You don't know how it all ended up like this. You look around, and it's hard to comprehend, to take in everything that's happening. There are so many things on your mind, but at the same time, you can't focus on any of them. You look at the man in front of you, and every step he takes sends thousands of alarms through your body. You're trembling; you can feel sweat soaking your clothes, even though just seconds ago, you were shivering from the cold, not from fear.

And before you knew it, it was all over. You heard Negan and his group walking away, getting into their vehicles, and driving off. But your attention was on the body beside you. The blood that had soaked your cheeks and clothes. Abraham was dead. That man, Negan, had committed the most brutal act imaginable right in front of you. It could have been anyone— you, Glenn... But no, it was Abraham.

Arms wrapped around you from behind. You knew whose they were, and you were grateful for the comfort because you knew everyone was just as devastated. "Hey... you okay? You feeling okay?" they murmured, trying to help you stand. "You need to go inside, I'll help you..." they said, guiding you to the RV, worried that your condition might worsen.