<•>Expired<•>

<•>Chapter Three<•>

"Buddy, you still there? I just don't know. It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out. And it is gross as shit!"

He looks up at all of us.

"Aw Hell. I can see this is hard on you guys."

"Damn rights!" I shout at the top of my lungs.

His serious look turns into a smile and he just bursts out laughing. I look past him at Glenn and watch as he passes out on the ground.

"What? Was that your daddy?"

"Might as well have been. He was part of our group. Our family. We were his only family," I say.

"I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say, no exceptions!"

He turns around and starts beating Glenn's head in and I start bawling again. He swings over and over again. I look at Daryl who even has tears in his eyes. Daryl's fucking crying. He's flinching every single time Negan brings that bat down. He thinks it's his fault for stepping out of line. No, it's my fault for telling him not to kill Daryl.  I still am glad Daryl is alive but I'd rather it be someone who deserves it more.  Daryl actually killed some of his people, Glenn is completely innocent. 

But it's too late.  Abraham and Glenn are already dead. 

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Negan finally pulls back into the clearing in the woods where we are all still kneeling and mourning.  Rick steps out of the RV.  I tumble forward crying again.  This time Carl grabs me and pulls me into him, embracing me in his warmth.  My cries are muffled by his shoulder.  I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and look back at Negan.  He's staring right at me.  He drops Rick, forgetting him completely and walks up to Carl and I. 

Gripping his fists around my hair, he says, "Did I bring you here so I could watch a love fest?  No I fucking didn't so there will be none of that bullshit.  Are we clear?"

"You sick bastard!" I scream at him. 

He grabs a dust full of my hair and a pair of scissors out of his back pocket, and chops it off nearly as short as Maggie's.

"Yeah, you still just don't understand.  Remember when I said I have something special that I do to little bitches?  Yeah, well I'm putting that into action because neither you or Rick understand.  Honestly, I don't even think you do," he says and then points to Carl. 

I'm freaking my shit because I have absolutely no idea what he's gonna do to us. 

"Now, Rick the reason I brought you out there was so you could know me better.  I hated the way you were looking at me before, and I needed to change that.  It didn't work.  So now this is what happens."

He motions for Carl and I to come forward and we do as we're told.  He starts strapping a piece of leather around Carl's arm.  It has a name but I can't remember everything, I mean I'm living in an apocalypse.  He throws Carl onto the ground and pins him down under the weight of his own body.  Still sitting on him, he pulls Carl's sleeve back and draws a thin line on his skin with a black marker then takes out Rick's axe. 

"Please.  You don't have to do this," Rick says. 

"Oh, I'm not doing anything." Realization hits Rick and I like a ton of Bricks.  "You are."

I'm trying so hard to keep the sobs in but it's one of the most difficult things I've ever had to face. 

"What's your name?"

"Jones."

"Your real name!"

"Phyre,"I mutter. 

"Well, Phyre you are going to say the words Do you give me permission to chop your sons arm off? And then Rick will say I do."

Rick is on the verge of tears so I just break once again.  I need to work on not crying in moments of extreme crisis like this. 

"Rick is then going to hold him down while you cut his arm off, got it?"

Rick nods his head and then Michonne jumps in, "Please! You don't have to do this, we understand."

"No.  You understand.  These three don't."

I lift the axe above my head and say "I'm sorry," to Carl. 

He replies with three simple words.  Just Do It.

I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry. 

I say it in my head over and over again and am about to bring the axe down when Negan interrupts. 

"Now see that? That is the look I wanted."

I'm so thankful that I don't even pay attention until I notice Daryl has been taken away and they are all gone.  As soon as I realized I unclipped the thing on Carl's arm and pulled his sleeve down. 

We're sat in a circle now, all of us silent. 

I start crying and saying the words I'm Sorry, over and over again until Carl yells at me to shut the fuck up and that none of this is my fault. 

I beg to differ.

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A/N 10-26-16: So, how'd you like the season premiere?  I liked it but I hated it at the same time.  It made me cry so much but at the same time it made me smile because I waited so long for it to come out that when I finally did it felt like Heaven and the while watching it it reminded me of Hell. 

Just figured I'd let you know that the chapters are going to start getting longer seen as how I'm now basing it off of the newer episode which also means I'll only be able to post once a week on this book but I also feel like it'll help keep me on track and on schedule because I always know when The Walking Dead is on.  Trust me.  Now the authors note is just making this chapter long so goodbye.

QOTD >•< Did you cry while watching the Season 7 Premiere?

AOTD >•< Yes!

RQOTD >•< Suck. My. Nuts. [Amen]
~Abraham

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GEEKS!!!

Word Count>•<3287

Published>•<10-26-16