"I don't sing when I'm told, I sing when I have something to say"
Priscilla Fellowes, once a talented performer before the apocalypse, crosses paths with a group of survivors. With her unique skills and resilience, she becomes an invaluable ally to...
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FLASHBACK
"Alright! We got a full boat, so let's meet the man."
A knock reverberated through the RV as the door swung open, revealing a figure shrouded in darkness. A bat wrapped in barbed wire rested casually on his shoulder, catching the moonlight, while his leather jacket gleamed ominously. With a smug smirk, he stepped out purposefully, his presence enough to make the group before him tremble.
"Pissin' our pants yet?"
His voice boomed confidently, and Daryl glanced around at the group, noting an unfamiliar expression on Rick's face: fear.
This was Negan, the name that had haunted their conversations for weeks. The sight worsened Daryl's already pounding heart, the throbbing ache of his shoulder wound amplified.
The rest of the group mirrored his unease; Maggie's quivering form caught his attention amidst the palpable tension.
He strode forward, each step crunching on the gravel beneath his boots. "Boy, do I have a feelin' we're gettin' close," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement and menace.
Like a predator circling its prey, he moved around the group, his smile revealing a dimple that accentuated his unsettling delight. "Yep, gonna be pee-pee pant city here, real soon," he remarked, his voice low and menacing as he continued to assess the group, the smile never leaving his face.
Daryl almost scoffed at the words but held back, knowing that provoking this man could only lead to more trouble. His eyes scanned the perimeter for any sign of escape, but the men surrounding them with guns and stoic expressions left no room for hope.
Negan's hand extended as he pointed at the group. "Which one of you pricks is the leader?" he demanded. Daryl's gaze locked onto Rick, whose face betrayed a mix of shock and apprehension.
"It's this one," one of Negan's men declared, pointing directly at Rick. Negan focused on Rick with intense scrutiny. "Hi," he greeted in a low, menacing tone. "You're Rick, right? I'm Negan." His confirmation sent a chill through everyone present. "And I do not appreciate you killin' my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people."
Rick's eyes remained fixed on the man before him, whose smirk persisted despite the gravity of the situation. Daryl felt the weight of their predicament settling in as Negan spoke, each word dripping with menace. "Not cool," Negan repeated, his gaze sweeping over the group. "You have no idea how not cool that shit is."
Daryl glanced downward, rolling his eyes at Negan's theatrics. He wished the man would just get on with it and spare them the torment of his rambling.
Negan's smile widened, revealing his teeth. "Yes, you are," he affirmed, his voice low and deliberate. "You see, Rick, whatever you do, wherever you are, you don't mess with the new world order. The new world order is this!" He gestured around with a flourish. "And it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it."
