The start

I'm here to take your confession

"Sit down Harls. I got this. You put pressure on that wound." Negan tells me as I nod my head. This guy was going to kill me again. From what I was told he was the priest. He couldn't kill a living Soul even if he tried. I sat down and started putting pressure on the wound. I need something to absorb the blood. Who's creating a puddle all over the floor of the vehicle. I started ripping parts of my shirt off creating a thick bandage. The next thing I knew I saw Negan charge at the priest sitting on top and disarming him.

"Well, that's handy. This one still has a full clip." Negan checked the gun out.

There wasn't any point in firing it. I didn't have enough." The priest makes up some excuse. We all know why he didn't fire that weapon at actual people.

"Yeah, but you could've gone down fighting, you big baby. I'm just pulling your dick, breakin' your balls a little bit. You done good. Smart play. Let's get you properly on your ass." Negan says he gets off of the priest and reaches his hand out to help the priest up. The priest takes his hand hesitantly and sits against the wall. Negan walks back over and sits next to me. I don't know how long we're going to be trapped here with all these Walkers banging on this RV. Probably not for long if they busted window opener managed to get inside. But hopefully the hurd will pass by soon.

"Your friend Rick is an asshole." Negan announces.

"You're an asshole." The priest says back. What are we 5? Did you not have a better comeback to say? Priest that curse? This is interesting.

"Yeah. I am. But he's gonna get people killed." Negan chuckles.

"By you." Not a lie.

"See, I killed the widow's husband, the ginger and the child. But I didn't get them killed. That was your boy Rick. Big difference. You know, I saw you stop for that Gregory idiot. You were there. You saw the whole thing. You heard his little speech. Why would you stop for that bearded prick?"

"What I fear is a fruitless death." The priest reach out as if it was a big secret. Negan Chuckles at the thought of this.

"Jesus Christ. You got to be kiddin' me. He split on your creepy little ass. The point of your life would be saving that dickhead?"

"That wouldn't be it. There had to be some reason I did what I did.  Maybe this is the reason." The priest stares at the ground. What's wrong with this guy?

"What?" Negan ask confused.

"I think... I'm here to take your confession." The priest stares off at Negan.

"Thats the best joke you have said father." I chuckled in pain. There it is. Pain. Something I've never felt in my entire life. Among all of the things pain was just temporarily.

"We can wait it out a little bit, see if my people can figure something out. One thing that is sure as ass... if my people think I'm dead... a lot of folks are gonna die in there." Negan says. It's true. People are going to start freaking out that negan's dead and no one's in charge. They're going to freak out about the situation of how the fence is down in Walkers are pretty much everywhere. We're going to freak out because they won't be able to get a food source resource without getting out of that building if they are still trapped in it.

"Why?" The priest a sneak and Confused.

"Listen to me. I don't have shit to confess. Except maybe the fact that I rubbed one out right where you're sitting just to calm down a bit. Let me ask you something. Why'd you become a priest?" Negan asked. 

"I love God, and I love people. I wanted to bring them together. To help people through their difficult times. To help them through their weaknesses." The preist seemed to have answered it honestly.