His Little Secret

Chapter Fourteen

"Carl. His name was Carl." Daryl stated softly and I looked up at him with a curious look. "He was fifteen...Rick, the leader of our group's son." he continued, and I felt my stomach drop as I remembered my first meeting with Negan.

"You have to hurry, Jacob! The biters are gaining on us," I called back frantically at my younger brother, and I could hear his breathy pants as he moved to catch up. He was sixteen, and already passed me in height, but due to his asthma running was becoming risky for him.

"I don't see them anymore, Rue. Maybe they-" his terrified cry interrupted his words, and I turned to see that a biter had knocked him over. "Jacob!" I screamed, no longer caring if I'm heard as I stabbed the walker in the head before kicking it away.

I knelt down, "Are you hurt?" I asked him frantically, and he shook his head. "Nah, just a scratch." I let out a relieved sigh, pulling him into a tight hug as a new voice spoke out. "Well....would you look at that. How fucking sweet."

I turned to face the voice, finding a large man carrying a bat, his expression one of sickening amusement. "Who are you?" I asked the stranger, pushing my brother behind me, and the man chuckled. "Negan, and how about you princess? What's your name?"

I gulped trying to find my voice before croaking out a reply. "Ruthie. This is my brother Jacob." He moved closer, and suddenly there were three more men that appeared out of the darkness. Negan looked to my brother. Who was holding the small scratch on his arm. "Can someone do something about the boy? We saw him go down for fuck's sake."

Do something about the boy?.... No, he couldn't mean that, right? Oh, but he did. I watched as his men picked up my brother, dragging him away from me, and I let out a scream. "He wasn't bit! Let go of him, please!" I begged as one of the men pulled out his gun. "He's infected sweetheart, bitten or not." Negan stated, and the sound of the gun going off echoed through my ears as I let out a scream.

"Ruthie?" Daryl's voice brought me back to reality, and I blinked before letting out a shaky breath, standing up. "I'm so sorry....I have to go," I stated softly, and without another word I hurried out of the room.