My hands and feet went numb as they carried me all the way to a building. I passed out shortly after they put me in a cell of all the blood flowing through my head. They ate sandwiches with mustard on them tomatoes and lettuce. They sat there and watch me. I couldn't figure out why out of all the things that they could be doing, they sat there and watched me. I wasn't anything unusual. I was a human being. I was a woman. Maybe that's what it was. They've never seen a girl before. Not since the start. A man comes up to the cell, takes his gun and drags it across the bars making loud echoing sound. I stare at him dead in the eye as he smiles widely.
"You know Negan is going to enjoy you. Yeah. He's going to like you a lot." The man bites his lip.
"Negan? I thought he was dead." Everyone started laughing, cackling and falling out of their seats as I look at them frightened and confused.
"We are all Negan." The man says as he wipes away a fake tear they're laughter dies down as I take the information slowly. We are all Negan? I didn't understand what he meant by that but soon it was becoming Nightfall. I had to use the bathroom no doubt about that. I haven't peed since I left before we went on the run with Denise. Denise. She didn't deserve to die. She had a future going for her. And she knew so much more information about the human body that I barely knew. What is Tara going to think? Tara was on a two-week run with Heath and by the time she gets back. I don't know what to tell her. It was soon morning and I still had to pee. I don't think I slept one bit. But the men did.
"Hey!" I shout as Dwight comes up to the door.
"What?" He asked annoyed. As if I ruined his dream.
"I have to pee." I tell him.
"Brian. Take her around back and let her go pee. Take your gun. She's a feisty one." Dwight licks his lips as I gulp.
The man unlock my cell and sticks a gun to my back as we walk outside. We stop up against the building as he rested his gun on my back.
"Go ahead."
"Really no privacy?" I asked annoyed. He presses the gun harder against my back. Now's my chance. I unzip my pants as I turn around shove the gun to the ground. He whips out his knife and swings it across me as I thought quickly. I run and get the gun and hold it up against him.
Target. Fight.
"Come on girl, we can talk this out." The guy smiles.
"Yeah, you're right. Drop the knife." I tell him sternly.
"Okay, sweetheart." The guy places the knife on the ground. I lean forward and pick it up. I ran up to him and stabbed him in the head. Thankfully he didn't scream or yell out in pain as I stabbed him again over and over and over again.
I then take off through the woods trying to find my path back to Alexandria. It was harder to find some sort of track since these men were coming in and out of this building daily. So I went to look for the railroad tracks again. Shortly after I found them I followed them all the way to Alexandria. It was later in the day, almost as if it was lunch time. Car rushes passed me on the road as I watch from the woods. I follow it quickly all the way up to Alexandria as they get let inside the gates. Rick gets out of the car and talks to Abraham. He was on gate Duty. Abraham isn't usually on gate Duty. I work my way up to the gate as Rick's eyes widen. Abraham opens the gate as I stumble forward Rick grabs on to me.
"Short stuff?" Abraham asked.
"Yeah, I'm here. No bites no worries." I say out of breath.
"The hell happened to you?" Rick asked.
"The savior's. I think that's who they are. It was the man who ambushed Daryl. It was that guy. They took me on the run yesterday. He has at least 20 people at this building. And he looks like he's in charge. Rick, Negan is still alive." I tell him. Rick looks down at my pants as I realized they were still unzipped.
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FanficTarget, you needed to worry about. You have to focus on it. Either your target to kill or your goal to work with. Just hope you don't miss. Fight, I had to fight to survive, forget and trust. Fight for survival, that's what the world has become. Wet...