Kneel For Negan

Who Are You?

Warnings: Language 

Words: 1902

"Who the hell are you?" Scooting back on the ground, you glide your bottom all the way across the cold cement floor before your feel your back hit the wall behind you. "I don't want any trouble, I-I was just searching..." 

"Searching for what, girl?" The strange man takes a step closer, casting his shadow over you. He was scary looking, half of his face was noticeably burned which also made half of his scalp bald and the other half stringy with nasty blonde hair. He wasn't alone, of course, accompanied by three or four other grimsley looking men who stood side-by-side with various melee weapons ranging from a spear to a pocket knife. "Maybe I could be of help. By that I mean, I can help you find what you're looking for and then you'll kindly hand it over to me." 

It was shocking how rude and upfront this man was as if he didn't care who you were, what your story was or why you were alone. It was as if his main goal was to take what you currently have or what you were going to get. 

"Look, please just leave me alone. I'll just be on my way, we can forget we even ran into eachother!" A nervous laugh escapes the back of your throat, although you were on the verge of tears. 

He squats down, not taking his eyes off of you. "No, no that's not how we work sweetheart. Now I think you best tell me what you were searching for." 

Your lip trembled as you attempted to form the words that were stuck in your throat, the only weapon you had on you was a handgun with a couple of bullets and a small pocket knife - there was no way you'd be able to take on all of them at once. 

"I was just looking for some flowers," when he rolled his eyes, you continued before he could call you a liar, "healing flowers. I'm a herbalist, I grow and produce herbal remedies - I guess you could call me a medic in a sort of sense. I was out searching for some daisies, violets, lilacs and some other exotic flowers because they're key ingrediants to my herbal potions." 

Truthfully, you had been out searching for some spare parts to bring back to your colony so that weapons could be created, but if you came across some flowers there was no way you would just let them be - you were telling the truth when you said that you were a herbalist. 

He eyed you skeptically for a moment, trying to read through your lies. "A fucking herbalist?" A smile starts to spread across his lips, he turns his head towards the other men. "She's a herbalist! Is that even a profession?"

The men start chuckling, throwing out insults and mockery towards your frightened figure. Never have you ran into a group who seemed so... malicious... in the time the apocalypse has started - and you've had your fair share of difficult groups. 

"Y-yes it is a proffession - 

"What in the fucking hell is taking you mindless fucks so long?!" A gruff voice bellows. 

Looking past the squatted man, the door to the RV that they came in swung open and an older man stepped out. It was noticeable that he was older, a husky salt and pepper beard with a little darker mustache. He was wearing a black jacket that seemed to be a little tight along with a red scarf, his pants seemed to sag a some, (or was it his belt?) but what stuck out most to you was the bat that he was holding, it was wrapped in barbed wire? 

"She says she's a herbalist." The squatting man stands up, putting his hands on his hips. "I don't know if we should trust her." 

"A fucking what?" He asks, looking at the man before redirecting his attention towards you. "Aw look at you, why are you so scared girl? Were my men too harsh on you or what?"