She runs, sweating profusely. When she'd first seen it, she'd tried petting it. But the mangy thing had been ravenous with hunger, snapping at her hand. She had no weapons. So she'd ran. And now, she was tiring. Blood dripping from her hand, she knew sooner or later, she'd attract the dead. She was tired, and began to slow. The dog jumped at her, ready to tear her to pieces, when it met with a baseball bat. It whines as it takes it's last breaths. She turns towards her mystery saviour.
"Thanks," she says, breathlessly.
"You're welcome sweetheart," Negan smiles.
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Negan 100 word challenge
FanficA Negan story (drabble) in 100 words or under, using a different prompt each time. Prompt suggestions welcome.
