Runaway Home - The Walking Dead, Fan-fiction (soon to be 3rd & final edit!)

Chapter 3: Not In Vegas

"You say half, Goddammit! Give it back!" Denise yelled raising a gun at the saviour standing in front of her.

"Please don't misunderstand my associate madam I assure you if you reference your accounting of what drugs you had on hand Before our arrival. you'll find that no more than half remains."

"All the aspirin, all the penicillin, all the cold medicine. But anything serious, Morphine, Oxycontin, anything we might need and anything that can be abused! He's taken all that!" Dr Cloyd Shouts Angrily, gun still raised.

"The fact remains he's taken less than half of you medicine stockpiles." Negan stated calmly walking closer.

"Not yet he hasn't!"

"Denise! Put the gun Down!" Rick shouts.

"Rick?" Denise reluctantly lowers the gun "You can let them do this. If something serious happens, like what happened to Carl. I won't be able to do anything! We need this stuff."

"Negan listen..." Rick attempts to negotiate.

"Stop right there! Your big walls are all the medicine you need. Deals a deal, we're taking half. Unless you want my men to do another pass, pick out some Soft Goods?"

Rick lets of a sigh of defeat "No. It's okay take it..."

"Well then I guess we'll be going. Thanks so much for your time. See you laters Alligators" As Negan turns to leave, he remembers that he left Lucille, his baseball bat, with Rick. "Oh wait... How careless of me. You don't think I'd leave Lucille do you? And after what she did why would you want her?" Negan retrieves the bat from Rick "Thank you friend for being so accommodating. & In case you haven't caught on, I just slid my dick down your throat and you thanked me for it."

Negan and The Saviours depart along with the seized medication, as Rick informs Denise along with everyone else that Negan is now in charge! Stating that anybody can leave the Safe-Zone if they are not satisfied with the new world order. He says the community should gather up their resources into one place for Negan's next visit, before heading back up to finish speaking with Amber

Rick walked back in the room, Amber still in the closet. "Where is she?" Daryl nods at the closet, Rick storms over bout to open the door, when Amber stepped out. Pale faced but her expression was calm, un-phased. "Why, is it important to hide you? what aren't you telling us...?"

Dixon still sat on the over side of the room watching Rick & Amber.

"I killed half of his crew.... He doesn't let people cross him get away & he'd kill anyone that even tries to help a traitor like me. I've seen what he's capable of.. It's, it's not good." her voice shook a little at the end.

"how many..?" Ricks voice lowered

"2 dozen, maybe more ...I didn't keep count." Amber trailed of removing her eye's from Ricks stare.

"Why?!" Daryl asked

Amber glanced over at him sat on the arm of the chair then back at Rick for a second sighing she closed her eyes "I can't tell you." before looking at the floor where Ku stood beside her wagging his tail.

Rick hands on his head in frustration "Aaron's waiting for you downstairs" Amber glares at Dixon as she leaves the room.

few moments later rick says to Daryl "Doesn't like you very much, does she?"

"I may have threatened to hand her over to him... I was just, testing 'er you know, see 'er reaction..."

"...And?"

"...She Passed..." he said as he got up to leave, slinging his cross bow over his shoulder as he left. This girl is guna be trouble...

Down stairs Aaron was stood outside holding an ice pack to his face "hey.. You've got a strong right hook you know that?"