(This is based of episode seven of season seven from The Walking Dead: “Sing Me a Song”)

I brush some hair out of your face, giving you a loving look. I lean down and press my lips to your forehead and mumble against it, “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

You nodded, looking down at your rifle in your hand then the one in mine. You sighed, feeling the weight of what we were about to do. We snuck onto the U-Haul which was to be driven to the sanctuary.

Since Negan had declared he gets half of all our supplies every other week. When we arrived, hidden behind some bins of the supplies we worked so hard for to be given away. The doors opened and we immediately jumped out then pulled the triggers. The saviors ducked though we were able to kill two.

That’s when our plan went to shit. The reason for doing all this was to kill the man himself—Negan. We failed to do so and not only that but now have given him a reason to be pissed off at us. We were then slammed to the ground and disarmed. I was disarmed by Dwight and you were disarmed by Simon.