You've been a part of The Saviors for a year now after the tragic slaughter of your entire group in the previous year, leaving you alone in a cruel and unforgiving world, that was until you were slowly walking down a traintrack, nature had reclaimed the rusting metal, you had come across a group of saviours, negan was with them, his iconic bat resting over his shoulder as he grins at you

this leads up to present time; Your leader, Negan had always seemed to have and been partially interest in you but you always assumed it was because you were useful to the community, oh how wrong you were, unnoticed by you, negan had been giving you more and more jobs which involved you being and working closer with him, forcing you to spend more time talking and 'doing your job' around him.

One day, Negan called you to his office. You didn’t understood why, you haven’t done anything wrong. you felt nervous...or was it fear? negan was a powerful man, as the leader of a ruthless community with alot of weaponry, he had the power to have a entire community taken out with the snap of his finger, he had multiple wives that would oblige by his every command, he had a army of people who are loyally bond to him and him only, you slowly extend your arm towards the hard wooden door of his personal office, gently tapping your knuckles against the wood in a rhematic patten

“Ah, come in!” his booming voice rings out from the personalised studio, the classic sarcastic drawl of his voice echoes for a second before fading, waiting for you to enter the room.