approaching which looked as though they carried a couple men in each.

When the saviours had climbed out of their trucks and the gates were opened, people immediately started bringing out crates upon crates of food and weaponry.

I scowled at this with how much they were taking.

Hilltop was running low anyway and they took much more than the agreed half.

When the men were far enough away from the trucks, Rosita and I sprinted towards them.

As soon as we reached them, thinking they would be empty we jumped in and hid behind some boxes already in there.

Little did we know that we had company.

Rosita and I, hiding in the same truck, were crouched down with our guns out looking at each other.

Someone was there.

It must have been a Saviour, as we didn't recognise the voice, he had climbed in and was checking the boxes, leaving the ones at the back for last.

With every inch closer, my breathing became more and more rapid.

Rosita started to raise her gun in between the gap of two boxes, to try and get a clean shot.

I shook my head at her, then tapped my knife.

We had to be quiet about this, otherwise a gunshot would certainly bring all the Saviours to us and we would be royally fucked.

Looking through the gap, the man had set down his gun and was now rifling through the boxes a row in front of us.

This was it.

Rosita held out her hand to me, telling me to wait, then nodded.

She lept up and put the guy into a headlock, 'what the fu-' he tried to yell before she covered his mouth.

He was a small man, so we could take him but he struggled like hell.

I took one of the bottles of whisky and smashed it over his head, he was instantly knocked out.

I then slit his throat before dragging him to the back of the truck to hide the body.

Rosita covered the blood with boxes and made it look like the whisky had spilt by cutting open the box.

We didn't know how long the journey would be to their base but once we heard them roll down the doors.

No going back now.

It felt like hours had gone by, we must be close, there was no way that they could have tabs on our communities if they were any further out than this.

We stayed silent for a little longer before we crept forward and slightly opened the roll down door.

We couldn't see much or make out where we were, but all we saw was old shops, a statue of a saint and bins everywhere strewn across the street.

While I scanned the area, Rosita took out a bottle of maple syrup from one of the boxes and emptied it onto the road.

She wanted to make a trail so we could follow it back there if we needed.

It was smart, too smart.

I thought to myself, they need her, more than they need me right now.

She knows everything about everything.

Only one of us should die for this.

Rosita said, 'okay this is it, come on, they're going slow enough so we won't hurt ourselves too bad if we jump. We can't go right up to the gates, so its now or never'.

I took a minute before saying 'okay you first, show me how its done'.

Rosita prepared herself for the jump, she threw her bag out first, making it land out of their sight.

She said softly, 'okay, once you're out, roll out of sight, got it?'.

'Got it' I nodded as I readied myself.

She jumped with no hesitation and rolled behind a bin near her bag.

When she looked up, she looked at me as I waved goodbye.

'It's not your time!' I mouthed.

She hit the bin next to her, mouthing to herself 'son of a bitch'.

The trail of maple syrup had ended where she jumped out, she could go back to Hilltop but I couldn't let her find her way to the Saviour's den.

A little time passed before the trucked slowed right down.

We must be close, I thought.

Peering through the shutters as the roll down door lifted itself up, not being properly shut.

I saw darkness itself.

Wire fencing surrounded this abandoned factory looking building.

Everything was grey and death encircled it.

Tied to the fencing were walkers, chained like animals. I guessed to ward off both other walkers and people.

We stopped abruptly at a gate.

As the gate opened, the truck pulled forward slightly before about a dozen men surrounded the door.

I made sure my gun was loaded and picked up an assault rifle from one of the boxes for extra firepower.

At least I could take out some Saviours before I met my end.

'Okay boys lets get this haul unloaded and inside' a low voiced Saviour said.

I looked up from behind the boxes.

'I wanna get back in there and unload a little myself' the husky voiced man said to himself.

'Negan, I need to talk to you about redirect' said a nervous sounding man.

That was Negan. He's real. So who was the guy Rick killed?

I couldn't believe he was right there, within my reach. All I had to do was reach out and shoot him.

'What about the redirect?' Negan bellowed.

'It got screwed up...we're on it now but it's a mess out there' the nervous man said again.

Negan sighed, 'who's job was that?' he said slowly.

His voice faded away when a Saviour said 'aw damn, I thought they wrapped this up tight' as he pulled the shutters back and tied them to the side.

'Ah no worries, plenty more where this came from' another said chuckling.

This angered me more than anything else. They would keep taking from all of us with no remorse simply because they could and they knew there was nothing we could do about it.

One hopped in the truck, picking up the box of whisky, it split. Whisky smashed and leaked everywhere.

I smiled as I mindfully thanked Rosita.

'Son of a bitch!' he yelled.

He had turned towards me and we made direct eye contact.

'What the hell?!' he said confused.

It was now or never. I gunned both of them down and fired on the men further away.

I lept forward and stood at the edge of the truck aiming at the men below as they hurriedly backed away.

'Stay back!' I shouted, 'drop your weapons...I only want Negan, he killed my friend' I said sternly.

'No one else needs to die' I continued, that was a lie.

Suddenly a whistle came from the right. It must have been Negan.

He walked behind his men until he reached my left. My gun pointing at him the entire time.

He was a tall dark haired man wearing a leather jacket.

He looked stunned, with a smirk across his face.

'Damn!' he said surprised at my confidence. 'You are a badass', he added pulling one of his men in front of him, should I decide to take my shot.

I probably should have but I was frozen.

He was not what I pictured.

I tried to keep my focus. 'I ain't gonna lie, you scare the shit outta me' Negan added, still smiling.

Doubtful, I thought, considering what he's done but I let him continue.

Suddenly, one of his men jumped forward at me, so I gunned him down before Dwight tackled me to the ground.

I punched him in the face and gut till he picked up my gun, putting it to my forehead.

'Molly!' Dwight yelled at me frustrated and wanting to kill me.

'Do it Dwight, like you did Denise...go right ahead' I said angrily through breaths.

I looked towards Negan who was watching entertained, yet confused by our familiarity with each other.

'Dwight, back the fuck off' he said while sauntering over to me.

I was lying on the gravel still, while Dwight took my knife and pistol, Negan hovered over me.

He smiled.

Without delay, he reached out his hand to me saying 'is that anyway to treat our new guest?'.

I hesitated, why hadn't they killed me yet?

Here it is

Clem and AJ on the front of the official TWD comic books

~Hey guys! This is Chapter 3 of ‘Save Me’. Molly starts to find out how dangerous the Saviours are as they plan their attack on them. I hope you enjoy this chapter and make sure to follow my page for updates every Wednesday and Sunday! Thank you ~

Molly hardly slept that night, pondering over that name. Negan, Negan, Negan. She couldn't rest until she found out who he was.

There was worry in the air ever since we heard that name.

But as far as we were concerned Negan was just a name they used to scare people and he probably didn't even exist.

But regardless, it worked and put the fear of God into all of us.

Whether or not Negan was indeed real, we had no idea how many of them there were.

They could have been just a small group of thugs or a massive community bigger than us, that could take everything we held dear.

We wanted to talk to Rick straight away but he had gone out to meet up with Daryl and get supplies so they'd be gone for a while.

When I went to see Maggie she told me that Daryl wanted something for Denise which she'd asked for to give to Tara because she was planning on telling her she loved her, which I though was really sweet.

But that's just the type of person that Daryl is.

That was why he left, I thought to myself.

There was something about seizing the moment to tell your loved ones how you felt because every single day could be your last.

So, before Tara left for her two week supply run with Heath I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and how grateful I was to have her as my sister because I definitely didn't say it enough.

Tara was upstairs packing in her house when I knocked on her door.

'Hey, can we talk for a sec?' I said nervously.

'Yeah sure what's going on?' she asked looking up at me.

'So I know that you're going away for a couple weeks and we won't see each other for a while, but I just wanted to tell you that I-', Tara interrupted me before I could say anymore.

'I know. And I know we never talk about this stuff but with Lilly and Meghan gone it's just us now and we haven't been separated since...so' she said sadly.

We didn't need to say anymore, we just held each other tightly not wanting to let go.

Tara stroked my hair gently, smiled and thanked me.

I told her that I would see her very soon and that she can handle herself so I wasn't worried.

The next day...

It was about a day later when Rick and Daryl came back and it was dark out, they had brought a white truck full of new supplies and they carried a man with them.

They knocked on Tara and Denise's door and asked if they could keep him there. 'Cmon man this guy's heavy' Daryl shouted.

Because Tara and I lived next door to each other, I could hear all of the commotion outside which woke me.

Looking from my bedroom window, I saw Rick and Daryl carry in a man who was unconscious.

I jumped out of bed and ran round to Tara's, 'Hey what's going on?' I asked Denise.

'Gotta look after some guy they found out there' she replied.

'Well who is he?' I asked Rick.

'Some asshole that tried to take our stuff' Daryl added, as Rick nodded and said 'his name's Paul, but apparently people call him Jesus'.

I looked at Rick in disbelief and raised my eyebrows to which he just said 'I know right?'.

'I'll take first watch, you guys get some sleep' I said to the group. 'K I'll take second' Daryl added.

Rick and Daryl put the man in their basement, tied him up and left to go home.

I hugged both of them and watched over this new person who looked pretty harmless.

I had a strange feeling this guy would become a key member in our circle.

When I left, Daryl said he'd take over but between shifts while Daryl was outside smoking, Jesus had managed to slip out and disappeared.

We knew shit was about to go down.

Rick and Michonne found him in their house and called a meeting in the middle of the night.

Little did we know at the time that this would be our first group meeting.

'Look you and Rick had every reason to leave me out there, but you didn't' Jesus stated.

'I'm from a place that's a lot like this one and part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. You're good people and I think we could help each other' he spoke again.

'Wait so you're already trading with other communities?' Maggie asked.

'Your world is about to get a whole lot bigger' Jesus said smiling.

Rick decided that after the wall where the walkers broke through was repaired, we should try to trust in this new guy.

The next morning...

Many were sceptical but when we saw Hilltop we understood. It was beautiful and peaceful.

A large state owned house in the middle surrounded by wooden fencing and steel walls with all manners of livestock and trailers which people slept in.

Gregory ran Hilltop at the time but it was clear that he wouldn't last long because he was weak and hardly led people, he let Jesus do all the work.

Gregory was obnoxious and sexist and he wasn't willing to trade with us.

I wanted to punch him when he belittled Maggie by calling her 'natalie' or 'honey', so did Glenn.

But we had to keep our cool because we needed more food and Hilltop was the only way.

But when Abraham punched Gregory for his mocking of us, I couldn't help but laugh.

Gregory got patched up by Dr Carson while we all went upstairs to Gregory's office to talk.

Rick spoke first, 'we heard the name Negan, a while back Molly and Abraham had a run in with his men. Who is he?' Rick asked firmly.

Standing around, all of us turned to Jesus.

'Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviours, as soon as the walls were built, the Saviours showed up and met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands even more threats' Jesus sighed.

'Then they killed one of us - Rory, he was sixteen years old. They beat him to death...right in front of us and said we needed to understand right off the bat' Jesus added.

Rick nodded and looked down thoughtfully.

'Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation, he's not the leader I would have chosen, but he helped make this place what it is and the people like him' Jesus said.

'He made the deal?' Maggie said.

'Half of everything' Jesus replied with gritted teeth.

I was seething, that spineless man had agreed on behalf of his community to a deal out of fear.

'Our supplies, our crops, our livestock it goes to the Saviours'. I shook my head in disbelief.

Glenn asked 'and what do you get in return?'.

'They don't attack this place, they don't kill us' Jesus said sadly.

Daryl and I looked at each other, our thoughts we in sync.

'Why not just kill em?' Daryl asked.

'Most of the people here don't even know how to fight, even if we had ammo' Jesus replied.

'Well how many people does Negan have?' I asked, 'we don't know, we've seen groups as big as twenty' he said worriedly.

'Yeah but who knows whether this guy Negan is real, everything is done on his behalf no one's actually seen him, for all we know they could just be a gang of thugs scaring people into giving them stuff' I stated.

'Molly's right...they show up, they kill a kid, and you give them half of everything? These dicks just got a good story. The boogeyman he ain't shit' Daryl argued.

'Well how do you know?' Jesus asked confusedly.

'A month ago we took his guys out PDQ. Left them in pieces and puddles' Abraham said smirking proudly.

'Ya know, we'll do it. If we kill Negan, take out his boys, will you hook us up? We want food, medicine and one of those cows' Daryl said.

We looked at Rick, 'confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with' Rick said confidently.

We all smiled, Jesus looked at each of us and said now more hopefully, 'I'll take it to Gregory'.

Maggie made the deal with Gregory and he agreed to giving us half of their food for us killing Negan.

~Hey guys! This is chapter 7 in ‘Save Me’. Molly and Negan clash as she finds herself completely at his mercy in the Sanctuary. I hope you guys like it and chapter 8 will be out on Wednesday! ~

Molly knew that this would be the end for her. She was literally in the belly of the beast, surrounded by enemies and unknowns. The Devil stood before her.

He waited, keeping his hand stretched out to me as if he knew I would take it.

He was wrong, he knew nothing about me.

Instead of taking his hand, I jumped to my feet on my own.

He looked as if he didn't know whether to scowl or smile. On reflection, he was that type of man, unpredictable.

Always.

He leaned closer to me until I felt his breath on my neck as I looked round at all of the men smiling sinisterly, as if they knew what he was planning.

He slowly and calmly whispered 'you turn me on so goddamn much, you know that?'.

At first I was mesmerised by him, every syllable he annunciated playfully like he was testing me.

I took a second before snapping myself out of the trance, it was like being under a spell, like losing control and I hated every moment of it.

He lifted his head back up to mine until we were locked in each others eyes.

He thought he had me, he thought that he had won.

From his point of view, my eyes were soft and entranced by him, which they were at first but now, they had hardened to him and all I could see was everything I had lost, that we had lost because of him.

I didn't show any hint of what I was about to do, but kept him occupied with our eyes entranced by each other.

He chuckled to himself, thinking that I was just like every other girl that I bet he'd made swoon.

Arrogant bastard.

For the first time, I smirked then smiled at him before I punched him square across the face.

I'd always loved working out, becoming the strongest I could be so when the time came I could defend myself and show that I wasn't some weak girl who could be manipulated or moulded like putty.

His chuckle died as soon as I hit him, he almost doubled over when I did which made my smile grow even stronger.

Of course his men raised their weapons to me once I'd struck their beloved leader but I didn't care at this point.

I just kept my eyes firmly on his, not caring about anyone else, just his reaction.

His shock was written all over his face, just beginning to slightly scowl at being disrespected in front of his men.

He raised his hand by his side, flat, so that his men knew not to shoot me.

They lowered their weapons slowly, this time in actual fear of me.

This made me smile even more.

Negan came close to my face again, as if he wanted more.

Kinda fucked up when you think about it, but I expected it.

It's funny how someone's body language gives off their entire personality without barely having to say much to each other.

I lowered my gaze to his nose, then to his lips as if we held eye contact our lips would have touched.

He whispered again this time with his mouth near mine, 'I am about fifty percent more into you now'.

As much as I wanted to hate him, there was something about him that captivated me.

I couldn't place it, so much so that looking at him again made me scowl in confusion.

I thought that I could read exactly who he was, but I was wrong.

There was certainly more to him than this, and I would figure it out. Especially if it was a weakness we could use to take them down for good.

Once Negan had spoke, he lingered, his eyes tracing visual circles over my lips as he examined me. Smiling while he did so.

He eventually pulled away and instructed his men to tie my hands and cover my eyes so that I didn't know where I was going.

Smart.

As he instructed his men, he gazed at me like I was an enigma he was trying to work out.

Suddenly a Saviour behind me pulled my hands roughly behind me and bound them with a thick rope.

I winced and struggled at being restrained.

Another came over and pulled a piece of old worn cloth over my eyes, tying it tightly.

Negan's smile was the last thing I saw before I woke in darkness.

They must have knocked me out on the way to wherever we were headed because when I woke I had a surging headache and felt a cold hard almost metallic floor beneath me.

The blindfold was no longer over me but I still couldn't see.

There was only a small strip of light at the bottom of a door in the room.

I occasionally heard footsteps go past but for the most part, silence. Nothingness.

I sat up, my hands still bound behind my back and felt another wall behind me.

The room was small, almost cell-like.

Great, I thought. I'm now the Saviour's prisoner. The bastard should've just killed me.

Time went by, just as I was falling asleep the door swung open.

It was a large heavy looking metal door which looked like it only locked from the outside, so I couldn't escape.

The light entering the room suddenly blinded me for a split second while my eyes adjusted.

I looked at the shadow standing before me which morphed into a man as I regained sight.

He was a large man with stern features. I remembered him, he was the one that tied me up.

He stepped into the room quietly, as if he wasn't supposed to be there before saying 'hey there, you okay?'.

Feeling dehydrated since I'd gone a day without water, I asked 'can I have some water?'.

Looking briefly out into the hallway, to check if anyone was there was sign number one.

He knelt down before me, much too close, before sighing and saying 'I should introduce myself, I'm David...I wonder if you remember me from last night'.

He looked down smiling as if he was proud of himself.

Then he looked up suddenly with a hunger in his eyes, 'do you?' he repeated.

I scanned over him before sarcastically saying 'no sorry'.

'Well, I can forgive that, last night was kind of a shit storm'.

He paused, looking over me like I was a piece of meat and he was the butcher.

'I was the guy that used that rope to tie you up. I always keep some close, there's just all kinds of fun and interesting things you can do with rope' he said while stroking up my bare arm.

I tensed, knowing how this would end. I couldn't show fear. I would not .

'God you're pretty', he sighed further, 'if I give you some water, which is not something I'm supposed to do will you do something for me...something that your not supposed to do'.

He looked down towards my chest.

'Will you?', he said sternly and growing impatient at my silence.

He ripped my t shirt, exposing part of my bra as I gasped in fear.

He leaned in to my ear, in a way that felt different from when Negan had yesterday.

'Tell me how thirsty you are' he whispered.

I looked at him straight in the eyes before whispering through gritted teeth, 'go to hell' and head butted him straight to the ground.

He fell backwards before laughing and saying 'oh shit, fighting's just gonna make it last longer'.

He knelt back up and started to unbuckle his belt before continuing, 'which for the record is fine by me'.

I thought that this would be the end, when all of a sudden there was a loud whack against the door frame with a baseball bat.

It was Negan.

'HEY!' he yelled, 'what the hell are you doing in here?' he asked sternly.

'Negan, sir...' the Saviour said reluctantly, 'do you really think I need you to answer that?' Negan said angrily.

He walked forward to the rapist before saying, 'I can see that you're trying to rape this woman, you were trying to rape this woman weren't you?'.

He looked down while Negan inched closer to him.

Negan flicked a glance in my direction before continuing, 'ah, this is some unacceptable behaviour, rape is against the rules here, I wouldn't wanna be somewhere where it wasn't, someone in charge who let something like that fly'.

Negan shook his head, exhaling hard before pulling out a knife.

He held it up to the rapist's face.

'David...you've really crossed the line here' Negan said warningly.

'I'm sorry sir' he said hurriedly as if somehow he could escape his fate.

Negan looked at him for a second before plunging the knife through his neck.

'You know what? I do not accept your apology', he said as he pulled back the knife.

I wasn't surprised by the violence, yet my eyes widened as he fell to the floor.

I was purely confused that he had killed one of his own men.

Negan stood over me, looking at me for a second before whistling, 'Hey!' to his men outside the room.

'Get Molly here a new t-shirt' he said softly before crouching in front of me with his bat in one hand.

I was surprised he remembered my name.

'I'm sorry you had to see that...sorry about the rope too, probably overkill, but you did cause one hell of a fracas yesterday' he said while untying the rope.

It was only when the light from the corridor shone against his face did I see the bruise I'd created yesterday when I hit him.

I felt zero remorse.

I stretched out my arms, they were sore but I felt less vulnerable now.

I was grateful, but I would never show it. I thought he must be working some kind of angle to gain my trust.

'You know what? I gotta hand it to you, you got some beach ball sized lady nuts coming in all kamikaze like that. But, big question here, and I need the truth on this one, did Rick put you up to this?' he asked while pointing the bat at me.

I scoffed while smiling, 'Rick? Your bitch? No.'

He chuckled loudly at that.

But all I could think was how much did he know about all of us? He obviously knows that I am part of Rick's group and I guessed about the outpost too.

So, why didn't he just kill me right now?

Smiling he said, 'either way you must of thought it was gonna be the end coming in on your own-some like that'.

I looked down defeatedly, thinking about how things could've been different.

'But that's not the way it's gotta go, uh huh, just the opposite, you see this' he said gesturing to both of us, 'well this could be the beginning'.

I glanced at him questioningly, still silent.

He crouched before me once again, this time placing the knife he used to kill that man with, in front of my feet.

'This knife is yours now, you could try to use it and take me out, but considering I am standing above you holding a baseball bat that doesn't seem real smart. Now, you could use it to slit your wrists which would be a damn shame but I get it. You could sit there, do nothing and wait for old David to come back to life and eat your face off which would also be a damn shame and kinda nuts but to each their own'.

He paused.

'Or, you could use that blade and stop ol' rapey-davey from becoming dead alive rapey-davey, save yourself, join the cause'.

He turned about to leave before saying, 'I know what i'd do'.

I glanced over his face before saying 'what?' quietly.

'I'm a man short, hell you can't really call this piece of shit a man but still I'm short and you got those beach ball sized lady nuts so I wanna harness the heat coming off of em'.

He moved closer.

'You, can help me run this place one day, all of us together, following the rules and working on the same side of things. That's all this was ever about and it still can be for you' he said softly.

I could never become a Saviour, I hated everything about them and I just wanted to get back to my family. I wanted to see Tara and Maggie.

But I had to be smart.

He leaned closer before crouching once again, 'take some time to think about it, whatever you decide, so it shall be. No pressure'.

He leaned closer, his eyes wandering about my face like I was a rare gem in his hands.

'Again I am sorry you had to see that, even though I know you have seen some things, I just want you to understand. We are not monsters' he whispered glancing from my eyes to my lips again.

He stood up once again and then just left.

Leaving me in the darkness again with a monster by my side...

Rosita's POV//

I had been walking for what felt like hours.

I'd tried to remember the direction the truck had been going but I ended up getting lost at every turn.

I loved Molly like a sister and the thought of losing her broke my heart.

I was just about to abandon ship when I came across the smell of pungent rotting flesh.

Through the woods, I followed the stench which made my eyes water until I saw in the distance a large factory building with what seemed like fencing all around.

Walkers bodies were piled up outside and the amount of trucks made me realise, I had finally found it.

I smiled to myself, before making my way towards the compound.

I wanted to kill Negan, but I knew that I had to find Molly first, whatever it took.

On closer inspection, the walkers were on spikes in between two rows of wire fencing as an almost no mans land between the outside world and the depressingly dark abandoned factory.

I was close the fencing, sneaking round until I got to the trucks when I saw a figure in the darkness.

He looked at me, unmoving until I said 'shit.'

With light now hitting the man just enough to make out who he was, my eyes widened.

It was Dwight.

He must have been coming back from a supply run.

He stopped his car before jumping out and ran towards me, knife in his hand.

But I was smart, I managed to block his attacks and disarmed him wrapping an arm around his neck and mouth to keep him quiet.

This was my favourite move.

With the end of my gun, I knocked him on the head with it.

He fell unconscious.

I had tape and rope in my backpack so I wrapped him up and pulled him into one of the cars parked outside.

But with Saviours patrolling everywhere, I had to leave Molly and pick my moment to up and leave.

The only way would be to cause a distraction.

I found a flare in my backpack and set it off so that it flew into the other side of the compound.

Within a few minutes, dozens of Saviours were over at that side of the compound checking it out.

I smiled to myself before starting the engine.

Hearing the engine and seeing me drive off, they started firing.

I ducked at every shot, windows smashing and bullets firing into the doors.

I had escaped and now had a Saviour to take back to Rick but I still felt upset thinking about how Molly was still in there, or worse, dead.

It didn't take long before I recognised the glistening trail of syrup on the road as reflected by the car's headlights and knew I was headed home.

This was made all the sweeter by the fact that I now had Denise's killer in the backseat.

A few hours later, Dwight still unconscious and just pulling up to Alexandria, I reached Rick on a walkie talkie.

He was asleep and so was Michonne but was awoken by its sound.

I said quietly 'I'm back and I have someone who will interest us all'.

At this, Rick and Michonne made their way hastily with a couple others to the gates.

I pulled into Alexandria and dragged out Dwight.

Rick just simply said, 'isn't that the prick we made the deal with?'.

I nodded 'uh huh'.

They decided to put him in Rick's basement and watch him until he awoke.

Daryl wasn't told until the morning because they felt certain he would kill him straight away without a second thought.