Save Me: Chapter 6 - Succeed or Die
~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?
'C'mon darlin, I will show you around...' he added, flashing his pearly whites.
