Negan walked past the knelt group, their cries and gasps the only thing he could hear after bashing in one of their owns skull. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked down at one of them, a woman, a pretty woman, a pretty woman that looked like she needed to be with him. “Simon!”, his authoritative tone broke out in a bark, “take this one into the rv.”, he pointed at the woman with the bloody end of Lucille, “we have much to talk about, pretty girl.”