Negan's Recruit

Chapter 1: Meeting Negan

Today was my first day with the Saviors. Mainly a group full of men who all call themselves Negan. The camp was fucking huge! They had nice rooms, prisoner cells, a bar, crops, pretty much anything you really need. I walked down the long dark hallways passing men and some women, trying to find the leader, Negan. The main Negan.

I've heard all of his cruel and savage ways, the head bashing, cold hard punishments of music playing while your held up in cells, and even being out to death and left on the fence of the camp as a walker, but honestly you need someone in charge. To set people straight, but from the darker stories...it seems a bit much.

I came here alone. I've lost everyone I've ever loved. My family...My friends. I've witnessed all of their deaths. Every single one leaving a black spot on my heart, until one day I became closed off. Emotionless almost. My heart couldn't handle it anymore, I've fallen in a deep dark hole of stupid ass depression. One I can't just climb out and be free. It feels more complicated.
After making my way down some stairs and through a couple of dark hallways I managed to reach Negans door. I stood there taking some breaths to calm my nerves.

Please let this be a place I can call home...

*Knock knock*

"Mm, come in!"

I opened the door and as soon as I did my old personality came out. Usually I get told my personality lightens the mood, or it just helps calm my nerves. I walked in and looked toward the man named Negan, and noticed his tall slender figure. He wore a black leather jacket, and some grey pants. He had a bat covered in barbed wire in his right hand slightly swinging it around playfully. He looked exited and...a bit creepy.

Not wasting any time I went ahead and introduced myself .

"I'm Katherine. Very nice to meet you Negan." I stood in the middle of the room with him about a few feet away from me. The situation was a bit weird and awkward. I made my way towards his bed, suddenly felt like laying down. Maybe if I did this it would make me feel at ease more? "Mind if I...?" I continued

Negan's eyes held pure amusement as he smiled darkly at me,"oh, make yourself at home."

I jumped on the bed and layed my arms underneath my head and relaxed. This conversation already felt tiring. It seemed so weird. He was quite intimidating.

"So your the new little recruit possibly joining us? Isn't that right?" He moved my right leg off the bed so he could sit.

"Yup. I'm ready to join. Maybe grab some drinks, rest my ass on some nice warm pillows and dream about sex. Haven't had that shit in a while."

Negan chuckled darkly at my statement and looked towards the door, then back at me. "Ahhh... well the bar's open all night. Maybe you could catch a few big fish."

I smiled,"Big fish?"

"Cock, sweetheart." Negan laughed along wickedly.

I laughed along with him enjoying his company a little, but the fucker was still weird.

"You know..." I said

"Yesss..." Negan said lowly with an evil smile.

"You're creepy as shit." I said as a true fact.

Negan jumped up with his bat, Lucille, and laughed with a really deep husky tone. "I like you recruit!" He pointed his bat at me.

"Glad you do. I have no where else to go." I hopped off the bed and faced Negan square on. He leaned forward more and whispered in my ear,"You are welcome to stay." He pulled back and started intently at me.

"Awesome. I'll just go get my room set up. Nice to meet you Negan." I nodded my head and excused myself from his room.