Negan Fanfiction X The Walking Dead

The Long Trail To Hell

Sophia's P.O.V

I have finally lost track of how long I've been walking along this bloody trail of dead walkers. The place seems so dull and morbid, nevermind the bright green trees and blue sky.

Sometimes I look at the walkers eyes and try to imagine the life they had before this.

How did it come to this?

I am tired. Well, exhausted, is the better word to describe how I feel. Or, fed-up.

I am sick of hearing the group complaining. Complaining about the weather, our lack of food and water, how we have no plan for our future.

Right now I don't even see a future.

How can we make a plan when we have no idea where we are, who is around and what we could possibly do.

I am so sick of them, even hearing their footsteps crunching the leaves gets on my nerves.

I don't trust them either. I only met them two weeks ago and already, I have seen nothing but their cruel side.

Not too long ago, we passed a group of innocent people, looking for a safer place to stay. They looked horrified, sick and shaken.

I particularly remember one woman, Maggie, who looked incredibly pale and fragile. She was pregnant and in desperate need of rest and food.

(Flashback)
I remember all of us sitting down around a fire we made and this man, Eugene, was telling us a story about how they ended on this trail to nowhere.

Maggie had a husband, Glenn. A sister, Beth, and a loving father, Hershal. All of them who were killed maliciously.
I wasn't surprised to see her in such a state. We have all lost people. We could all relate. But with a baby on the way, it was no helping factor.

They told me that they were at this camp. There was a man called Negan who controlled this group of men and basically killed Maggie's husband and another friend of theirs, Abraham.

Two women named Sasha and Michonne, looking physically strong and in a more healthy state, were recalling their memories. The memories they all had together before this incident. It was lighthearted but sorrowful.

They described Negan as a sadistic, ruthless man. He was notorious for his bat, 'Lucille', which had metal wire wrapped around it, and used as a lethal weapon. Apparently Negan killed both Abraham and Glenn with his bat. Right infront of everyone.

There was also a kid in this group called Carl. He wasn't that much younger than me and only had one eye, but he was so much more braver than any kid I have ever met. After everything he's been through, he's still keeping the group in tact, especially his father.

Rick looked distraught. Shaken.

I don't know how else to put it apart from the fact that I can't seem to forget all of their expressions.

They were struggling and in need of help but instrad, the group I am with turned against them.

The morning after we all slept around the fire, Rick asked if him and his group could tag along and rest with us until they were ready to go seperate ways.

Kate, the group leader, who also worked as a nurse, did not appreciate the fact that Rick wanted us to supply him and his group and then let them leave and carry on with their lives.

She wanted them to either stay with us and share what we have but work for it, or for them to leave and starve.

The group all sided with Kate and I clearly had no say.