The man came back into the room and walked over to me.
"Come with me."
I can't believe this...
I stood up and followed him into a room, and he shut the door behind us. The room had a bed, a coffee table, and a few couches in it. There was a bouquet of freshly picked flowers sitting on the table in a glass vase. One flower was beginning to rot, its petals lay on the table.
He walked over to a shelf on the wall and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. It looked like whiskey.
He grabbed a couple of glasses, and poured the alcohol into them.
He brought the cups to the table and motioned for me to sit on the couch across from him.
I sat down, ignoring the glass.
"So... What can you tell me about yourself?" He said with that creepy as hell smile on his face. I could feel sweat on my forehead. "I'm not telling you anything!" My hands were shaking as I spoke, so I tucked them into my hoodie pocket. He could see I was serious so he stood up, and sat down beside me.
I could smell the alcohol in his breath, it made me gag. He put his arm on the back of the couch behind me, and smiled. "I'm Negan." He said with a smile. "I'm the leader of this place, i hope you're enjoying your stay here." He stroked my cheek with his hand. I brought my hand up pushing his away.
I looked over at the shelf, and saw a photograph of a woman. She was very beautiful, with wavy brown hair, and the brightest green eyes. I stood up and walked over to it, grabbing it and turned to him. "Who's this?"
A pained look cross his face. Well this is new...
He stood up and snatched the photograph from my hands.
What the hell is going on? I thought to myself nervously as I stood there in front of him. He looked slightly sad. Is this a weakness I've found...?
*
I figured it out, it must've been his wife. She must've passed away.
He turned to me, a saddened look on his face. "Her name was Lucille. She.. She passed of cancer before the apocalypse... I..." He said. Then, he set the photograph down, and picked up a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. A maniacal smile appearing on his face. "I named my bat Lucille... so that I could remember her..." He looked Frightening.
A.. A bat? Why a bat??
I wasn't going to ask why, he might kill me or something. He really scares me.
I was nervous, he seemed like an unpredictable guy...
He paused, looking at me. "She's always with me now, even after her death...." That word, death triggered something in his eyes, I could see it. His two sides were fighting each other, the empathetic side winning. A tear slid down his cheek. "I wish she could see how I've survived. How I've become a fearless leader.... But she'd say I'm nothing but a monster." He paused exhaling deeply, as he sat down on the couch across from me. "She was different than me. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her."
Suddenly it seemed like a switch in his brain was flipped and that scary smile returned. What's wrong with this guy......?
He looks at me, his dark eyes twinkling with some demented form of joy. "How 'bout you tell me something about you now?" My whole body tenses up as I manage to spit out a sentence. "My name is (y/n). That's all I'm telling you.." I say as I stand up. He rushes over, grabbing my arm.
"Well fine then, back to the room you go. Maybe I can get cha to talk later." He says winking at me. I angrily look away, my body tense and rigid.
I wish I could go home....
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