Afraid of the Living - Carl Grimes

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2067 words

Leah's POV:

The cries. The breathing. The gasping.

"What? Was the joke that bad?"

"I'm gonna kill you." Rick says to Negan.

"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up."

"Not today, not tomorrow, but I'm gonna kill you."

"Jesus. Simon, what did he have, a knife?"

"Uh, he had a hatchet."

"A hatchet?"

"He had an ax."

"Simon's my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people that are still breathing? Oh. Or did I?" He shows the bloody bat and clicks his tongue. "Sure. Yeah. Give me his ax."

The man hands Negan the ax.

He stands up, putting the ax in his belt.

"I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me. If not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean, the ones that are left."

I sob as I watch Negan drag Rick into the RV. I look over at the blood, sobbing more.

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"It." He points his bat towards Abraham.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry." I gasp for air, sobs coming out instead.

"Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."

The bat lands a blow on Abraham's head and I let out a sob. He falls forward, but gets back up.

"Oh! Look at that! Taking it like a champ!"

"Suck... my... nuts..." Abraham sputters out before Negan lands another blow.

And another. Another. Another. Another.

"Did you hear that? He said,'suck my nuts.'" He hits him again.

And again. And again.

Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

"Oh, my goodness! Look at this!" He flicks the bat and blood splatters over a few of us.

"You guys, look at my dirty girl!" He motions towards his bat.

He walks up to Rosita, shoving the bat in her face.

"Sweetheart. Lay your eyes on this."

"Oh, damn. Were you– were you together? That sucks. But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red– and hell he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take... a damn... look. Take a damn look!"

Daryl stands up and attacks Negan.

His men pull him down quickly.

"Daryl!" Rick yells.

"No." Negan says. "Oh, no."

"That? Oh, my! That is a no-no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here."

"Do you want me to do it? Right here." Dwight points the crossbow at Daryl.

"No. No, you don't kill them, not until you try a little."