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i can and i will. watch me

"WHAT the hell do you think you're doing?" Clarke asked Gabriel as she came back inside from looking for Bob. He was taken. There was struggle outside. And seeing as Daryl felt like we were being watched the other night right before they ran into Gabriel, that meant one thing. Gabriel was guilty. It also didn't help that Daryl and Carol haven't came back either. "What are you doing?!" She threw down her hunting knife before approaching the man in question. "What the hell are you doing?!" She grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall.

He looked at her, his brown eyes clouded by confusion and fear. But, she didn't care. "This is all connected. One minute we're being watched and then you show up, and now three of us are gone." She snarled as she brought another hunting knife up to his throat. "Now, you either tell me where our people are or I will slit your fucking throat. Choose."

He started stuttering. "I,I, I don't... I do—"

"You have everything to do with this!" She shouted, her knife touching his throat. Just to prove a point, she dug her knife in a little and drew blood. He sucked in a breath as she glared at him. "Where are our people? Huh? Where are they? Where are they!?" Her voice got so loud that it very noticeably cracked.

"Clarke..." Sam whispered as he gently laid his hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

She took in a deep breath. "Why'd you bring us here?" She tilted her head. "You working with someone?

"I'm alone. I'm alone," he repeated himself. "I was always alone."

"What about the woman in the food bank, Gabriel?" Clarke turned to Rick who had asked Gabriel the question. "What did you do to her? "You'll burn for this." That was for you. Why? What are you gonna burn for, Gabriel?"

Clarke narrowed her eyes as she looked back to Gabriel. "What? What did you do?" She pursed her lips seeing as he was just shaking under her hold. "What did you do?!" She bellowed, her grip on him tightening.

"I lock the doors at night," he mumbled. "I always lock the doors at night. I always—" Clarke pushed him further up against the wall to make him stop repeating himself. "They started coming, my congregation. Atlanta was bombed the night before and they were scared. They were — they were looking for a safe place, a place where they felt safe. And it was so early. It was so early. And the doors were still locked."

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "You see... it was my choice. There were so many of them and they were trying to pry the shutters and banging on the sidings, screaming at me. And so the dead came for them. Women... children. Entire families calling my name as they were torn apart, begging me for mercy." He burst into a sob and Clarke let him go and stepped back as he slid to the floor. "Begging me for mercy. Damning me to hell. I buried their bones. I buried it all." He looked up at all of them. "The Lord sent you here to finally punish me. I'm damned. I was damned before. I always lock the doors. I always lock the doors."

Clarke shook her head and scoffed in disgust. "You're an sorry excuse for a human," she spat before swiftly turning away, her mind turning, thinking of ways to find their people, to find Daryl.

Glenn whistled, gaining her attention. "There's something — there's someone outside lying in the grass."

Clarke was the first out of the door, the first to see Bob on the ground, and the first to be pushed to the ground by a walker. She let out a loud strangled noise as she struggled against the walker, her eyes narrowed into slits to try and help her see in the dark night.

"Clarke!" She faintly heard a voice shout before the walker went limp on her. She let out a breath she didn't know se was holding and pushed the walker off of her. "Are you okay?"

"Why the hell did you come outside?!" Clarke shouted at Sophia, she was the one that had helped her. "You could've gotten hurt!"

"And you could've died if it wasn't for me!" She shouted back. "Now help the others with Bob and I'll hold the door open for you guys," she ordered and Clarke did as told, giving her a glare as she did so. Sophia was so bossy, but she got that from her, so Clarke can't complain too much, because then she would be basically complaining about herself.

Once they got Bob inside, Sophia closed the door, blocking off anybody or anything else from coming in.

They all laid Bob on the ground, gasping at the sight of his chopped off leg.

Clarke balled her hands into fists before turning around and punching Gabriel across the face seeing as he was the closest to her. He cried out as he fell to the floor, but she didn't care.

"I was in the graveyard," Bob spoke up and Clarke turned to him and bent down. "Somebody knocked me out. I woke up outside this place. It looked like a school. It was that guy, Gareth. And five other ones. They were eating my leg right in front of me. Like it was nothing. All proud like they had it all figured out."

Clarke took in a deep breath, allowing everything he said to them to make sense in her mind. "Did they have Daryl and Carol?" She questioned, clenching her jaw.

"Gareth said they drove off," he gasped out before groaning.

"He's in pain," Sasha realized. "Do we have anything?"

Rosita was the one who spoke up, "I think there are pill packets in the first aid kit."

"Save 'em," Bob groaned.

"No." Sasha shook her head.

"Really!" Bob grounded out. He took in a few pain filled breaths before moving his shirt off of his right shoulder. It was silent for a few seconds as Sasha just looked at the bite wound. "It happened at the food bank."

Clarke stood up abruptly, clenching her jaw and her fists. As she passed Gabriel, he flinched, expecting her to punch him, but she just let out a loud scream, not caring if any walkers were nearby. She was mad, angry, furious. She was murderous.

"Time for a reality check." She took in a shaky breath, turning to Abraham who spoke, "We all need to leave for DC right now."

Clarke shook my head. "No. Daryl and Carol are gonna be back. We're not going anywhere without them."

"I respect that, but there's a clear threat here to Eugene. I need to extract his ass before things get any uglier. So if y'all won't come, good luck to you. We'll go our separate ways," Abraham told her, nodding, not blinking. He was tall, tense, and wanting to leave quickly.

"You leaving on foot?" Clarke asked, but they all knew that she wasn't really asking. She wasn't in an asking mood. She was in a killing mood.

"We fixed that damn bus ourselves," Abraham grounded out.

"There are a lot more of us," Clarke simply told him.

"You want to keep it that way? You should come."

"Carol saved your life. We saved your life!" Rick shouted in anger, joining her side.

"Well, I am trying to save yours!" Abraham bellowed. "Save everyone's."

"We're not going anywhere without our people."

"Your people took off."

"They're coming back!" Clarke screeched, marching up to Abraham. "Daryl will come back!"

"To what, picked-over bones?!"

"You're not taking—" She went to grab Abraham.

"Do not lay hands!" He grabbed her hand, squeezed it, and twisted it just enough for it to hurt.

"Abraham!" Glenn shouted, pushing Abraham away from Clarke. And that was his mistake. He should've pushed her away because now, she was way past furious.

"You fucking asshole!" Clarke bellowed so loud that her chest vibrated. She was sure that her head was fire-truck red now. "You don't get to fucking touch me like that and get away with it!" She pushed Glenn away from her and punched Abraham in the face.

Everything went dead silent, the only thing that could be heard was Clarke's and Abraham's breathing.

"I vowed to never hit a woman, but, you seem to have more balls than everyone in here combined," he spat, his face also fire-truck red. He went to swing a punch at her, but she easily dodged it and kicked him in the balls so hard that he groaned and stumbled back, holding his crotch.

"I have taken down things bigger than you, stronger than you, and hell-a-lot older than you!" Clarke shouted, kicking his legs out from underneath him and bringing her knife up to his throat. "You will not be fucking taking the bus nor will you tear my family apart. So, here is what we're going to do..."

And that is when she came up a plan to take down the asshole who were most likely, stupidly, hiding out outside the church, awaiting for them to leave, to make a move.

CLARKE smirked as she heard Gareth and his people come inside the church.

"Well, I guess you know we're here," Gareth's annoying voice echoed. "And we know you're here. And we're armed. So there's really no point in hiding anymore. We've been watching you. We know who's here. There's Bob, unless you've put him out of his misery already. And Eugene. Rosita. Martin's good friend Tyreese. Carl, Judith, Jess, Sam, and Clarke who is really a boys name, but I won't say anything because she is a hottie. Rick and the rest walked out with a lot of your guns."

Clarke took out her gun from its sheath and stood up, ready to help Rick out with taking down Gareth and his loyal minions.

"Listen, we don't know where you all are, but this isn't a big place. So let's just stop this now before things get more painful than they need to be." A door handled rattled. He was trying to open up one of the doors. "Look, you're behind one of these two doors and we have more than enough firepower to take down both. Can't imagine that's what you all want." A gun was cocked. "How about the priest? Father, you help us wrap this up, we'll let you walk away from this. Just open the door and you can go. You can take the baby with you. What do you say?"

Clarke groaned quietly as Judith started crying.

"I don't know. Maybe we'll keep the kid. I'm starting to like this girl." They could hear the smirk in his voice. "It's your last chance right now to tell us you're coming out. Are we done? We'll hit the hinges."

"Put your guns on the floor," Rick's voice filled Clarke's ears and her smirk broadened as she approached the door, about to open it.

"Rick, we'll fire right into that office. So you lower your gun—" a silenced gunshot went off and then Gareth shouted.

"Put your guns on the floor and kneel," they heard Rick order.

Clarke stepped out of the room and shut it behind her, approaching Gareth, the guy that the others told her so much about. She cocked her gun and aimed it at his head.

"No point in begging, right?" He asked, looking up at Clarke.

Clarke tilted her head. "No." She shot him clear inbetween his eyes without blinking.