I knock on Maggie's front door and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass storm door. I look like hell with blood covering my face and my hair all matted and dirty, my jeans are ripped yet I don't know how that one happened.

Dylan answers the door with a gun pointed at my face. I put my hands up in surrender. "Don't shoot! Not a walker!"

He puts the gun down. "Dang it, Lauren!" He sighs and puts the pistol behind his back in the waist of his jeans. I walk in after him and Zainab bounds down the wooden stairs.

"Is it over?" She asks me.

"Yeah, it's all over for now. They have the gate secured and almost all the walkers are dead." I confirm to my two friends.

"Where were you this whole time?" Zainab questions as we all sit in the living room. "And where's Maggie?"

"I thought Maggie would be here," They both shake their heads no. "I haven't seen him, but I'm sure she's fine.Did any of the walkers try to get in here?" I ask.

"No, we mostly stayed upstairs," Dylan answers. "But from my window I could see the walkers getting into your house. That's why I thought you had turned into one because I didn't see you come out of the house."

I jump up. "There are walkers in my house? Do you know if Carol was in there?"

"No, Carol wasn't in the house. She left yesterday afternoon to help Maggie with something before the walkers got in." Zainab reassures me.

"Help me clear it out?" I ask the two. They shrug and grab their weapons.

"So, do you know what happened to anyone else?" Zainab asks me while we walk across the street.

I close my eyes briefly as the events at the infirmary replay in my head. "Carl was shot in the eye and Patrick lost a hand."

Zainab gasps. "How?" Dylan presses.

"Patrick was bit on the wrist and I had to cut it off so the rest of his body wouldn't become infected, so he's okay for now. He has to stay in the infirmary until we can make sure he's all right. Ron shot Carl in the eye with a bullet meant for Rick, but he misfired when Michonne stabbed him."

"Oh my God that's awful." Zainab whispers.

"He's fine for now, too. He has to stay in the infirmary for a couple of days. He just woke up actually. Denise was able to get the bullet out, luckily it missed his brain but...well, he has no eye anymore."

"So Patrick has one hand now?" Morgan calls from behind. She runs up the stairs of my porch where we were standing. I notice her sickle was in her hand, something that I hadn't seen her with since when we got here. "We should get him a hook."

"And get Carl an eye patch so they can be pirates!" Dylan jokes along.

"Really guys?" Zainab blank stares them. "This is a serious matter."

"Just trying to lighten up the mood." Morgan nudges her with her elbow.

I roll my eyes at the both of them and turn my attention towards my busted in front door. I tap the tip of my axe on the metal part of the storm door and sure enough one comes wandering out of the laundry room near the stairs. I walk in and sink my ax into its brains. there's another growl behind me as a cold hand is placed on my shoulder. Morgan stabs it with her sickle before it had the chance to sink its teeth into my skin.

"Thanks."

"No problem." She responds.

"Think any of them got upstairs?" I peer up at the balcony where you can see Daryl's bedroom.

"Only one way to find out." Dylan takes off upstairs. We all trudge after him.

We open the doors one by one and finally get to Oscar's. We all look at Zainab who looks like she's about to throw up. None of us have been in Oscar's room. Me because I feel awful and guilty, just the sight of his door kills me. I don't even know how the walker got in there, Carol closes his door after she cleans the floors.

I look at my friends who look at eachother. They all look at me, silently agreeing that I should do it. I give them the 'really?!' look but they all step back. I roll my eyes at them and give them the finger.

I grip my axe tighter and turn towards the door, olacing my hand on the silver knob. I slowly turn it until the door clicks and I fling it open. I bring my axe up, ready to strike.

"Hey!" Austin shouts as he appears behind the open door, shielding his head with his arms. Olivia appears behind him and I put my axe down.

"What the hell are you guys doing in my house?" I look at the pair who walk into the hallway of confused faces. "I almost killed you!"

"We thought that Carol and you were still in the house and came over because the walkers were already on my porch. The walkers barged I behind us as we tried to shut the front door and we ran upstairs." Olivia explains.

"Well, at least it's not a walker." I sigh.

Zainab pushes past us and enters Oscar's room in sort of a daze. My friends and I share a look that decides to leave her alone.

The rest of them leave just as Carol comes back with Daryl in tow. I hug the both of them, glad to see that they're okay, although Daryl has a small cut in his back.

Let me patch it up once I go back to the infirmary?" I ask him. He just nods and grumbles something under his breath.

"What happened on your end?" Carol asks me.

"Jessie, Ron, and Sam are dead," I start off and Carol's face drops but she doesn't say anything.  "Patrick got bit, but I amputated his hand, and Carl got shot, but Denise saved him."

"Patrick and Carl are strong kids, they'll be fine." Carol gives a reassuring smile.

"How about you guys?" I ask and look at the both of them.

Carol answers first. "Not much. Glenn's back with Enid."

"Is he okay?" I ask suddenly.

"He's fine. I think Maggie is still hugging him by the gate." She jokes. I sigh in relief.

"Where's Rick?" Daryl asks me.

"With Carl at the infirmary." I reply and set my axe on the island.

"Ah ah! No bloody weapons in the table!" Carol scolds. I snatch my axe up and mumble an apology.

"I'm goin' to talk to Rick." Daryl says and walks towards the door.

"Wait for me!" I call and follow him out the house.

We walk in silence for half the trip. "What did you see out there?" I ask the quiet man.

"Nothin."

"Oh come on. No walker can cut you with a knife." I point out. "You had to have run into people."

"Just some of Negan's people." He shrugs.

"Negan?" I echo. 

"I'll explain when we get there." He motions towards the direction of the infirmary.

The streets are filled with burning pills of bodies. It's like something out of a war movie. People carry those who lived here towards the cemetery and throw the walkers of random people into the flames. I feel sorry for the ones being thrown into the fire, it makes us seem selfish. Those walkers were people, people who got bit and couldn't be saved. They couldn't control what their bodies do after they turned. But I know that this was easier and looked at as revenge for what they did to us.

We reach the infirmary and I run up the stairs and into the small building. I wash my hands and grab some bandages and rubbing alcohol.

"Oh, Lauren," Denise calls as she exits Patrick's room. "Can you change out Carl's bandages while I try to find medicine for Patrick?"

"Sure thing."  I reply.

Daryl had already gone into the room where Carl and Rick are. I enter in and offer Rick a small smile while him and Daryl where in conversation about what had just occurred in Alexandria. Carl is asleep and I figure I should take care of Daryl first to let him sleep longer.

"The walkers, they just came flooding in through the broken part of the wall. I don't know why the bell tower just...gave out." Rick describes to Daryl as I have Daryl pull the back of his shirt up so I can see the damage of the cut. It's not very deep, whoever cut him just grazed him. Not deep enough for stitches, but deep enough for bandages. I disinfect it and put a small bandage on it.

"We found the gas truck an' when we were driving back we got stopped by a group of Negan's people on motorcycles. There had to be about eight of 'em, all with guns." Daryl explains to Rick. I listen in as I grab the guaze and bandages off the nightstand by the bed. I gently shake him awake for him to sit up.

"Carl, I have to change your bandage." I chuckle as he bats my hand away and tries to go back asleep.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles.

I sigh and grab his arm to try and pull him up into a sitting position. "Some of us want to go home and get sleep too ya know."

"Fine." He grumbles and slowly sits up. He groans and puts his head in his hands.

"Does your head hurt?" I ask.

"Yeah. Like alot." He mumbles.

"I'm sorry this happened to you. Trust me, if I could trade places I would." It hurts me to see him in so much pain, and I know I can't do anything about it. I take the end of his bandage and begin to unwind it.

"How bad is it?" He picks his head up.

I look at the hole where his eye used to be and my heart falls, but I smile. "Not bad at all. Makes you look hotter."

He gives me a skeptical look. "Can I see it?"

I look at Rick who had stopped talking and looked at me. He gives a small nod of approval.

I try and swallow the lump in my throat. "Yeah, let me just go get a mirror." I know how down he will be on himself.

I grab a hand held mirror from the counter. I honestly have no idea why we have it here, we just do. I walk back to Carl's room and hand him the mirror. His face falls as he looks at his reflection and his eye wells up with tears. He sets the mirror on his lap and sighs as a tear rolls down his cheek.

"Carl- " I start but he closes his eye.

"Just- please put the bandages back on."

"Okay."

I reapply new antibacterial bandages and he's back asleep before I'm done. Daryl and Rick had left to go inform the others. I kiss Carl on the cheek and close the door behind me.

I check on Patrick before I head back home. "It's funny how I can still feel it. It's as if I still have a hand,  but I don't. " He examine his handless arm.

"Well, the good news is that you won't turn." I lean against the doorway.

"We don't know that quite yet though, do we?"

"Hunter got you in here right after you got bit, so the chances are very slim."

"Didn't even see the walker behind me. One would think you could hear it, but with all that noise...it was impossible." He shakes his head.

"I hear ya. You should be out in a couple of days if everything goes okay." I say as I walk out the door.

I walk home and collapse on the couch in exhaustion before I make the effort to go upstairs and take a shower. Eventually I build up my energy and trudge up the stairs. I take a shower and try to scrub off evry bit of blood and dirt off before I get dressed in some jeans and a hoodie and go to bed.

A/N: This ending is really stupid....Oh well!

Tonight's episode was really confusing for me. It's been so long since Tara and Heath left that I actually forgot they left. I can't wait to find out what happened to Jesus and Carl and Daryl!