Playing With Evil

Deal

It was apparently morning now, we had all fallen asleep. It was a restless sleep for me. Probably for everyone. I don't know how many of us could have slept soundly in here and after what we had just witnessed.

"Negan wants to talk to you all." A male voice sounded from the hall. It was a different one this time.

Rick got up and walked to the door, looking out to see who it was. I stood up, ready to fight if I needed to.

"So where are we going?" Rick asked.

"Can't tell you." The man said. I was unable to see him. "But I have men out here to help escort you, so if you try anything at any time, you will be killed."

Rick seemed to have a look of anger on his face from what I could tell.

"Now step back fro the door."

Rick took a step back, like a prisoner in a cell. That's basically what we were anyway, right? Prisoners in a cell?

The door opened and a guy with blonde hair that was longer stood in the doorway. The light made it hard to see but my eyes adjusted and I noticed that his face was scarred really bad on one side. Had that happened before all this? Or maybe Negan did it to him. I wanted to know but I was afraid to know at the same time.

"What's your name?" Rick asked him, staying where he was until the man grabbed his arm and pulled him out, motioning for the rest of us to come while some other men got the others out of the other room.

"Dwight. But that doesn't matter to you, and your name doesn't matter to me." He tugged Rick's arm again and led him down the hall. The rest of us followed.

I looked back at Rosita, Glenn, Abraham and Callie. Callie looked terrified. Pretty sure she would do whatever they asked her to do if they said anything to her. She was obviously a weak link and they wouldn't care about doing anything with her. If they worked like I thought, they may just send her off and not worry about her because of how weak and scared she is.

We were all herded into a room, it was a big room, but almost like an interrogation room. We all stood there, in a line, just like we had been in the woods last night, except not kneeling. Negan was in there. Still with his leather jacket on, the bat, Lucille, resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you Dwight. I think I can handle it from here. But stay outside the door in case they are stupid enough to try attacking me." He looked at Rick as he said it.

Dwight nodded, "Yes, sir." He closed the door behind him and we were alone with Negan.

"So... You had killed some of my men. Then I sent more out to find you and you killed them too. Do you understand that that is not cool? I really didn't want to kill that skinny little guy last night but I had to make a point. You kill my men, I kill your men. An eye for an eye, right? He glanced over at Carl and smirked. Carl glared at him.

"What do you want?" Rick asked him harshly.

"Well now we can get don to business instead of you glaring at me like that and your one eyed son giving me the same look. But obviously with one eye."

Rick took a hard deep breath, refraining from doing something stupid. "So what do you want?"

"You have shit. You give me at least half your shit. I let you live peacefully and don't kill anymore of your men as long as you don't kill anymore of mine. Does that sound good?" Negan asked, looking at all of us, but focusing on Rick.

"No. We hardly have enough stuff for us to get by now. If we give you half of it, or any of it, we won't survive." Glenn said.

"Well that is your problem." Negan looked over at him and let the bat hang down at his side, which made Glenn take a step back.