Survivors [A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction]

Chapter 3:Negan Makes An Example

Negan had gathered some of us at the walker cage. I looked at everyone there. Dwight, Daryl, two guys I work with(Bryce and Chase), and three other people. Negan had to bring us here for a reason. Negan begins to explain. "You all might be wondering why you're here right now. While as most of the know I hate thevies and it's come to my atention one of you has stole something from me. A knife, it means a lot to me so if you would just hand it over I promise I wouldn't let anyone kill you." We all stayed silent looking at each other. Negan got angry and grabbed one of the three guys I didn't know. He held a gun to the man's head. "Now if someone doesn't give me that dam knife I'm gonna kill him!" He shouts at us. Everyone stayed still just staring. Bang! I see Daryl flinch from the gunshot and the guy falls to the ground. Negan points the gun at me and I swallow the lump in my throat. "If someone doesn't give me what I want I'll just kill you all." I know I should be afraid right now but I'm not actually  I'm feeling brave. I turn to the group. "Take out your pockets." I tell them. "What?!" Chase somewhat screams. "Take out your pockets. If you don't have the dam knife you have nothing to worry about." Everyone agrees turning there pockets inside out except Chase,he refuses. Negan points the gun at Chase now. "Hand it over and I won't feed you to the walkers." Chase looks scared to death. "Wait, you can't just blame him. You don't even know if he has it." I blurt out. "Alright then find it!" Negan screams at me. I walk up to Chase, I'm not the far away from him now. "Chase just empty your pockets, show him you don't have it." I don't want Chase to have it, he's been my friend for three years. He just stands there shaking his head no. "Please." I try to pled. "I can't." He simply responds. I let out a shakie breath and ask why. Chase pulls out a gut knife from his pocket. I let all my breath go as I start to step back, big mistake. "I don't want to die!" He screams as he pulls me towards him as a body sheild. I don't want to do this, not to him. "I'm leaving and you're not going to do anything about it!" He shouts at Negan backing up with me. Now both Negan and Dwight have there weapons pointed at me and Chase. I let my body go mostly limb as I realize there's no way around killing him I have to, to live. I twist us around as I escape his head lock and my right hand fights for the knife. Chase punchs me in the face as I stumble backwards. I regain my balance as he swings the knife towards my neck.  I catch the blade with my hand and cuts my palm a little. I hit Chase over the head with my elbow and snatch the knife while he's off guard. I kick Chase in the stomach and he falls down against the fence. I'm about to give the knife to Negan when Chase regains his consciousness. Walkers grab him throw the fence and start tearing off his flesh. The yard is filled with loud screams from the dieing man. I look at Negan and he gives me a little head nod. By now Chase has moved out of the walker's reach. I kneel down beside him. "Sorry brother." I say loud enough for everyone to hear. I bring the knife down on Chase's head and the screams stop. All that's left is the growls from the walkers. I take the knife and stand up holding it firmly in my hand. Negan points the gun at me as I walk towards him emotionless. "Not any further." He tells me when I'm an arms length away. I let out a grunt and hold out the knife for him to grab. My palms open balancing the knife in it as I wait for Negan to grab it from me. Negan slowly reaches out and takes the blood stained knife. I drop my hand to my side afaid Negan will see the gash, thank god he didn't. I slowly walk back in line as he dismisses all of us. Before he leaves he tells me I'll clean up the body in a few hours,  to get some rest in the meantime. I nod my head in agreement heading back to the room I call my own. I really do need some rest. I just killed one of the only people I could trust or I thought could. I close the door to the room undoing my belt. I throw it onto the floor and fall onto the hard bed slowly falling into whatever sleep I can get. I'm woken back up from light shining in my eyes. I groan and open my eyes to see Dwight standing near me. I sit up to find him with a bandage wrap and clean water. My eyes widen in shock. "Why did you steal that? " "I didn't steal it. Negan told me to give them to you, he saw the cut." Dwight informs me. He holds out the bandage and water towards me. I take them from his hands. I start to clean the cut out, making sure not to waste any water, what I don't use I can drink later. "Why did you do it?" Dwight asks me. "Because it's survival of the fittest. He wasn't part of the plan just an unexpected obstacle. " I tell him. Dwight goes silent looking off in a different direction. I snap him out of it, "Hey, we're going to get out of here." He nods his head slowly in agreement. "What if he betrays us?" I stop for a minute. I hadn't thought about that. Daryl seemed nice but he could be capable of anything. I take a deep breath. "If he does he'll have to go throw me." I reassure him. Dwight nods his head again. "Get some rest tomorrow's the big day." Dwight tells me. I nod and he closes the door behind him. Tomorrow is the ring flight. 'Tommrow I fight, tommrow we escape.' Is all I can think as I slowly fall asleep.