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

Time Out

"YOU BASTARDS!" I snarled as I slammed my fists on the cage door as hard as I could. "YA FUCKIN' BASTARDS!"

"Give it a rest, will you?" Gregory groaned from across the cage. I turned and glared at him, causing him to flinch. "I'm just saying, they're not gonna let you or me out, especially you. I mean, I did some pretty abhorrent stuff while you and your people took over my home, but you? Sleeping with the enemy?"

"IT WASN'T LIKE THAT YA LIVER SPOTTED DICKWAD!"

"Dickwad? Wow, and to think I once considered you intellectual." Gregory rolled his eyes.

"I gotta get outta here."

"Why?"

"Oh, I dunno, Gregory, maybe because THERE'S A FUCKIN' WAR GOIN' ON?"

"Their war, not ours."

"Ya live here, don't ya? It's our war, too. It doesn't matter who stirred the pot, it's about who licked the fuckin' spoon."

"...Licked the spoon?"

"YA KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" I quickly bent down, grabbed a rock, and threw it at Gregory, but unfortunately missed.

"The way I see it, you're stuck in here, so you should just make the most of it."

"The most of it?"

"Why do you think they put you in here?"

"So I won't try and save Negan."

"Besides that." I shrugged in response. "You're a child."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a child, and they put you in timeout to let you think about what you did, or I should say, haven't done yet. They want you to make a decision, so take this free time and think about what you want." Gregory grunted and sat down on the ground, leaning up against the wall. "We've got all the time in the world." I let out a sigh and sat down on the ground a few yards away from him. Gregory's right... ugh, I just threw up in my mouth a little. But he was. This was perfect time to think. Perfect time to make a decision and think of an escape.

~BEGIN FLASHBACK~

I laid silently in bed, staring at the ceiling in deep thought while Negan laid silently beside me. Normally, I'd be dead asleep right now, but I couldn't sleep, not with my thoughts running a million miles an hour in my head. It wasn't even important things that plagued my mind, it was silly things, as if my imagination had leaked out from behind its barricade and was bleeding into my reality like a cracked dam.

"Negan?" I quietly called out, but I got no response. "I know you're awake."

"No I'm not." Negan sleepily responded.

"Fine, I'll just go pleasure myself in the bathroom."

"Wait, what?" Negan's eyes suddenly opened.

"Oh, good, you're awake." I smiled.

"You're an ass, babe." Negan groaned and closed his eyes again.

"I can't sleep."

"Count sheep."

"I did, got bored after 1,057."

"I always gave up after a hundred." Negan chuckled.

"Can we do somethin'?"