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Build Bullets 101

I snuck back into my box as I curl up into a ball in the corner. What was I going to say? Once they realized Daryl was gone of course they were going to interrogate me. Negan knew that Daryl was never going to leave me behind. Not unless I somehow persuaded him to, which I did. But they didn't need to know that. Course I could play the helpless and innocent person that Carol did. It always seemed to work on them. As if on cue my box door opens as Amy grabs my arm harshly and directing me out of the box. I scrambled to my feet as we end up in front of Negan and Dwight.

"Harley, I don't want to go on bad terms with you sweetheart. But you must know something so tell me where Daryl is."

"What do you mean where's Daryl?" I eyebrows furrow as I looked confused.

"He's not in his box. A motorcycle is missing and Fat Joey, well he was beaten to death with a pipe." Negan says.

"So your saying Daryl left? You mean he left me here? Left me behind?" My eyes started to tear up. I could see Amy believing it.

"She doesn't know anything." Dwight mumbles to Negan. Negan eyes Dwight suspiciously.

"I can't believe he left." I look down at my ring as the tears fall off of my face. I twirl the ring around my finger as I sniffle loudly.

"D, walkie." Negan reaches his hand out as Dwight hands him the walkie.

"For anyone out there who loved the obese Bastard as much as I did, I just want to say a few words. Fat Joey was not the most badass son of a bitch but he was loyal. He had a great sense of humor. In fact we were just joking about oral sex with Lucille the other day. Things will not be the same now that he's dead. Without fat Joey, skinny Joey is just Joey. So its a goddamn tragedy. So lets have a moment of silence." Negan looks down at the ground for a few seconds. This man will take a bat and beat someone's head into its brains are smashed out but if it's fat Joey, God forbid us to not take a moment of silence for him. The bastard deserved. Negan looks back up as he smiles wide and claps his hands together.

"Alright." He smiles.

"Sir, what about Daryl?" Amy asked.

"Oh right. Forgot about the redneck." Negan chuckles as he brings the walkie to his lips. I tried not to be angry.

"We got ourselves a red situation. I need a search party. See if Daryl ran home like the dumb animal that he is." Negan says through the talkie.

"On it. Be there in time for lunch." Simon response.

"Turn that sleepy little burg upside down." Negan cuts his eyes to me and I breath out. I hope they hid Daryl good. God knows what Negan will do to Daryl if they catch him.

"Take her back to her cell." Negan's voice grumbles as Amy pushes me to my cell.

"Oh, and Harley?" Negan looks at me as I face my cell.

"Im sorry about the lost." He says as Amy shoves me into my cell and slams it shut. What a prick. I could hear Negan and Amy talking. It was muffled. I pressed the side of my face against the door so I could hear it better.

"You find that trash and put him on a stake, do you hear me?" Negan's voice was serious yet, still had the playful tone.

"Yes sir." Amy says.

"If Rick and his group are smart they wont do anything. But I have a feeling they are going to have a sprout of bravery and stupidity. We need to keep an eye on them." Negan says in a slow tone.

"We gotta do something with the girl then. She ain't having the baby anymore." Amy chimes in. My heartaches when she said that. I know it wasn't my fault. It was stress according to Carson. Stress caused by Negan.

"She stays in her cell. Routine food and bathroom breaks but nothing else. Oh and play our favorite tune." Negan says. What are they going to do with me?

"Break her?" Amy asked.

"I have plans for her. I think we have a better chance at breaking her then we ever did with that redneck. Just keep up with what we are doing with her but no dog food. We need to keep her strength up. I want her to break and be the help for when we do our pick ups. We might have lost that fucking redneck but we still have her and the bullet maker." Negan chuckles as I frown. Bullet maker? If someone from our group could make bullets they would have done it already. Then it hits me.

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It's a recipe, and it ain't gazpacho. How to Build Bullets 101.

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Eugene, they brought him here. I could hear a few footsteps walking away. I sat in the farthest corner and curled up into a ball. What am I gonna do? Not only will I have to find a way for me to get out but Eugene too.

'We're on easy street, And it feels so sweet, Cause the world is but a treat, When you're on easy street '