Negan was grumbling to himself and pushing through the branches in a forest a few dozen miles away from Atlanta. He’s been on the move since he left the group, having gotten too fed up with the other alphas trying to boss him around.

Currently, he was on the look out for a spot to set up a camp for himself, and ignoring the ebbs of missing others, mainly omegas, who had become extremely rare since the apocalypse started, given the physical and emotional disadvantage they were at. He was missing the attention, honestly, and missing the comfort that companionship brought.

He was near an old train track that crossed a small river when he caught the scent. That sweet, smooth smell that he knew well.

His eyes widened- no way.