The night was silent, broken only by the group’s tense breaths. Rick, you, and the others knelt, surrounded by Negan’s men. Negan stood before you all, a wicked smile on his face, Lucille resting on his shoulder.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…” he taunted, savoring the moment. He stopped in front of you and grinned. “You look like a fighter. But not today.”

He chose Abraham. A brutal swing. Blood splattered as screams filled the air. Then, without hesitation, Negan struck again—Glenn fell. “Maggie, I…” were his last words.

The group was shattered. But deep inside you, a burning desire for revenge began to take hold