TWD One Shot

Simon Says

Silence fills the air, the only sounds heard are silent sniffles, and short gasps of air. The group of eleven survivors are kneeled, in front of over a hundred armed men. Each of them racking their brain on how they are going to get out of this situation. They had been lured in and trapped, like animals in a cage.

The men behind them stood proud, with their shoulders squared. As if, they knew nothing could touch them, and that they had the upper hand. 

All eyes remained glued to the man in the middle, who was stepping out of an RV. "Pissing our pants yet?" Negan grinned, as he began to saunter towards the group. 

Rick knew there wasn't anything he could do, besides plead. They were surrounded with men, who were loaded down with weapons. Not only that, but there is no way they would be able to run, with Maggie's condition. He knew his luck had ran out, and at the worst time. 

The one thing he didn't account for, was that everyone had their eyes on Negan, and his own group. No one was keeping watch, looking out into the trees, or even turning their head for a quick glance. They were all hypnotized by the scene in front of them. 

That was his first mistake. 

With all the attention on Negan, no one noticed when a slender hand wrapped quietly, but quickly around the man's mouth. He was so far towards the back of the group, he couldn't be seen in the headlights. But before he could make a sound, a knife was forced into his temple. After laying his body silently on the ground, they move to the next savior. 

The next victim was slightly larger, so they simply tapped his shoulder, and as he turned, he was met with a blade through the eye. Laying him down quietly, they once again moved to the next. 

The once quiet night, was now filled with Negan's voice, patronizing the eleven victims. He found joy in their fear. He paced back and forth, making sure everyone could see him. 

That was his second mistake.

About a half a mile away from the large crowd, no one could catch the gleam of the sniper rifle, perched on a tree branch. They couldn't see the finger inching closer to the trigger. The sniper had their sights set directly between two brown eyes. 

Negan raises his bat, and says, "Eenie."

Four bodies are lowered to the ground.

"Meenie."

Six more lowered.

"Miney."

Ten more.

"Mo."

Twelve. 

Negan continues his childish rhyme, as his group gets thinner and thinner. No one has realized, that they are surrounded by their own dead men. 

Fifteen.

Finally, Negan has chosen. He stands before Abraham, and starts to warn the group. "Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start."

Five.

"You can breath,"

Four.

"you can blink,"

Three.

"you can cry."

Two.

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

One.

As Negan lifts the bat, the group's breath hitches, terrified for what they're about to witness.