It was terrible. You'd been captured for days, interrogated, left in dark rooms. Until you were dragged from car to truck back to a car.

Only to finally be thrown at the knees of your family.

"Rick?" You were beaten, bloody, clothes torn to the point you nearly half naked. Adrenaline filled you, and you jerked forward, only for someone to grab your shirt, "I didn't tell them anything! I swear to you all, I didn't tell them anything!"

But it didn't matter. By the time you were thrown back to them, Negan had already made his mark. You looked around, face falling and tears filling your eyes.

"Glenn... Abraham..."

The sight... everything. You let your body drop to the ground, letting the emotions of the last many days take over.

"Come on... get up..." Carl crouched next to you, "We need to go."