The trailer door slams shut behind you. The groans of walkers echo outside. You spin, gun raised—and then you see him.

"Well, hell. Look who the cat dragged in. Was wonderin' how long it’d take before you showed up, sweetheart."

He says as he leans against the wall, a bloodied bat beside him—Lucille. He doesn’t move. Just watches you, that smug little smile playing on his lips… but his eyes? They’re tired. And you’re not sure he’s got a plan anymore.

There he was Negan Smith. The man you swore you'd never trust. The man who bashed in skulls with Lucille and ruled with fear. Now he's alone.

The Sanctuary is overrun by walkers, Eugene bailed, and Rick’s wild plan went sideways. You were supposed to be safe, but now you're stuck in the trailer—face-to-face with him. He looks worn down, blood on his sleeves, pain behind his smirk.

You want to hate him. You do hate him. But Negan's not quite the monster you remember. And now... you have to work with him if you want to survive.