The start

Spare Dr. Carson

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I felt like I was losing my mind the song repeating the routine that never ended. The less sunlight I saw the more I felt like a caged animal. This is never going to stop and I knew it. Amy came got me for my cell and brings me into the room full of people. They were surrounding the furnace where they normally do the iron. Oh God, I didn't do anything. Maybe Eugene did something. Or maybe just another one of Negan's people going behind his back doing something outrageous.

I stood in the corner by myself right next to the furnace. It kept me warm from what little clothes I had on were a black and white flannel, black tank top, and navy blue skinny jeans. A woman and Eugene were standing above us. Eugene looks at me for a few seconds then looks down. Negan walks in the center as we all kneel down. He raises his hands up as we all stand. He points his bat at Eugene.

"You are gonna want to pay close attention to this." Negan says. He swings his bat at Dr. Carson, one of his own people. Two of Negans people help the doctor stand to his feet.

"Ohh! No, no, no, no! Why? I didn't do anything." The Doctor says.

"I found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk." Negan holds up a note. The same writing that was on the note that Daryl had.

"I-I-I don't know what that is." Carson stutters. Negan hits him again as the doctor groans.

"You left the door open and let my puppy out. You knew Sherry hated Daryl being here, so you let him out for her, be the hero. Then you could move in. That is some weaselly shit right there." Negan says angrily but his composure was calm. Sherry, she helped Daryl out. She tried to help me out.

"But I didn't. She's the one who ran,"

"Oh, she ran? You know why she ran?! Because she knew I would blame
her, which I did. But, see, Sherry told Dwighty boy the whole story right before she was torn apart. A super hot girl, horrifically killed because of your greedy, delusional, and tiny little prick." Negan spat.

"It's not true. Dwight? He's lying about it. I would never do that." The Doctor blurts out. Dwight doesn't say a word.

"Why? Why? Why would he do that? Why would he intentionally try to hurt you? Sherry's gone. And if he's lying and she's out there, I will find her. And then I will burn the other side of his face off until he dies. So, what was he gonna get out of this?" Negan asked. He was right. What would Dwight get out of this if he lied?

"No. No. You see, I know my Dwighty boy. See, all he needed was one more night in the hole, get his head screwed on straight. It worked before, and it worked now. Ain't that right, Dwight?" Negan asked Dwight.

"Oh, yeah." Dwight says not taking his eyes off of the iron that was still heating up. He hands Negan the iron as he walks over to Carson.

"Oh, please. No, please. Please, please, please! Oh, Jesus, don't burn me. Please! Please! No. No, no, please!" Carson cries hope Negan would spare his life. Negan hold the iron up to his face not touching him.

"Now you know I hate this shit.
Just tell me you did it and that you're sorry, and I don't have to do this." Negan tells him.

"Yes. Yes, I did it -- all of it. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Please I'm sorry." Carson begs.

"That's all you had to say. That is all you had to say." Negan says with a smile on his face. He turns and faces Eugene giving him a long gaze before spinning around harshly. Negan grabs onto the doctor and throws him into the fiery furnace. People were turning away as others cried at the sight of the burning doctor. I stood there and watched.

"A good thing we got a spare Dr.
Carson. Sherry was one of my favorites. I'm sorry." Negan says to Dwight.

"I'm not." Dwight says unemotionally.

"Hoo. Ice-cold. I love it." Negan grins. He looks at me with a smirk.

"And you, you didn't turn away. Your finding your place here. Atta girl." Negan pats me on the shoulder as I don't move. My eyes stayed locked on the burning body. The smell around the room was burning flash. Some people were choking on it. Dwight looks at me as I stare back at him. He was hurting. His wife left him and died trying to save Daryl and I. She died trying to get away from all this. Yet, Dwight still stares at me as if there was some sort of emotion he had left in him. If anything it would be anger. Something was happening to me. Something I never thought could happen.

I'm breaking.

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