Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Seventy Five.

Sarah;

As soon as I was put in their vehicle, Negan's vehicle to be precise, I was blindfolded after both he and Dwight climbed in on either side of me. 

"Just a precaution. Can't have you telling your group where we are." Negan said and due to how close we were, I could feel the cold leather of his jacket on my arm. 

"Did you get the picture before we left?" Negan asked and for a second, I thought he was talking to me but a man up front answered him. 

"I sure did." 

"Great." 

The journey was painfully silent after that and there was no way I could have any idea where we were going but soon the road became bumpy and I felt a weird sensation creeping upon me.

Oh dear god, please not now. I tried everything to try and keep it at bay but when I felt it coming up my throat, I knew I had to do something. 

"Excuse me," I whispered, clearing my throat, "Uhm, could we maybe pull over?" 

The same man who said he had taken the photograph snorted, "And why would we do that?"

"Well, if you don't, there's a great possibility that I'm going to throw up in your car." 

"Simon, pull over." Neagan muttered and when we came to a halt, the blindfold was taken off and he climbed out, me following.

Seconds later, I was bent over, hands on my knees as I threw up. 

"Nasty." Negan said once I was done and I leant my head back and looked up at the sky, "You done?" 

"I think so," I nodded, "Sorry." 

After getting back in the car, the blindfold was replaced and we were on our way again but it didn't take very long before we stopped again.

We must be here.  

The blindfold was taken off me again and there was a screech as a gate is shut behind us and in front, there was a factory. 

Their base.

"Welcome to the Sanctuary." Negan said, clapping his hands. 

I climbed out of the vehicle behind him and stared up at the large building, uneasiness creeping into my stomach.

"Okay," Negan said again, "Let's get this shit unloaded and inside. Gonna be dark soon and I want to stick the wood in at least a couple of the wives before catching some Zs."

At least a couple? How many did he have?

He looked down at me, "Dwight, take our guest to the cells. I'll be down for a chat later." 

Dwight's hand came down on my shoulder and he started to lead me towards the large door. 

"What the-"

I instinctively dropped to the ground when gunfire came from behind us and I turned to see some of the Saviours dropping to the floor dead.

"Carl." I breathed when he jumped off the truck, pointing his gun at the remaining men. 

"Where's Negan?" he said loudly, "I only want him. He has my friend. He killed another. Where is he?!" 

I scrambled up from the ground but I got grabbed, stopping me from doing anything and I watched in horror as Dwight approached him when the gun ran out of ammo. He threw the gun to the ground and kicked the teen in the stomach. 

"No!" I yelled, struggling against my restrainers, "No, don't hurt him! Please!" 

"Dwight!" Negan barked, "Dwight, back off! The hell you think you're doing? Beating up a defenceless kid? And you, let her go. She isn't going to try anything." 

The man let me go and I quickly made my way over to Carl, pushing past Dwight to help him up. 

"Are you okay?" I breathed, "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"I wasn't letting him get away with it." 

Negan laughed, rubbing his jaw, "Jesus kid. Know somethin? You scare the shit outta me."

"Come on," Dwight grumbled, grabbing my arm again, "Let's move." 

Carl protested as I was dragged away but the large metal door clanging shut behind Dwight and I silenced him. 

**

He practically threw me into the cell, where there was nothing but a window. 

"The Boss'll be down soon." Dwight said and then left, slamming the door behind him. 

I immediately moved to the window, desperate to see if I could see Carl and Negan but I couldn't. All I could see was that there were walkers everywhere; stuck on sharp sticks, hanging from chains and the only way anyone was getting close to the entrance gate, was if they were in a car. 

Smart. 

I ran my hands through my hair as I sunk down onto the floor. I couldn't believe that Carl had stowed away in their truck, that he was here. I didn't really know how I could find out if he was okay. 

"It'll be okay," I murmured to myself, "He...he said that he wouldn't hurt anyone else if I came with him. And I did. I came." 

Maybe Daryl was right. Maybe he wouldn't keep his word and go back to Alexandria and do what he threatened to do earlier. 

I spent a good time before he came down pacing the small space, jumping when the bolt on the door slid open. 

"Sorry about that," Negan said quietly, "I had deal with the kid."

"Is he okay?" I asked, moving to stand in front of him, "Did you hurt him?"

"He's fine." he answered, "Actually, he's right outside. Holding onto my baby." 

"Can...can I see him?" I whispered, "For my own peace of mind. Please?" 

He examined me closely, letting out a sigh, "Fine. But to be honest, I don't know how you'll react. Kid, get in here." 

My hand covered my mouth as Carl came around the corner, holding the bat gingerly in his hands and he wouldn't look me in the eye. His bandage had been removed; the full extent of his injury being in view for me to see for the first time since it happened. 

"I'll take her from you." Negan said, taking the bat back, "I don't like being without her for two long. I'll give you two a moment before you," he pointed to me, "Get to work." 

Once he had retreated from the cell, I quickly pull Carl into a hug and he starts to cry on my shoulder, "Did he hurt you?" 

"No," he whispered, "Just made me do this." 

"Carl," I said quietly, "Is he taking you home?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know, Negan says he wants to show me who they are; what they have here. What about you? Are you okay?" 

"Don't you worry about me." I smile, "I'll be fine." 

When Negan said a moment, he really meant a moment because he was soon back in here with us, his hand on Carl's shoulder, "You've seen him, he's fine. Like I said. Dwight's gonna be by in a minute to take you down to the stock room. You'll be doing inventory for us." 

Carl then left the cell and then Negan followed while I sat down on the ground. 

All I could do was wait.