She's a Survivor ♡ // The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 28: Sacrafice

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I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my chest. We were not prepared... what do we do now? He's there. He's right there.

A few Hilltoppers stepped forward suddenly aiming their guns at Negan. Rick yelled "No!" But it was to late. Negan's men open fired at the Hilltoppers killing them instantly.

I flung my arms infront of my face as I felt someone tackle me to the floor, my Dad, he placed his body over mine in a type of shielding way.

"Hot-Diggity Dog!" Called Negan, resting an AK47 over his shoulder, "That was unnecessarily exciting!" He stepped over the bodies and made his way towards us in a slow motion, the saviours backing him up.

Rick just stood there speechless as Negan placed a hand on his shoulder...

"Howdy Sheriff... Isn't this a quick turn of events?" He licked his teeth as he smiled, I suddenly felt Dad being pulled off of me quickly, he fought back, but there where too many.

I was being grabbed and hauled upright, and moved and pushed down onto my knees, I couldn't really tell what was going on because of all the screams and helpless cries.

Someone was binding my hands together behind my back with rope, I didn't understand, I was trembling with fear.

My eyes were alerted by a figure being pushed down next to me, Michonne. She kept her gaze at the floor and wasn't fighting. Why? Was she hurt? I...

Michonne saw me and nodded her head, tears filling in her eyes, she mouthed "it's okay" to me over and over, but something was telling me this was to reassure herself not me, then it hit me.

The line up.

We were being lined up.

Negan was going to beat someone, someone with Lucille untill they died.... Just like what happened to Sasha's partner and Maggie's husband...

My eyes started widening, tears streaming out my face uncontrollably.

I looked to my left to see Carl's hands being bounded together, he glanced at me, I don't know why this was necessary, But, I just wanted to tell him.

"Carl, I'm sorry for what I said... I didn't mean it-" I began confessing, choking on my own tears, trying not to focus on Maggie and Rick being dragged into line.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" Bellowed the saviour who was behind Carl, I flinched in fear as he approached me and unnecessarily slapped me hard across the face, causing me to slam onto the cold gravel.

"Mal!" Carl yelled, struggling towards me, But he was held back.

I couldn't move, due to my hands behind my back, so I just remained still, with my cheek sizzling slightly.

The saviour who had slapped me came over and fixed me back into line roughly.

I didn't dare look or speak to Carl, or anyone else for that matter, just kept looking forward at the figure who was pacing slowly up and down the line, Negan.