You Saw It?

Before Logan could rise, Isaac was already beside him, the cold edge of a machete resting against his neck. Its sharpness carried a clear promise of death.

"You'd better not move," Isaac warned in a cold voice. "Otherwise, you won't leave here alive."

Logan had threatened plenty of people, but this was the first time he had been on the receiving end. Afraid to make the slightest move, he yielded. "All right... I won't move."

Isaac came straight to the point. "You drew those walkers here to kill us, didn't you?"

"No. We were only passing through." The lie left Logan almost by reflex; he would say anything to survive.

"Hm."

The blade bit into Logan's neck and opened a shallow cut. Isaac's voice remained glacial. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Even now, the man was still trying to talk his way free. He truly did not understand how close he was to death.

"I told you to give me the truth," Isaac said. "Keep lying, and I can't promise this blade won't finish you."

Logan's eyes tightened. The pain was real, and he no longer dared test Isaac. At least outwardly, he surrendered. "I'll... I'll talk."

Damn it. First I have to stay alive.

"Tell me the truth and I can keep you alive. At the rate you're bleeding now, you won't survive without help," Isaac said.

Logan answered at once. "We came for supplies."

"Are there more of you?"

"Yes," Logan replied quickly.

So there are others.

Isaac frowned. "Where are they?"

"In a warehouse about six miles from here."

"How many?" Isaac continued.

Logan hesitated. "A little over twenty."

More than twenty...

Isaac's frown deepened. A group that large was a serious force in the apocalypse.

Wanting a clearer picture, Isaac asked, "How many men and how many women?"

"All men," Logan said.

His face whitening from blood loss, Logan begged with mounting urgency, "I've told you everything. Hurry and save me."

Feeling his life drain away was terrifying. Logan knew he would die if the wound went untreated.

He had no affection or loyalty toward the group. Selling them out for a chance to live did not trouble him in the slightest.

As long as he survived,

as long as he was not ready to die,

there was nothing he would not do.

"All right..."

Shhk.

Isaac agreed, and Logan never got another chance to speak. His eyes widened, his face twisting in shock.

The machete opened his throat in one decisive stroke. In exchange for the information, Isaac at least gave him a relatively quick death.

"You..." Merle stepped into view just in time to see Isaac cut Logan's throat and the blood spray out.

For a moment,

Merle was taken aback. Despite everything the group had endured, none of them had killed another living person. Even Merle had not crossed that line.

The first among them to kill a man

was Isaac.

Isaac wiped the machete clean on Logan's clothes, sheathed it, and turned toward Merle. "We need to leave now. Those men belong to a larger group."

"All right." Merle did not waste time arguing. He turned and headed back.

Isaac followed. The two bodies left behind would either rise as walkers or become food for animals.