Unexpected Events

-the day will come when you wont be 7.01-

TW: mentions of SA and throwing up

I heard the crack of the bat. It didn't hit me.

I opened my eyes immediately, Negan stood right in front of Abraham. He continued hitting him, chuckling over something I hadn't heard due to the loud ringing in my ears. I watched in shock as blood splattered, bits and pieces of his head going everywhere. Negan was fucking enjoying this. I enjoyed my first kill, but it was nowhere near this.

Negan found this a game, or that's what it looked like. Many looked away, unable to stomach the reality of what was happening.

Eugene, Rosita, and Sasha were crying the hardest by the end of it. I couldn't even fathom what just unfolded in front of me. That could've been any of us. That should've been me.

Tears spilt from many different eyes along with the terrible shaking coming from everyone including me. Abraham was now completely unrecognizable, his neck down laid lifeless only a few feet away from me.

"Oh, my goodness!" Negan stopped beating the remains, taking a step back to look at his work, "look at this!" He swung his bat, so blood splattered off of it, hitting Rick's cheek.

Rick turned his head away, shaking the most out of us all.

"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" Negan looked at all of us one by one, as if he were waiting for one of us to enjoy it too. His glare locked onto Rosita as he slowly approached her, bat waving in the air right in front of her face. "Sweetheart..." He put the bat a little closer, "lay your eyes on this." He took a quick glimpse over to what I'm assuming was Rick, "oh, damn. Were you-" He cut his sentence short, trying to piece the obvious puzzle together, "were you together? That sucks."

She couldn't talk, just sitting there in pure shock. No tears anymore, no crying, just trying to catch her breath.

He continued on trying to persuade her into thinking that it was somehow meaningful, trying tp get her to look at the brain covered bat.

"Take a damn look!" He shouted, shoving it in her face.

That trigged something inside Daryl, launching himself at Negan just like how Glenn previously had, only this time he got a good punch in before the man with the crossbow grabbed him down. Daryl would've done worse than imagined if he wasn't being held to the ground.

Typically, I was all for violence, but that was the second strike, what happened now? Was he going to kill Daryl for that?

Negan didn't act hurt, instead just in disbelief Daryl did it as he rubbed his jaw from where the punch had landed.

"Daryl!" Rick yelled upset at his actions.

Negan swiftly grabbed his bat, now pissed off, he pointed it at where Daryl was now. "No!" He shouted, too familiarly like how my dad used to yell at me. "Oh no." His smirk grew back with his quieter words. He must think our group was stupid, all of us fell into the trap and now couldn't even follow the simple rules.

A tear or maybe a drop of sweat rolled down my cheek, I did we have to lose another now?

What would punching Negan do? It wouldn't bring Abraham back. As much as I hated watching him taunt Rosita, it wasn't worth whatever was to come; whatever was bringing Negan's evil grin back on his face.

Negan distanced himself from Daryl, "That? Oh my!" He chuckled, "that is a no-no." He walked back as he talked, crouching right in front of Daryl and the two men holding him down at the last word. "The whole thing not one bit of that shit flies here!" He shouted.

People shook with every word that flew from his mouth. How did we end up here? Just this morning I was calmly asleep on the couch, now I was here, sobbing like a child as I watched the men shove Daryl to his spot.