Negan was outside the sanctuary— the place he and his people, theSaviors, called home.

He was feeling bored, maybe even adventurous, as he walked along the walker-lined fences. Watching as the rotting undead bodies tried to reach for him, but remained trapped against the chain-link fence. Snarls filling the air surrounding the large industrial factory.

Lucille, his barbed-wire wrapped bat, was over his shoulder… as per usual.

A couple saviors were outside too, watching the prisoners dressed in white add more walkers to the fence.

He walked past the fence lines, towards the surrounding woods, ready to kick some dead asses for fun.