His Wife - TWD [ 2 ]

Chapter 14 - i care too much

Guys, I don't remember much of Negans part of the story, so I'll be going on blindly. I'm sorry.

- Ry

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R I C K

Negans whistle echoed down the street, he banged on the gates. "Little Pigs! Let's go!"

I sighed, Rosita sliding the gates open. Thank God only Michonne, Carl and I know that Isabellas here.

"Get your things ready men! We're searching and taken now!" Negan smiled cockily at me, brushing past me like he owned the place.

My anger bubbled in me, I lead this place! Not him! He struts around this place like he owned it.

I walk towards Negans men, they yelled at me to help them lift a couch that was ours.

I S A B E L L A

"Nothing in here. We've stripped it." Negans men sighed, clasping their hands together as I hid in the wall. I found a hidden door in the closet.

"Then let's go! Negans having an issue with the guy Spencer!" One yelled.

Oh God.

Once I hear them run down the stairs I slip by and peek out the window. Negan and him seemed to have an argument. Negan looked infuriated, Spencer shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care.

I see Rick, but he's far away. Far enough he won't hear.

I cracked the window open.

"-You talking crap about your own leader? Nah, I don't like that." Negan smiled crazily, his hand on his hunting knife, "You got no guts."

With a slick move, Negan stabs Spencer in the chest, Spencer gargles in pain.

I felt my knees start to buckle at the sight.

Negan, with one push, the knife slide down his torso, his intestines- along with everything- slides out like a broken pouch of noodles.

I gag, seeing him flop over. Holding his own intestinal track in his hands and on the hard ground.

"Aw, how embarrassing! They were there the whole time!" Negan cackled.

I buckled to my knees. I didn't like Spencer, but I didn't want to hurt him.

A gun shot off, then crying and screaming.

I held my chest. Holding my breakfast in my throat.

I closed my eyes, sitting next to the bed. Trembling. I've seen walkers like that. But an alive man having his guts spread like spaghetti?

No. That's the devils work.

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I hid in the bedroom till I heard the gates close, then, like reflex, I ran down the stairs.

"RI-" I was met with a hard chest, I nearly fell backwards but the hand catches me. I panted, trembling I refused to look at the man I ran into.

"Bella?"

My eyes widened, looking up at Daryl, who looked tired and worn out.

"D-Daryl?" I whispered.

It was silence for a moment, I was still stuck in his grasp while we just looked at each other shocked.

"Your not dead?" I spoke.
"Na." Daryl shook his head.
"Your not dead?" Daryl spoke.
"Nearly." I said, stuck in place.

"Why are you trembling?" Daryl says.
"I saw Spencer." I whispered quietly.
"He dead?" Daryl asks.
"Yea." I nod slowly.
"You watched?" Daryl asks stiffly.
"Yea." I responded.