It has been a few months almost a year since the world went to crap. Everyone for themselves. I've been handling my own since some of my friends died. Most of the time I've been using rooftops, treetops, second floors... anything high off the ground. But lately it's hard to continue on, continue pushing by myself.
I try to stay away from community's because sometimes one apple can make the whole tree rot. I've been following the road for a few days. When I come across a house I usually try to stay it's bad to be out at night.
I catch rabbits or deer whatever I catch or kill first and cook it up. The sun was starting to set I couldn't find a place to lay low, I started hearing rhythmic whistling.
It was all around me, I just walked right into something. Something that could mean my life. Something I might regret later, hell, or now.
I started running, no walkers around. I finally saw someone, he was pointing a gun at me. I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked around, I was surrounded.
I grapped my knife holding out in front of me.
"Don't be stupid drop the knife." One man told me.
When he went to grab me I tripped him. I held my knife to his throat when two men grabbed me. One held a knife to my throat while the other grabbed my knife from my hand.
They took me out to a clearing where cars lined up and a group of people on there knees in the middle. They pushed me against the hood of the car and took my weapons. A man carying a bat was walking back and forth among them. He looked at me.
"And who might you be?" He asked me, he was obviously the leader of the guys in leather. He walked over to me.
"Fuck you." I spoke fighting against the men holding me. I turned to the man holding my right arm along with the knife to my throat, and kneed him making sure I hit his nuts, and down he went.
The man holding my left arm pulled a knife and stabbed my thigh. The one I kneed punched me in the face. They fought to get me on the ground on my stomach. Once they did they tied my hands behind my back.
"A little spitfire. She one of yours? Because man, what's yours is mine." The leader in red, with leather, and the bat said.
"N-no" the man that spoke looked like he went through hell.
He then walked back talking to the group of people but I had stopped paying attention. That was until he killed one of them, smashed his head in.
"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start. You can blink, you can breath, you can cry... Hell, you're all gonna be doing that."
"Oh! Look at that takin' it like a champ!" Negan laughs.
"Suck... my... Nuts." The ginger man says straightening up. Negan continues to hit him with the bat. He finished taking his swings, the man dead on the ground head open and his brains beaten into the gravel.
"Did you hear that he said, 'suck my nuts.'" He said laughing.
"Oh, my goodness! Look at this. You guys. Look at my dirty girl." He looked at the girl next to the ginger man and held out his bloody barb wired bat for her to look at.
"Sweetheart... lay your eyes on this... Oh damn were you together? That sucks, but if you were you should know there was a reason for all this..."
"Red- and hell, he was, is, and will ever be red. He just took one, or six, or seven for the team! So take... A damn look."
"Take a damn look." He said almost yelling. A man with long brown hair punches Negan in the face and was forced into the ground by his men.
"Daryl."
