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CHAPTER TWENTY: THE DAY WILL COME WHEN YOU WON'T BE
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EVEN JUST LOOKING at Negan, Melanie could tell that he was a powerful man and an arrogant one. He carried himself like he just knew that he was going to win no matter what and based on what Melanie had seen so far that day, he was going to win. Looking at him, Melanie was scared. Even kneeling beside Carl, she was scared but she was also incredibly angry at Negan. Melanie glared at Negan as he smirked arrogantly at the group of scared people all kneeling in front of him like he was a King or a God.
"Pissing our pants, yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're gettin' close. Yep, it's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon." Negan pointed around to the group. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?"
The Savior from before pointed to Rick, "It's this one. He's the guy."
Negan walked up to Rick and sighed, "Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan." Melanie was right. Negan was one person but his followers all called themselves Negan as well. Melanie thought it was sick. "And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes." Negan gave Rick a smile that made chills go down Melanie's spine. "Yes, you are."
Just based on what happened at the outpost, Melanie knew that Negan was dead serious. Melanie took deep breaths as her anxiety crept up on her. She was terrified, more terrified than she had been in a long time. Something horrible was about to happen and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it.
"You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order, and the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention," Negan started. He took his baseball bat off his shoulder and put it near Rick's face making him flinch slightly as Negan smirked. "Give me your shit... or I will kill you."
Negan stepped away from Rick and started to address the entire group, walking around to them, "Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do." Negan pointed his bat at Rick. "You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job. Now, I know, that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it, you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are fucked, more fucked if you don't do what I want, and what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door, you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand?"
