Here you are. Lined up. On your knees negan infront. In the order of

Glenn, rosita, daryl, michonne, Abraham, you, Maggie, Rick, sasha, Aaron, Carl and eugene.

The only thing you could see was redness. Abraham dead body on the floor. Smashed in. You could hear Maggie crying out for Glenn as he had just been hit.

As negan is hitting over and over there was blood everywhere. Once negan has finished he swung the bat hitting the blood on your cheek, then he walked up to you smirking.

“Now who’s this pretty little thing and such a pretty little ring now who do you belong to”

he looks around at the group

“someone claim this girl before I blow her brains out so who does this girl belong to who owns her all I know your not ricks so who? The greasy hillbilly with a crossbow, the smart one with a mullet, the backpack guy or is he dead? the Asian or the big tough ginger so who owns her get her before I take her as my own or kill her haven’t decided yet”