You Can't Choose Your Family

Faces

I stopped listening to what Negan was saying. I could only focus on the faces of everyone kneeling in front of him. The man on the end was only looking at his wife. He had zero concern for himself. The women next to him kept her eyes glued to Negan's every move. The man next to her that was covered in blood looked strong. He kept looking from Negan to his group then back. When Negan was in front of him he did not seem afraid. The woman on his other side was like him. Although on her I could see more anger. She mostly kept her head down and looking towards Rick. The redheaded man was next in the line. He stayed tall on his knees. I could tell by how he stood he was a military man. This sick woman looked like she was ready to faint. She was strong though in how she held herself up. She almost never too her eyes off the ground. Rick, their leader was shaking. He was already broken by seeing the group that he led fall apart in the hands of Negan. His face was frozen in fear. He was nervous for his son. The woman next to them was from in the RV. She seemed strong like the redheaded man. She knelt tall but I could easily tell that she was afraid. The next man was nervous but mostly was looking at his group somewhat avoiding Negan. The boy did not seem scared. He had a bandage over his eye, and mostly kept his focus on Rick. The last man there was the man who was here when I arrived. He was scared most of all. He had seen everyone in his group get placed into Negan's trap. How could anyone force this much fear into anyone. But yet someone could. Negan could. "So, now." Negan paused. "I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you. This- this is Lucille." I looked away. Lucille. I couldn't fight back the tears.
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Lucille. Lucille was my mother's name. How could Negan do this. She had died of cancer. Lucille had woken up as a walker though. We didn't get to say goodbye. Negan thought this would be his memory of her. It was a shit filled memory.

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"No! No!" I hear the man on the end scream and Negan threatened to kill his wife. He ran towards Negan to stop him, but was pushed to the ground by Dwight and began to kick him. "Stop it!" I heard his wife yell to Dwight, as he pointed a crossbow to his head. "God--!" I heard the man groan as he was pulled back in line. "Nope. Nope, get him back in line." Negan said to him. "No." I heard the man repeating. "Don't. Don't." he sobbed. "All right, listen. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free. It's an emotional moment, I get it." Negan paused for a moment and smiled at their tears. "Sucks, don't it? The moment you realize you don't know shit. This is your kid, right?" Negan said pointing to the boy. I looked away. What if it were me and Logan? How could he do that to anyone? "Just stop this!" "Hey!" the yelling refocused my attention. "Do not make me kill the little future serial killer." Negan said to Rick. Negan began to whistle. "I got an Idea." Negan paused. "Einie..." He pointed his bat at Rick's head. "Meenie..." now pointing the sick woman. I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch what i knew would happen next. "Miney... mo... catch... a tiger... by... his toe... If... he hollers... let him go... My mother... told me... to pick... the very best one... and you... are... IT." I froze. "You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doing that." I heard Negan's bat I couldn't bear to see who it was. To see what he had done. "Oh! Look at that. Taking it like a champ."