It was as if the apocalypse had happened a second time. The Sanctuary was overrun with strangers in full SWAT gear, people Daphne had never seen. Spencer led a parade of guys restraining his prisoners, and the blonde thrashed against the two big assholes that dragged her through the gates.

One smashed the back of her head with his fist and stars exploded behind her eyes. They picked her up like a rolled up rug, one grasping her legs and the other her torso. What the fuck was happening?

They went down into the cell block, and Regina's angry war cry pierced the air up ahead. As Daphne's convoy passed the grated room with the chains hanging from the ceiling, her eyes widened at the sight of Spencer overseeing two guys lifting Negan's wrists into the shackles.

Panic tore at her chest with icy claws and she screamed, spitting and bucking as hard as she could. She caught a glimpse of amber eyes, and her blood froze at the concern in them. He never looked concerned.

If Negan was concerned, they were well and truly fucked.

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING KILL HIM!" she shrieked, struggling with every ounce of strength she had, and managed to slip a leg free, kicking a captor square in the face.

She heard Negan's chuckle as the body flopped in front of the door of his prison, and she tried to lunge, feet giving her leverage against the cement floor.

Daphne's world flipped upside down as the asshole holding her literally flung her through the air into one of the solitary cells. She hit the back wall and the wind flew out of her, but she launched herself back at the door.

She was too late. It slammed in her face and she pounded on it, screaming until her throat was raw. Then she screamed some more.

She punched the door until blood poured down her arm, and then started to kick it instead, sobs overtaking her.

None of the prisoners slept that night.

EARLIER...

Frankie burst into the infirmary as soon as Regina had left to go outside to meet Spencer, eyes wild. Amber nearly leapt out of her skin, putting a nitrile gloved hand over her chest. She was sitting with Maggie, ultrasound equipment in full swing.

"Something is happening," the redhead panted, looking around at the cluster of pregnant Nomad victims waiting their turn. Talia strode over from Mel's bed, putting a hand on Frankie's shoulder.

"What, what's happening?" she asked calmly, in her no-nonsense mom voice.

"Gina's facing off against a guy outside, he's got Negan," Frankie explained breathlessly. "I don't think this is Alexandria, there's an army of guys in like, armor. What do we do?"

Amber froze, eyes wide and fearful, and looked to Talia for answers.

The dark-haired woman steeled her gaze and took a deep breath. "There's an old tunnel that the Saviors keep clear as an evacuation place in case of emergencies. We'll get all the non-capable fighters down there, and they can make a run for the Kingdom," she said, and squeezed Frankie's hand. "Go down to the marketplace, tell Nicola, and then go to the school and help them get all the kids down there."

Frankie's eyes were wide as saucers, but she nodded.

"What should we do?" Mel piped up, and Talia turned to Amber.

"You get all of these girls down there," she instructed.

The blonde nodded, swallowing her fear as Frankie darted back through the infirmary door. She started to pull at Maggie's arm, but the pregnant prisoner shook her head.

"I'm staying," she said gruffly.

"No, you're not." Amber's voice shook. "I don't give a shit about Savior politics, I'm not leaving you here tied to a bed."

"I can fight," Maggie replied.

The nurse's eyes widened. "But you're pregnant," she said.

"I'm pregnant, not dead," the Alexandrian snapped, and sat up. "Regardless of some of your lieutenants having it out for me, you all have been kind, and taken care of my baby. That's more than I could ask for in my situation." She side-glanced Talia with a guilty expression, putting a hand protectively on her belly. "You'll need people to draw the enemy away from the tunnel so there's enough time to get everyone out."

"No time to argue about it," Talia put in thickly, and turned to open the door.

The crack of gunshots in the hallway made her freeze, and a few of the girls screamed. Maggie leapt down from the bed, taking Amber's arm and leading her to the group of pregnant girls that were instinctively grouping together.

"Are there weapons in here?" Maggie asked, and Amber shook her head jerkily.

Talia pulled a gun from beneath her apron and cocked it, pointing it at the door.

"Stay down," Maggie instructed, motioning for Amber and the girls to crouch behind the farthest bed. She rushed over to the counter and dug for a scalpel, standing to the opposite side of the door as Talia.

The dark-haired woman acknowledged her with stern eyes, and Maggie's breath caught in her throat. If there was ever a time that this woman could get away with killing her, it would be right now. But there was no malice in those eyes, no hatred. Only determination. And Maggie realized that she hoped she could be that kind of mother one day. The kind that protected others at all costs, and set that kind of example for her children.

And then somebody kicked the doors open, and Talia shot them right between the eyes.

Nicola herded the last of the children down the tunnel, and turned to Colin.

"Get yer arse in there," she instructed gruffly, and he glanced nervously at Frankie.

"I need to get Tanya, and see if Gina is okay," she replied hurriedly. "Please, both of you, go. Damon is down there and he knows the way to the Kingdom, just go, quickly." She put her hands together in a pleading gesture and Nicola grunted at her. "We'll be okay here."

"You tell your blonde bitch she'd better have this place fuckin' cleaned up for us to come back soon," the seamstress said, and the taller woman in the black dress blinked back tears. The gunfire was getting closer, and she took a deep breath and hurried off as they closed the double doors behind them.

Spencer strolled into Negan's bedroom like he was King Shit, swinging a bloody Lucille beside him. He turned his head at the sound of a gasp and locked eyes on a wide eyed woman with black hair to match the dress on her.

"Oh, you must be my wife." He cocked his head and grinned. Confusion flickered across her features at the young man wearing Negan's jacket and brandishing the bat.

"Wh-who are you?" Tanya furrowed her brow, and took a step back as two large men in full kevlar suits walked in and took post on either side of the door.

"I'm taking over." Spencer tossed the bat onto the counter with a clatter, and Tanya nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound. She couldn't help but vaguely think that Negan never would have treated his first lady like that.

But this wasn't Negan. Who was this? She eyed the balcony doors, but she didn't know how that would help her. There was nowhere to go but up.

He dove on the bed and grinned as he bounced up and down a little. "Ah, this is really nice. Living like a king!" He curled his arms behind his head and smirked at her. "Well? Come on, wifey, service your new husband."

Her eyes widened even further in shock, and now fear. She looked to the guards by the door for help, but they stoically avoided her gaze. She pressed her back up against the wall. Where was Regina? If this asshole had Negan's jacket and Lucille, did that mean he'd killed the leader of the Sanctuary? What the hell was going on?

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!" a woman shrieked from the hallway, and Spencer raised an eyebrow.

"Frankie?" Tanya breathed, and took a step forward as a burly guy with an assault rifle dragged the redhead in by her fiery hair. He threw her down on the floor and she lunged for him, but he raised the gun to her forehead. "Frankie!" Tanya cried, and the redhead turned her puffy eyes on her former harem mate.

Spencer chuckled. "Black dress, super hot, I bet you're also my wife!" He sat up and clapped his hands. "Life is so good. All I need is a blonde for a complete set!" He pictured Negan's sweet little lieutenant writhing beneath him and shivered.

"Where's Gina?" Frankie demanded, eyes blazing as she turned to look at him.

"That mohawked chick that let us inside?" He shrugged. "She's in a cell. Every one of your friends that wouldn't submit to us is in a cell. And unless you want me to kill all of them and both of you, I suggest you do everything I say."

"What about Negan?" Tanya asked, voice thick.

Spencer motioned to the bloody bat on the counter and smirked. "What do you think?"