Lucille gave Tara the pistol without a complaint, trading it for her knife.

The small Walker hoard didn't notice them as they hovered over the road from the raised land that walled it. Even if the Walkers did see them, it would be a slow and challenging climb up. Their plan would work.

"How many bullets has this thing got?" Tara asked.

"Eight. You should wait until I'm down there to start shooting."

"Huh?" It seemed counter-productive.

"I can a couple out before they catch us. Surprise attack – you know how it is."

Tara flinched. She and Heath hadn't spoken at length about the attack on the Saviors, but only because they both knew it was too much to mull over. They had to forget.

Of course, Lucille's words implied heavily that she knew what Tara had done. Maybe even that she'd been there.

"Are you with Negan's group?" she asked.

Lucille answered instantly. "I was. Now I'm with you."

"Why?"

A shrug. "'Cause you're with him." Daryl.

"But why leave your group?"

"You have missed a Hell of a lot."

Tara raised an eyebrow. "Did something happen?"

Lucille shook her head, but not as her answer. "It's too much to say all at once. But it started with Dwight." Tara knew the name. Daryl had told her, Denise, and Rosita the entire story of Dwight and the women in the woods. He was a terrible man. Lucille clarified: "Dwight was my fiancé."

Tara couldn't keep herself laughing, and didn't even bother to silence herself. "Okay, that is the start of a crazy story."

"You have no idea. Dwight's the one that got Negan so riled up after your group attacked. He had such an itchin' for Daryl's head he convinced half the group to go after him. I thought the chubby girl would be the end of it, but it got worse, and I just couldn't properly stick around."

"Which girl?"

Lucille waved her hand nonchalantly. "Ponytail, arrow in her head. I've gathered that she was some kind of doc-"

"Denise?"

Lucille shrugged again. "Never got a name. Anyway, I can fill you in more on the way back to your community."

Tara was shaking. "Did she have glasses?"

"Like I said, I don't know. I barely saw it go down, I just know it was bad news."

Lucille was already lowering herself own the incline towards the van. One Walker seemed to notice her, and was already on it's way. Suddenly, Tara grabbed Lucille's arm, and she turned back at her.

"How many of those have you killed?"

Lucille squinted at her. "What?"

"Walkers, that's what we call them-"

"-I know."

Tara took a sharp breath. Her eyes were wide. "How many have you killed?"

"How is that even a question?" Lucille asked, and snapped her arm back from Tara's tight grip. She turned to face the Walker that was closest to her and took it out so easily that Tara found her answer.

Lucille approached the rest of the hoard calmly, taking out a couple of the outliers. Then, from the other side of the road, more appeared. She killed them more quickly, until at least a dozen new Geeks had shown up, and she yelled at Tara:

"Start shooting!"

For Tara, it was still a choice. She could take out the Walkers before they got Lucille, or she could wait and see just how tough the Savior could be.

She chose to shoot.

Together, the two women managed to put down almost all of the Walkers, except for one that had gotten caught in the van's open door. It managed to get its hands caught on Lucille's blood stained jacket, and was pulling her in.

Another choice. Tara aimed her last bullet at the Walker's head, and then reconsidered.

She didn't know why she was panting. For some reason, this girl made her nervous. She could end it. She had the power.

"Dammit, shoot!" Lucille screamed, and Tara did.

She missed.

Tara ran down to the road, took the knife from Lucille's hand, and killed the Walker herself. Lucille chuckled.

"Needed to get the last laugh, did you?"

Tara scoffed, still breathless. "How many people have you killed?"

Lucille's brow furrowed. She looked as though she'd been asked the same thing before. "Why?"

"I just have to know."

"You know you're crying, right?"

She didn't. Tara felt her cheeks, noticing for the first time that they were wet with tears. She wiped them away. She glared.

"I think your fiancé killed my girlfriend."

Lucille gasped.

"Oh."