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Chapter 1 : Opening Scene

In all of Carl's 17 years of life, has he felt this powerless before. No words can describe the mess he's in right now.

His father, Rick, whom he always looked up to; who he always relied on, was currently kneeled beside him, a look of unter panic painting his features. Carl doesn't think Rick has ever looked this distraught before. The fact that even his father, Rick Grimes, is scared, has Carl shaking in his boots. It doesn't help that everyone else in there group is just as scared, if not more. These people, his family, are all strong, and brave, but right now... they just look broken, defeated, and tired.

Everything feels like a dream. His family can take them! This cannot be happening.

Carl looks around him, they were surrounded by, what looked like about two hundred men, all of them wearing a smug look on their face, smirking, as if they had found a new toy.

All the sudden, Carl feels the equivalent of a punch to his gut by an unknown source. Emotion and frustration must have driven his body into sickness. Carl feels dizzy, and he has the urge to throw up. He clutches the side of his abdomen, and looks at the fear on his friends' faces. He feels a surge of anger elope him.

'Why is nobody doing anything?! They're strong, they can take these guys, right?'

Wrong.

A man appeared. An Alpha, clad in a leather jacket, and a shit eating grin. His scent was strong, very strong. Carl has never scented an Alpha as powerful as this one, he always thought no Alpha could compare to his father, but alas, he was wrong.

The fact that everyone here could distinguish Negan's Alpha pheromones from the two hundred plus people here... meant that Negan was a powerful Alpha. With so many people in one area, it was becoming hard to even smell his father's scent. Carl doubles over in that dull, persistent pain. He felt as if his veins were gonna burst with this sudden rush of blood coursing through him. The man walked out whistling; as casually as ever, as if he wasn't flipping Carl's entire world upside down.

It's not easy to find an Alpha who can spread their sense of dominance, most of them went nuts and lost that ability because the epidemic, but this guy was perfectly fine, better than his father even.

"Pissing our pants yet... boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close," The man chuckles, and continues to speak, tormenting them every chance he has, trying to push his new enemies to their limit. It's almost as if the man was purposely trying to rile them up just so he could punish them. Carl wasn't going to fall for that.

The pang in his head makes him dizzy again, all Carl wants to do right now is, lie on the ground, and claw at his aching head, but Carl can't show weakness, not now. Though never in Carl's life has he felt a pain like this, it was and internal pain, one that felt immensely strange, and foreign. Carl hates it, this sudden sickness of his couldn't have come at a worse time.

'What's wrong with me? Is it because of my wounded eye? All of this stress?'

Carl didn't know what was happening to him, but when he looked up, he accidentally made eye contact with the Alpha named Negan. Something turned in his stomach, it got warmer.

'What is happening to me!?'

Carl's was panicking, he was unfamiliar with this warm, tingly feeling. He began to feel unbelievably frustrated by it, and feels an urge for some type of relief.

Suddenly Negan drags his bat so it was pointing at him, Carl flinches. "Hey kid, you better pay close attention or one of your friends will get a taste of Lucille, all on account of your ignorance, boy" he said while chuckling.