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twenty-three.

"I can shoot a gun, y'know."

"Can't reach for a full magazine if you're down here shooting with me, can I, princess?"

"Can you see her?"

"Bald head is hard to fucking miss."

I sigh, shaky fingers fidgeting over black magazines as I try my best to refill each one with bullets as quick as I can.

"Would've much rather had been out there for this."

"You wanted a sniper spot."
I sass, crossing my arms over my chest.

"To aim for Rick!"
He exclaims.
"Not a fucking clan!"

"Mr. Negan, you can literally do anything."
I admit.
"If you can't get a good shot from here, then you are an untalented load of shit."

He drops his gun and looks over his shoulder, giving me his signature death glare.
"Get your ass over here and shoot."

"I don't kill people."

"Then shut the fuck up, princess, before I give you another concussion."

"Here's a few more."
I speak, getting on me knees next to him and placing down all the full magazines I had prepared for him before reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket and taking every empty one he had stored in there.
"You should try talking it out with her."

"Hey, Alpha, stop being a bitch and stay off my territory."
He grits his teeth, glaring at me.
"Yeah?"

"I didn't really mean that."

As the man continued to shoot and occasionally look over his shoulder to make sure I was okay, I stayed in the back, messing with ammunition and looking out of the window every once in awhile.

It was hard to tell who was winning, because quite honestly, I couldn't comprehend our community from Alpha's. Sometimes body count doesn't even matter if they take your dignity.

I was lucky enough to be with Mr. Negan when this all went down, he had instantly swept me up and took me upstairs, finding himself a nice spot at the window, turning me into his ammunition boy.

There were obviously bad thoughts in my mind about what might happen to Daddy, Queen, Jinx, and Carter, but they're all strong men, so I had to make sure I stayed positive for the time being.

Once I began to think about Aspen and how he was doing, a feeling rushed through my body, and I immediately froze.

Was I dying? Did I get shot? Am I having a stroke?

As weird as it might sound, it was almost like a popping sensation and everything just started to feel weird and uncontrollable.

I was in pain, but it wasn't really like anything I had ever experienced before. It was difficult to explain, but because of it, I was gripping onto the table with all the strong in my hands and trying not to cry.

"Mr. Negan, how long has it been?"

"Half an hour?"