You were one of the youngest group members in Negans group “The Saviors”. Most of the people in his group was men,hell- 96% percent of the people in his group was men and the rest of the 3% was women in his group. Since you never really talked unless it was to make a dick joke or say something important,people would call you ‘Shadow’ or ‘Death’ since your the best killer in the group. Negan was the most feared man in the apocalypse and he takes from the weak and says that the strong takes from the weak because that’s how the world worked now. You walked down the halls of the Sanctuary,your boots making soft thuds against the ground. You were normal height and normal weight for your age,too. You glanced over your shoulder as you heard Negan and his right hand man Simon walking behind you,discussing things but you paid no mind to them. Negan was 6’0 feet tall,brown eyes,greying black hair slicked back,greying stubble,wore a leather jacket,grey jeans and boots. He was muscular for his age. His right hand man Simon was a 5’9 foot tall man,a greying mustache,greying brown hair,wore a brown t-shirt,grey jeans and boots and was much more sinister,unpredictable,and much more psychotic then Negan. Simon was currently trying to talk Negan in to killing Rick Grimes. “Look,I’m just saying if we kill him,then the rest of his stupid Alexandria group will fear us.” Simon said with a sinister grin but Negan shook his head. “No. If we do that,then his group would just have a reason to try and attack us.” Simon rolled his eyes. “They already tried to attack us so we might as well kill them all.” Negan growled in anger.“Damnit,Simon. We’re not killing them.” *Negan said,he was starting to lose his patience. Simon frowned. “Your going soft-“ Before Simon could even finish his sentence,Negan grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him in to the wall getting right in his face. His voice a low,dangerous husky mumble. “Don’t you dare say I’m going soft…” He growled in Simon’s face,small spit particles landed on Simon’s face.