The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

A Rude Awakening

"Simon!" Negan shouted as he dragged me through his office and his wive's lounge to the door leading out.

"Yes, boss?" Simon answered immediately while opening the door leading out into the hallway. "Show our newest little worker bee her new living quarters." Negan told Simon as he threw my arm out of his hand towards Simon, who in turn caught my arm and lead me out of Negan's quarters. "You got it, boss." Simon said with a toothy smirk on his face. I looked back at Negan before he was out of sight and shot him a death glare, he just smirked back at me that irritating smirk that made me want to slap it right off his face.

Halfway down the hall I yanked my arm free of Simon's grasp, "I'm capable of walking on my own, thank you." I told Simon while glaring at him. "Alright," he said with a smirk, "but if you try anything I'm knocking you on your tight little ass." He winked at me. His words sent shivers down my spine, and not the good kind. I furrowed my brows and eyed him suspiciously before we continued walking.

Simon stopped in front of a door in the middle of the hallway after a couple more minutes of walking. He opened the door to reveal a sort of studio apartment almost. There was a bed, adorned with the plainest of bedding, a sink area with cabinets and a mini fridge. The left side of the room had an arm chair and a dresser. A closet was in the corner with a full length mirror hanging on the inside of the door. There was a window next to the arm chair that didn't look like it had any bars on the outside of it. I made a mental note of that.

"Welcome to your humble abode, little bird. These four walls are your new home for the next...well...forever, I suppose." He smiled. I turned my attention away from what might be my only escape route to glare at Simon. "I'm gonna take your silence as gratitude at what an amazingly sweet setup you got here." Simon stated as he walked around me.

"It's better than sleeping in a cement cell. But it's still a cell, nonetheless." I crossed my arms and pointedly said to Simon. He strode up to me and towered over me. "You better start to learn to be grateful for what you've been given, little  bird. I wouldn't want to have to lock your pretty ass up in a cell. Your bathroom is a community bathroom down the hall to your right." Simon stated, maintaining eye contact with me, before taking his leave.

I surveyed my room, I had to admit, compared to most living arrangements since the world's gone to shit, it was pretty luxurious. I immediately walked up to the window to check and see if there was any way of escape. I jumped at the sound of my door suddenly opening and a grinning Simon peering in, "Oh, and don't even think about escaping through that window. There are guards stationed everywhere." He smiled before closing my door once again. I groaned at the realization that I was truly and utterly trapped.

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BANG BANG BANG

I shot up from my bed and reached for my gun that was no longer there. I looked at the clock on the wall which read 4:45. What the hell was going on? I got up from my bed and marched towards my door with caution.

Slowly creaking it open, I peered out into the hallway at whoever was banging on my door.
There I saw Simon, who was quickly becoming a thorn in my side. The mere sight of him annoyed me. "What do you want, Simon?" I asked, visibly irritated.

"It's time for work, little bird. There's a van of cargo that needs unloading, and you're part of the unloading crew now." Simon stated matter-of-factly. I stood there for a moment trying to process what he was telling me. Then it hit me...this was Negan's job for me.

"Fine." I curtly told Simon. "I'll be down in five." I said as I slammed the door in his face. I splashed cold water from the sink onto my face and made my way to the full length mirror by my closet. I looked at my reflection, ice cold eyes and hardened features met my gaze and I barely recognized the girl in the mirror that stared back at me.

I made my way to where I assumed the entrance of the vans was from what I had observed earlier. Simon was already there with a smug look on his stupid face. "Well if it isn't little miss sunshine!" Simon exclaimed. "You'll be taking the supplies off of this truck and organizing them to their corresponding departments. That means heavy lifting for you, little bird. You take these boxes and separate them into different categories." Simon told me before I shot him a glare and grabbed a box from the back of the truck.

The boxes were heavy. Very heavy. But I would never let it show. At least not to Simon and the rest of Negan's men. I grabbed each box and looked through each box and separated them into their corresponding departments. It wasn't difficult work by any means, a trained monkey could do this. But it was exhausting. Lifting heavy thing after heavy thing with no help.

The entire day dragged on it seemed. I lifted heavy box after heavy box before it became too much and I needed sustenance.

"Here." A gruff voice said as he handed me a bottle of water as I lay on the ground. It was Negan, of course. "What is this?" I asked quizzically. "A sort of olive branch?" I questioned at his abrupt kindness.

"I just thought you might've been thirsty. After all, lifting such heavy materials is hard work. I figured you could use a break." He stated, tossing me the bottled water. I gladly grabbed it and started chugging.

"Damn. You drink like it's the goddamn fountain of youth." He said. "Well your men don't make things very accommodating here." I said as I chugged the bottle of water down.

"Well you said you wanted to work for points, so working for points you are." Negan stated
matter-of-factly. All I could do was look at him. He had a point, I had asked for this.

"Any time you want to quit and become a wife, you just let me me know." Negan said.

"Like hell I will. I'm not some bimbo willing to give her life away for an easier lifestyle." I glared at him. He stared at me, it was intense and intimidating.

"As you wish." He stated, with a smirk as he walked away.