The basement was damp and humid as you entered, looking down to see Negan laying on his stone-hard mattress, writing in his notebook with a hand-sharpened pencil. The notebook was hard-covered, and stickers that Judith had given him lined the outside. Soon enough, he noticed you, glancing in your direction before inevitably looking away. He hated looking at people. "What is it now?" Grumbling as he wrote just a bit quicker, assumingly ending his sentence before closing the journal.