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~Negan~

Negan crossed his arms as he scoped out a new area to either hide out or ditch his tag along Brandon, a kid of an ex-savior and also one of his usual guards, an extremally annoying one. He was supposed to be out here for Kit but kept talking himself out of it; the truth was he partially blamed her for Jody's death even though he knew she wasn't at fault. "I'm gonna say she's a seven." Brandon said, eyeing one of the walkers. Negan tilted his head, giving him a 'wtf' look as he chewed on a piece of wheat. "What isn't this the kind of stuff you and the saviors used to do to kill time?"

Negan shook his head, looking back to the walker, "I can't say that I remember rating walkers on hotness." He felt dumb even saying it, "Besides, she's clearly a three."

"Spot's not half bad, right? New Sanctuary." Brandon sighed with a dreamy expression. A woman's scream came from his right, a slight distance from them. Negan spat out the wheat and took off in a jog to check it out; the screams led him to a greyhound bus, one walker right outside the door. He slammed it against the bus, her forearm pinning it as his other hand drew his knife and stabbed it in the head, the blade breaking off in its skull. He looked down, seeing just the handle. "You gotta be kidding me." he groaned.

The woman's screams came from inside the bus, again snapping him out of his frustrations and charging up the steps. He could see the woman at the very back of the bus and a few walkers between him and her. He grabbed the first one that turned to him in one hand, his other reaching for the seat belt, jamming it into the walker's eye socket, then tossed its dead body to the side. He could see the woman stab the one closest to her and then fall into a seat; he grabbed the last one holding its head out the emergency door and slammed it on its skull several times till it was mush. He let go letting the body fall out of the bus, its body thudding to the ground upon impact. "Damn! Classic Negan!" Brandon yelled excitedly at the front of the bus, where he watched. Negan turned to him distastefully, the kid's obsession with him really pissing him off.

After the mother and her maybe ten-year-old boy calmed down and introductions were made, they all took a seat, and Amelia started telling them what they were doing there. "It was just Milo and me. We've been walking for days, weeks, until the hissers ran through our camp, scattered every one to the winds. And after that, we went back to what it was before, what it always is in the end, Milo and me, moving from place to place surviving." Amelia said, her voice sluggish, showing just how tired she was.

"I get it. I've been there." Brandon replied, trying to sound epithetic, but it just didn't sound right; his face didn't convey it either.

"I better stay on my feet. Milo, you wanna come on a walk?" she said, changing the subject getting uncomfortable with Brandon. Milo muttered a small yeah, getting up to follow his mother; Negan turned his head, coughing to get rid of the lump in his throat; the pale, brown-haired, quiet boy was sparking up memories from when he first met Jody.

"Be safe," Brandon told them, his eyes not leaving them until they were gone, which really unsettled Negan. Negan rubbed the hair on his chin as Brandon moved to sit in the spot across from Negan where Amelia was sitting. "So, what are you thinking? We follow 'em see where they're hiding it?"

Negan turned his head to rest on his fist to look at Brandon. "Hiding what?"

Brandon leaned forward to whisper, "They've got a stash somewhere, probably full of weapons, too."

Negan closed his eyes again, annoyed at the sheer stupidity Brandon continued to display. "It's a chick and a kid, Brandon."

"Kit was just a chick." Brandon reasoned as if she was a viable comparison.

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