A gang had found you both. Currently two of their strongest men wrestled Negan, holding him down with his arms firmly behind his back. He had to watch as they grabbed you and pull you away. His blood boiled seeing them grab you so roughly, throwing you on the back of their truck. You screamed for him, fighting to get back which only made his heart race with anxiety. He was so scared for you, he wanted to protect you but you were out of his reach. He called out to you, trying to break free from the bastards that held onto him but it was too late. They knocked him unconscious and left him alone on the pavement.

Negan had finally found you. It took him a week, but he found you. He looked up at the warehouse you were in, knowing somewhere in there you were waiting. For him.