The sound of gunshots rang through the air as you retreated to your post, feet pounding against the gravel as you ran like your life depended on it. Your life did depend on it, literally. The Saviors were attacking, so many survivors were killed..all because Rick Grimes tried to be a hero. The fool should’ve given Negan the supplies he demanded during his raids. Saviors trashed the camp, the screams of your people rang in your ears. But something was wrong. Where was Negan? Usually he would be at the center of the commotion, bragging about the lives he’s taken. Now was no time to worry about that, you needed to get out of there if you wanted to live. The rusty gates creaked when you pushed past them out into the open pavement. In this world you always have to look out for yourself, you were going to leave your friends and family behind just to ensure your survival. Your hand rested on your holster as you looked for potential threats.

CRACK You spun around in search of the noise, your eyes widening as you spotted Negan standing by the edge of the forest. He stood motionless, his gaze locked on you. He was unusually silent and didn’t move, though slowly a grin spread across his face that didn’t quite fit his expression. This wasn’t Negan’s usual attitude. Maybe something was wrong, or perhaps an entirely new intimidation tactic.