Surviving All Out War (BOOK FIVE IN THE SURVIVING THE WALKING DEAD SERIES)

Rise Of The Saviors

NEGAN'S POV

     "How'd the talk go with Eugene?" Frankie asked as she walked into the conference room.

     "Good." I nodded. "He's gonna work on gettin' us the hell outta here."

     "That's good. He's smart, he'll figure out something." I didn't respond. "So, about yesterday-"

     "What about yesterday?" I snapped. "Yesterday was a fuckin' mistake, nothin' more. What happened is all your fuckin' fault! Because of you, Michaela has left the fuckin' Sanctuary!"

     "Negan, I didn't force you to sleep with me, and if I'm not mistaken, you kissed me first." Frankie slightly smiled through her makeshift jaw bandaging.

     "You're right, you didn't, and I just lost the only fuckin' woman I care about because of my fuckin' mistake. But you, you knew how I felt about Michaela, and yet you pushed me."

     "So it's my fault because you're a sex addict who gave into temptation?" I didn't respond and walked over to the window, looking out to the walkers below. I felt horrible, I fucked up big time, and now I don't even know where Michaela is. I can't apologize because she won't listen and because I'm still stuck inside this fucking place. When I get out of here, I knew that I had to find Michaela and save what we have. She wasn't happy in Alexandria, she hates them, wants them dead. If they haven't caught her, she's run off somewhere, holding up until she comes across a new group.

     "Negan." Frankie gently placed her hand on my shoulder and turned me towards her. "I know you love her and those babies, but you made this wife system because you wanted to fuck a lot of women. For weeks, months even, you haven't even looked at us the way you look at her. She's not even gone a week and you gave in to temptation.  You still have a special place in your heart for all your wives, you care about us, you just don't want Michaela to find out."

     "She can't find out because there's nothin' to find out."

     "She can't find out because you're afraid of what she'll do to us. Everyone knows how she is. She's a bloodthirsty killer, Negan. Look what she did to Heaven and Jess, look what she did to you, me, and Simon. I'm surprised she didn't just kill us right then and there." Frankie let out a sigh. "You won't admit it out loud, but you know I'm right. You've known for a while. You're not a one woman man, and that's okay. You're our leader, you don't have to be what people want you to be, what Michaela wants you to be."

     POP! POP! POP! POP!POP! POP!POP! POP! Loud gunshots filled my ears and I returned my attention to the window. Someone was shooting, but I couldn't see who or where from here. BRATATATATATATATAT! I quickly grabbed Frankie and yanked her away from the window. "Get back to your room."

     "What's going on?" Frankie panicked.

     "I SAID GO, FRANKIE!" Frankie didn't say another word and scurried out of the room and to the upper floors. I quickly ran over to the table and grabbed Lucille and rushed out of the room and down the hall. CRASH! I briefly stopped in my place as the building began to shake, wondering if a fucking bomb had just went off. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Screams suddenly erupted from the floor below. BRATATATATATAT! BRATATATATATATATATATAT!

     I began to run again, faster than before and ran towards the sound. The commons. I peered over the railing and my eyes instantly widened. Those dead pricks were inside the commons, thanks to a truck that had crashed into the wall. People were dying, getting attacked by those things. Not just Saviors, but workers as well.