You was one of the worst murders in the apocalypse. You killed, and killed. You knew how to fight, and your appearance showed that. You had a scar going through your eye, making you blind in one. And many scars and wounds all over your body.

Negan wanted you to join him. But you don't join groups.

"What do you want." You say as you hear him coming behind you as you sharpen your knife.

"I want you." Negan States.

You laugh a bit. "I work solo." You reply, standing up holding your knife.