The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 3. Dingy

                             .:3rd Person POV:.
          After Negan had assisted Simon in stuffing Reagan into the back seat of one of the car, Negan continued on "working" with the (Rick's) group. While Simon had hopped into the driver's seat, entering the small golden key, and started up the ignition. A small gruff emitted out of his caterpillar covered lip. " Poor kid, probably will make ya into one of his wives." He mumbled softly, then stepped on the gas pedal, before quickly realizing that he'd forgotten to cover Reagan's eyes. " S***, sorry little lady, no exceptions." Simon grumbled whilst grasping a long maroon bandana, " Can't have you knowing where we live." He said, then proceeded to wrap the bandana around Reagan's eyes in order to block her view so, if she were to wake up, she wouldn't be able to see the path towards the Santuary.

.: Reagan's POV:.
           The dingy, almost dirty aroma instantly filled my nostrils. Panic consumed me as I realized I was no longer with my group. I bounced on my back after the car I was so obviously in ran over a bump. Careless driver. Although I had only had my drivers license for a year, and barely ever drove now, I knew the driver had ran over something that they weren't suppose to. But then again, It was the apocalypse. Who has rules in the apocalypse? Damn I thought, breaking my random train of thought. My hands were tied behind my back. " Urggh" I groaned softly.
            " Good kid, you're up." Oh god it's Simon.
            " Where am I?" I questioned sharply, my tough facade masked the fear that built up inside me.
            " You, ahem, we are on our way to the Sanctuary." Simon rasping stated.
            "Why-" I slurred, before the sudden burst of memories filled me.
            " Don'tcha remember that little stunt you went and pulled? Negan demanded that you'd be brought back to our infirmary so that you wouldn't die."
             I scoffed, as if Negan, of all people would do something that benefited someone beside from his group or himself. He had appeared heartless, cold, inside and out like a tall ice cube that enjoyed smashing things.

                 .: Regina's POV :.
         I stood in the midst of a dark, damp forest. Taking in the deep greens and walnut browns that cascaded over my view. The quiet rustle of leaves every now and then was the only noise besides the peaceful serenity of silence. But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end as suddenly the quiet roar of an engine could be heard. I bolted towards the noise, which, from what I could tell was coming from the road that was far on my left, considering I was scavenging in the middle of the forest.
         I neared the edge of the forest, where the damp dirt transitioned into the black gravelly road. My eyes scattered along the edge as well as the road. The roar grew louder, and louder until I spotted an average sized silver automobile pop into my vision. I quickly scampered back, before I could be spotted, disappearing behind a large-trucked tree. I glanced through the small space between the limbs of the tree and the trunk, the driver looked to be a middle aged man, receding hairline with a bushy black mustache. My pupils followed the car, eventually passing the tree I was behind. "Screw It." I said before speeding towards the car, following It as If I were its shadow.
.: Time Skip :.
           I panted continuously, desperately trying to keep up with the fast pace of the car.
" Why the hell am I doing this?" I grunted between breaths. My running slowed, more and more before I stopped, and started breathing heavily. I glanced ahead at the car, like me, it slowed down and eventually stopped. My eyebrows raised, surprised, hoping that whoever they were stopped to help, not to kill me. The driver's side door swung open, the man stepped out, his eyes locked with mine the whole time. He chuckled.
          " Finally gave up, huh," He said with a large ear to ear grin. " Now that you finally stopped, why were ya following me in the first place, and don't say 'I don't know what you're talking about,' because that, would be a big lie. You've been following me for about a mile."
           " My group got overrun, some people came, demanded supplies. So we, more like they fought. I had been on a run at the time so, yeah. I guess I've been on my own for a while now. I heard your car while I was about to go scavenging, I hoped that by following your car you could lead me to a group." I said followed by a warm smile. The truth, was much different. I had found out that my sister, Karen had been, touched, by one of the guys in our group. I was pissed, so pissed that I ended up killing 3 of the men there. It turns out all 3 of them had done it. So, they kicked me out, exiled me per se. But I figured that by putting on a sweet, weak facade, I could pass  by normally, without anyone batting an eyelash. It's for the better, at least for now.
           " So, you're group. Or, more like your old group, got, attacked?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner, along with a nervous glance.
" Yeah, but I'm pretty sure that the group that raided them is long gone." I said, wiping the worried glance off of the man's face, replacing it with a relaxed smile.
" I'm Simon," The balding man said, " So, your looking for a group, right?" He asked.
" Yeah," I blurted quickly, this was all going according to plan. The plan? That I would convince a group to join them, so I didn't have to live alone.
" I'm not fully in charge, but, I'll bring you with, explain to you how things work around here." He said. I walked over to him as he opened the door on the shotgun side of the car. "After you, m'lady." He said as I stepped into the shiny silver car.

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A/N: I finally was able to spark some creativity to write this chapter, and I'm feeling overachieving so Imma write the 4th chapter tonight so yeah.