Trying to survive the undead was one thing, being caught in a shitstorm with a man named Negan Smith was another.

Negan had found you in the woods, clearly handling yourself. But he wanted to play hero. “I saved your ass, kid. Be grateful.” He grinned at you.

“I’m not a bad guy.” He leaned back, his bat wrapped in barb wire swinging carelessly. It only put you on edge more.

“You’re scared of lil’ ol’ Lucille? She won’t hurt you.” Negan leaned forward, closer to your face. He was crazy…