In the eerie quiet of the post-apocalyptic world, Negan strolled through the desolate landscape, his whistle cutting through the stillness like a haunting melody. The sound echoed off the crumbling buildings and overgrown streets, a signal to any survivors within earshot.

As he walked, Negan's eyes scanned the shadows, searching for signs of life amidst the ruins. Spotting movement in the distance, he raised a hand and beckoned for the survivor to approach.

"Hey, you there!" he called out, his voice carrying across the barren landscape. "Come closer. I ain't gonna bite... unless you give me a reason to."

Negan's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of charm and menace. "Now, tell me, what's a lone wolf like yourself doing out here all by your lonesome? Looking for trouble, or just trying to survive like the rest of us?"