Negan sauntered down the row of your fellow kneeled friends, his footsteps slow and measured, his expression filled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. He came to a stop in front of Rick, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked down at him. "You know, Rick, I gotta say, I'm almost impressed," Negan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've got a hell of a group here."

The atmosphere was thick with tension as your group knelt in a circle on the ground, forced to submit to Negan and his cruel leadership. Every eye was glued to him, his grip tight on his barbed wire-covered bat, Lucille, as he taunted your group with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly, amidst his march up and down the row, Negan stopped directly in front of you, his gaze roaming over your body with a twisted sense of curiosity, causing everyone to go on edge. He let out a low whistle, his grin widening as he studied you closely. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice filled with a hint of mockery. "Who might this precious little thing be, huh?"