𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{55} Downward Spiral

"She's in our hands now, so don't you worry"

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"C'mon you dead fucknuts!"

Something about slaying a bunch of walkers somehow gave Negan a sense of freedom. He found that battering their brains gave him a way to let off steam or simply feel alive. It sounded odd, but I guess you'd understand if you were there at that moment.

Since he'd left the house, Negan had taken a car and travelled a few miles south until he'd found a parade of small shops located in another little village. It was quite a nice settlement if you ignored the sea of decaying bodies and straggling walkers.

"Ah fuck me!" The man had dropped his blade, but had little to no time to pick it back up, unless he wanted his arm chewed off. He frantically kicked the creature's stomach, cursing as his boot pushed through the decomposing skin and in to it's stinking belly full of maggots and rotting organs. His first instinct was to laugh at how disgustingly funny it was that his leg was actually wedged in a walker's stomach but refrained himself from doing so, considering that it was a life or death situation.

Being in the middle of a clothes store didn't really help either. There wasn't much he could use as a makeshift weapon. What was he going to do, wrap a t-shirt around the monster's neck in hope that it would snap? No, he knew for a fact that ideology wasn't very practical. Instead, Negan twisted his leg and with great difficulty, pulled it out, "yeah! Fuck you!" He darted to the right, the monster's jaw snapping in an attempt to chomp on his flesh as he scurried past.

If Brooklyn was here with him right now, he knew for a fact that she'd scold him for being so careless and thinking of the whole situation as a game. But to him, it was. It was like he was playing tag, and the walker was it. Hey, at least he was having some fun.

Negan chose to make his exit and sauntered back out in to the open. Before being interrupted by the walker, he'd actually managed to pick up some decent supplies in there, including a leather jacket. By the AK-47 hidden behind the counter, he guessed that someone had been hiding there for a while, until things clearly turned ugly that was.

Overall, it had been a decent day. Negan had acquired what he thought was a good amount of 'shit' and thought it would probably be a good idea to head back home.

Despite not being the leader of the sanctuary anymore, Negan felt great. He felt the best he had been in a long time. If it wasn't for the woman he loved, he'd still be caged up like a rabid animal in the basement of an Alexandrian home. But because of her, he was free. He was free to start a family, free to do whatever the hell he wanted, and most of all? He was free to love Brooklyn. Back in Alexandria, loving her was a sin, because all he knew was the fact that she was supposedly dead. Now, they were together- and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Just as he'd left it, the car was parked outside the abandoned mini-mart that he'd searched first. Shoving his new supplies in the back, Negan securely slammed the door and hopped in the front, whistling a fun tune as he did so.

Hopefully the ride back wouldn't last to long, it would probably take a half hour at the most. After spending most of the day out on the run, all he wanted to do was go back home and see Brooklyn. He knew that he'd been overprotective lately, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Like he had said this morning, if anything were to happen to Brooklyn and his future child, he wouldn't know what to do other than blame himself.

For an old car, the engine spluttered fiercely, the dashboard vibrating and humming as he twisted the key in the ignition. Negan smiled and reached in to the glove compartment where he had a variety of CDs that himself and Brooklyn had collected. His fingers flicked through each one, eventually picking out a classic Elvis Presley album. He popped the disc in to the CD player and began tapping his hands rhythmically against the steering wheel as the first song started to play.