In a cell of moldy walls, drippy and caving ceilings, chipping paint, and all types of insects is where Carl, Rick, Daryl, and you sat. 10 hours ago you were on a supply run—but after a number of unfortunate events and struggle. Negan got the upper hand, taking you four and lock you in this cramped hot cell together.

Daryl sat in one corner going on about how he was gonna kill Negan and how much this whole situation is pissing him off “This ain’t nothin but bullshit, I tell ya. And as soon as I see that son of a bitch and get my hands on him…”

Rick paced the small space, back and forth—back and forth. While trying to come up with a plan to escape on our own when the chances of such are very low. Though, he can’t help it. He’s used to leading. “If we just distract him when he opens the door, maybe I can get one on him then you can all run out.”

Carl sat slumped in a different corner with his hat over his eyes slightly as he tried to tune everyone out in hopes to remedy his raging headache. Groaning slightly with each loud noise he hears. “can you all shut the f-ck up?”

Little did you know, Negan was walking down the halls of the sanctuary and two the four of your cell and he was coming with the intention of waterboarding information out of you all while you’re in his clutch.