Our Wicked Ways •In editing•

Pessimistic

(DISCLAIMER- a whole lot of dialog, not much story. Blame Negan and the show.)

Echos. That's all I could hear, just loud aggressive echoes flowing to my ears. I didn't know where I was and I didn't recognise these sounds, I was scared. The emotion I never wanted to feel again, and I was certain this wasn't the end of this feeling.

I gradually manage to unweave my eyelashes, everything looking blurry and doubled. The only thing I could make out before shutting my eyes again were the bright lights shining through holes in this black abyss. 

The excruciating pain was still evident on my upper arm, and I could still feel the blood leaking from my wound. Although it stung more than anything I've ever experienced before, I was aware of the fact the bullet only grazed me, I was lucky in this case.

The lights seemed to get suddenly brighter, and I was too sore to even bother opening my eyes to see. I kept them shut and more shouting from strangers was present, along with movement on whatever I was laying on. A hostile hand grabbed me on my wound making my jerk forward and hiss at their actions. I was forcefully chucked onto the ground and onto my knees.

I eventually got used to the bright lights shining in front of my face, picking my head up and looking around. My whole body quaked with fear at the setting, my friends and family down on their knees like myself, about 6 tonnes of men herded around us armed and they were most likely saviours. 

I searched along my line of family and friends, they all had looks similar to how I was feeling and what I probably looked like. My attention was caught when I saw my brother near the end of the line. My heart sank, he shouldn't be here. After noticing this I let my body give out a quiet and soft sob.

"Look at this, a full boat." A man smirks in front  of us. He walks over to the RV directly in the middle, knocking onto the door quietly still facing us. "Time to meet the man."

The Man left the RVs entrance and walked to the side, going no further with what he was doing. In the dark area of the RV I managed to notice it's door opening, and a boot stepping down onto the ground.

There was silence, and I could see the cold breaths of air for the person hidden in the dark. But I knew who he was. He wasn't a boogie man like Daryl had said, he was a real horrible human being. And his name was Negan.

"Pissing our pants yet..." He slowly walked forward into the lights that the headlights of cars had produced. He definitely looked the part of the bad guy, and there was no wriggling ourselves out of this one. As I thought, we were going to have to pay a price. "Boy do I have a feeling we're getting close." 

He ambles around us, looking each and every one of us up and down before continuing. "Yeah, it's gonna be pee pee pants, city here real soon." He smirks.

I look over to my left seeing Michonne. She looked disorientated, shaky and a better fitting phrase horror-struck. It was the first time I had seen Michonne with her guard down, this is when you knew things were bad. To my right, I found Daryl who looked afraid but of course, he knew how to cover it, even at the worst moments he still knew how to keep himself strong. I felt some sort of comfort knowing I had them beside me, but I knew it wasn't enough. If I were in danger no one could help me.

"Which one of you pricks is the leader?" His raspy voice calls, looking around at us once more. Myself, flicking my eyes away once our glances connected.

"It's this one." I didn't need to look up to know it was one of Negans men, nor know that he was pointing to my father. "That's the guy."

I glance up slightly, looking over once Negan sighs going over to my Dad, a strange bat swung over his shoulder. Once I looked closer at the weapon I realised that the materials weren't just constructed with wood but, had barbed wire snuck around in a downward spiral. This made me sick to the bone, just making it clearer that we made a very, very bad move.