We were hard at work in the hot sun almost all day. Sasha chopped up the pews, creating boards, while Tyreese and Daryl took apart the pipe organ for spikes. Daryl walked outside and shoved the pipes into the ground just in front of the doors. I hammered the boards onto the windows alongside Carl. Rick had called out his name from afar causing him to sigh and begin walking back to the church. I hammered one last board onto the window and followed after him, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Everyone seemed to already be gathered by the doorway once I got there.

"We're gonna go out on a supply run," Rick addressed us. "Michonne, Carol, Aften, Gabriel, and Carl will stay back. The rest come with us. After what happened last night, we need firepower with us at all times. We'll be back soon," he promised. Daryl didn't hesitate to make his way over to me and hold my hand.

"Be safe," I whispered to him.

"I will," he promised, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder. They left in a few cars, the tires kicking up dirt and leaving a cloud of dust behind. Carl pulled the church doors shut, beginning to board them up as well. Michonne joined in. The Father started scraping at the dry blood on the floor from last night in fury. Carol lightly grabbed my hand and ducked into Gabriel's office.

"What's wrong," I asked her with concern.

"What happened to you," Carol questioned me quietly. I shuddered as the Terminus memories rushed back to me like flood waters.

"What do you mean?" I tried to act dumb; I didn't wanna talk about it. I didn't wanna relive it. Carol pulled up my sleeve, exposing a few bruises left behind from the man. One of them was square shaped from the belt.

"It's nothing," I whispered, pulling away from her. "I-it doesn't matter."

"Aften," she sighed, looking at me in sadness. "Does he hit you?"

"No," I automatically answered, my body tense. "He'd never."

"What happened," Carol pressed again. I was quiet, my lip on the verge of quivering. "You can tell me."

"They did it," I muttered, feeling numb. "I couldn't stop it even when I beat the shit outta him." After a few moments of silence, Carol took me into her arms. A tear rolled down my cheek, pain plaguing me to think about it again. It was quiet, so quiet it almost seemed deafening. My body began to shake a, a sob escaping my lips. Carol ran her fingers through my hair.

"I did the best to get you out of there, to kill them all so they couldn't hurt you anymore. We got them now: for you, for Bob, for everyone. They're dead. All of them are dead." She held me tighter. "It's okay, I got you." Carol rubbed my back while my tears dripped onto her shoulder. Being with her made me feel safe. She was someone I could trust, as well Tara who had proven that to me right as she gave me her switchblade. I squeezed my eyes shut as the loud voices of all the strangers echoed inside my head. Carol grabbed ahold of my hand. "Everything is okay now. You have me, Daryl, Rick, plenty of people around who'll protect you." I nodded in agreement, sniffling.

"I-I'm okay," I said in a hushed tone. "I'm good." Carol squeezed my hand, the both of us leaving the room. I was greeted by Gabriel still furiously scrubbing at the blood on the floor. Carl placed his gun in front of him.

"Pick one," he stated. "You need to learn how to defend yourself."

"We can teach you," I offered, stopping next to Carl. He glanced at me and grinned. Gabriel stopped his furious scrubbing.

"Defend myself? Those people... they said they'd go," he said.

"They were liars, rapists, and murderers. They wanted us dead," I growled, going on the defensive. "We were protecting ourselves."

"You can't stay in one place anymore," Carl told him, backing me up. "Once you're out there, you're gonna find trouble you can't hide from. You need to know how to fight." It was silent as Gabriel gazed down at the weapons laid out in front of him. He shakily lifted up the machete. I sighed.

"You're not holding it right. You gotta be able to drive it down so you can stab the brain—"

"I-I'm sorry," Gabriel interrupted me, his face a bit pale. "I need to lay down." He sluggishly shuffled over to his office and shut himself in. I sat down in front of the weapons, picking up a knife and twirling it around. The tip made light circles on my finger. I thought about what Carol said to me earlier: I had people around me that'll protect me. It knew was true, I know they had my back. I pretended I was on top of the guy back at Terminus, stabbing him and twisting the knife inside of him to cause him pain just like he did to me. I stabbed the knife into the floorboards, Michonne walking over to Father Gabriel's office and knocking on the door to check in on him.

Judith began to cry, Carl rushing over to quiet her. It was okay to cry. It was okay. It wasn't a sign of weakness. I dragged the knife across the floorboards, scarring the wood; it looked like the one on my soul. I lifted the knife to my arm, lightly dragging the tip down the skin.

Michonne knocked on Gabriel's door again. He didn't answer.

"Gabriel, you in there," she called out, opening the door. "Son of a bitch; he's gone," she cussed in annoyance. "I guess there's only one thing to do now."

"What," I gazed up at her. Michonne came and sat next to me.

"Sit and wait until he comes back," she smirked. A laugh emerged from my lips.

After a while we began to hear biters growling outside the church doors. We took out our weapons once someone screamed.

"Let me in! Help! Let me in," Gabriel shrieked frantically. I stood up, sprinting over to the door. "Don't leave me out here! Help!" Carol and I tried to pry the wood off the doors.

"Get back," Michonne warned as she swung an axe through the air, bringing it down on the boards with Judith on her back. Carl and I held our weapons at the doors. They flew open, Gabriel bolting inside. Carl and Carol shot the biters that entered the church while Michonne and I tried to go through them as fast as we could with our swords. There were too many of them. We began to retreat, Gabe leading us to his office and slamming the door shut. Michonne placed a chair underneath the doorknob while the Father pressed himself up against the door to keep it closed.

"Crawl in the back," he wheezed. "Go, take the little one!" Carl obeyed his orders, taking Judith and crawling through the hole in the floor. Just as I lowered myself into the hole, Michonne grabbed my shoulder.

"Wait for us," she told me. I nodded and proceeded to crawl under the church, making my way out safely. Soon enough, Carol and Michonne followed us out. The Father crawled out from underneath the church with a bloody machete, gasping for air. I hurried to the front of the church and stabbed the biters that were impaled on the pipes. Carl ran up the stairs and swung the doors closed. He boarded them back up, hitting the nails with the butt of his gun. Michonne wrapped the doorknobs shut with her belt, the biters thrusting their fingers through the crack in the door. The door began to break, the wood splitting. We watched it with nervous eyes, stumbling away from the building. A firetruck suddenly barreled through the church yard and plowed over the organ pipes to park in front of the doors. Maggie, Glenn, Tara, Eugene, Abraham, and Rosita climbed out. Tara spotted me and immediately came over to hug me.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in my ear with sadness as we embraced.

"About what," I asked in confusion.

"Eugene lied. He can't stop it," Glenn addressed us, disappointment and hurt in his voice. My stomach dropped at the news. I pulled away from Tara, my jaw slightly open in shock. "Washington isn't the end."

"You and Daryl could still have babies, though," Tara tried to lighten up the situation, squeezing my arm. "I'd definitely babysit for you." I smirked, shaking my head as I blushed. "Where is everybody," she asked, looking around the yard.

"They went on a run," Carol responded. "Hopefully they find some vehicles along the way; we can't stay here anymore. Walkers took over the inside." We stayed put in the front of the church for a while, waiting for the others to arrive back. Two vans pulled up: a white one and a blue one. We all stood to greet everyone returning.

"Oh man, I hope they brought back some water or something," Tara prayed. "We had to make filters to get all the rocks and shit out of it." Everyone stepping out of the vans had straight faces, no trace of happiness whatsoever.

"W-what happened," I muttered to Tara in fear at the solemness of the air.

"I don't know," she whispered back nervously. My eyes landed on Daryl as he stepped out of the blue van with a limp body in his arms, blood on their head. I didn't recognize her, a small blonde girl laying there. Maggie dropped to her knees, screaming out in agony while Glenn tried to comfort her. Beth, the girl was Beth.

"She was in one of the houses we searched. It was recent," I heard Rick mumble. "We were so close..." She had gone missing with her father ever since we split up.

After an hour of pain and grievance, they buried Beth while I stayed close to Tara. Daryl didn't even bother to come near me or anyone for that fact. The harder I tried to get closer, the harder he tried to get away.

Rick told us that we needed to leave the church grounds as soon as possible. Maggie refused to leave her sister behind, but we had to; the church was beginning to crumble, burst at the seams. I climbed into the blue van behind Daryl and a few others, the rest piling into the white one. We both went separate ways, Rick and Carol conversing on walkie-talkies. I tried to hold Daryl's hand to comfort him, rub his back, but he wouldn't let me. He stayed stiff while I stared at him sadly, bowing my head in disappointment. We sat in silence until Abraham slammed on the breaks, turning around.

"What's going on," Tara asked him with interest.

"It's Tyreese," Abraham announced, his head lowering the tiniest bit. "He's been bit." Sasha's face went pale, my heart sinking at the news. Another one? There was no way. How could we be losing all of these people so quick? We weren't going to be able to handle this much death in so little time.

We met up with Rick, Tyreese already placed in a grave with a white sheet over him. Gabriel read from a Bible as each one of us took a turn to shovel a small amount of dirt onto him. Carl handed me the shovel. I took a bit of dirt and lightly threw it on the white sheet. I was thankful I had met someone like Tyreese, thankful that he let me escape from Woodbury; he was kind, understanding, loving. I handed the shovel to Daryl who then handed it to Sasha.

"We look not at what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen; what can be seen as temporary, but what cannot be seen as eternal. For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God; a house not made from hands, eternal in the heavens." Gabriel closed his bible. I looked at the cross that was made for him and saw his hat was placed on top of it. Everyone silently moved back to the vans where we'd be on the move no matter what, tragedy after tragedy.