Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Hello all my lovely readers! I hope you enjoy this update! I hustled to get it out since I left you all on a horrible cliffhanger. Thank you as always for the votes and comments!

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Jo

"Put your hands up where I can see them," Andre ordered, his eyes were locked on my face, but it took a conscious effort for me to tear my gaze away from the grenades in his hands.

Grenades.

How could this be happening? How did this keep happening to me? There were grenades and somehow I was standing in the middle of the circle. All of this felt so incredibly surreal. It was bad enough bringing knives to a gun fight, but against grenades? I was out of my depth and absolutely useless. Everything I knew about grenades I knew from movies. Which wasn't much. I hated explosives. I knew nothing about a grenade's blast radius or even how long I had once he dropped them.

I slowly lifted my hands my thoughts churning as I tried to figure out how we could get as many people out of this situation as safely as possible. We weren't all going to make it. I knew that with absolute certainty. Now it was a math equation. How could we limit the number of casualties? Glancing around I realized it was, how could I limit the number of casualties. 

Andre turned holding the grenades up. "Anyone shoots me, I drop these and BOOM! No telling how many will die." His voice was perfectly calm as he spoke. He didn't care if people died.

The gunman came up behind me. "This is her, right?" He asked drawing a knife. "She looks different," he observed, which made me think he must have known me from Woodbury. I had pretty much looked the exact same since I came to The Sanctuary. 

I tensed, looking back and forth between the brothers. Andre nodded and the gunman walked towards me. Unconsciously I sank into a fighting crouch. Two men. They were just two men. I could kill two men who were threatening me. And they definitely felt like threats, not only to me but also to people that I cared about. 

"Ah ah," Andre warned waving his arms to remind me about the potential threat.

I tightened my jaw, forcing my entire body into lockdown. Every instinct I had wanted to fight. But this wasn't just about me. I glanced around. The crowd of people had pushed away and were minimum fifty feet away from us. It wasn't just that Andre could drop the grenades. He could throw them into the crowd that was pushing towards the exits. 

The gunman stepped around behind me and put his knife to my throat and an arm across my collar bones. He wrenched me around so I was between him and Negan's soldiers, effectively using me as a human shield.

"Good, now everyone is going to stay real still and my brother and I are going to walk out of here."

The knife tightened across my throat and the gunman dragged me backwards towards his brother. I stumbled over my feet as I fought to keep my balance. But the gunman knew what he was doing. He kept my back overbent and made it impossible for me to regain my feet or my balance. 

They backed us towards a side door that I knew led into a maze of hallways. Any number of which could lead to an exit. If they took me down that hall there was no telling how long it would take for anyone to find us. 

"No one follow us," Andre threatened. "Or my brother slits her throat," his eyes were glued to a figure moving towards us. I finally managed to wrench my focus away from the two men long enough to see Negan standing in the middle of his men. He had a gun in one hand, his bat in the other, and he looked more furious than I had ever seen him.