ELEANOR . NEGAN

021.

Chaos erupted in seconds when the realisation hit the pair. There was walkers from the inside due to the blood laced on the bullets. Daryl and Elle didn't get the chance to spread the word before they had to fight. This is Simon's way of thinning numbers.

Elle heard a woman scream in utter terror and ran over to see her holding off two walkers. In seconds, she ran towards them and pressed the knife between one's skull while she bashed the other one against the wall. It wasn't as... mundane as she should've put it, but she had no other weapon.

"Everyone get to that room!" She shouted, her voice booming across the house. "Now!" People were scared, and some were crying, but she'd rather that than death.

Pulling out the knife from the jagged skull, she spun around and planted another jab into a walkers jaw, the blade sending upwards through the brain.

"What's going on?" Michonne bellowed.

"Walkers!" Daryl responded from the balcony above.

Elle pulled the knife out from his skull and sighed, "They've laced the fucking bullets. Their weapons! It's all walkers blood."

Rick and Michonne gave a quick glance, a secret be safe as they went into their own directions. It wasn't long until Eleanor and Carol was outside, while Glenn and Maggie fought them off in the caravans.

She missed fighting.

Eleanor had the knife in a strong grip and was slicing walkers from left and right. She should've had some sympathy, but logically speaking, they needed people to live.

People needed to fucking survive.

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The scrapyard was empty, and silent. Something Jadis was not at all comfortable with. She was out for revenge when her whole group was murdered, how she had to use blood to pretend she was dead... just to survive.

But she got her payback. Right fucking now. With Lucille in her own hand, and this almighty leader wrapped in rope. Only problem? It was the wrong person. Simon was going behind Negan's back way before he ever even knew.

Now, he was tied for the mistake of his supposedly right-hand-man, although he still deserved what's coming for him.

"Leave those pictures alone." Jadis said, loud and clear.

Negan smirked, "I figured they meant something to you. Especially considering this is it, right? I mean, it's not like you can just pop around the corner and order yourself some prints." He huffed. "So, I'm gonna ask you one more time. What the shit?! I mean... this? This is how you kill people?"

He was acting the same way anyone else would act when you see a walker mutated to be a weapon in the creepiest ways ever. "With that thing? Slowly?"

Jadis was getting angrier, maybe Negan just had that effect. "No. People are a resource. Move the flare away... please. They're all I have left, they're all this place has left. You took my world, everything." Negan looked away for a second. "You took away me."

He felt sorry. He did. And he didn't know why. He did know why. "My wife's name was Lucille. She... she got me through. I didn't give her shit, and she got me through. Just life. Regular life." He frowned. "The bat... the bat got me through this. So I named it after her. That's it. Nothing more to do with her than that. But, it is the last little piece of her that I got left." He clutched his eyes closed and rolled his head along his shoulders. "Sort of like these snaps for you, huh?"