The start

She is a vampire bat

"That's so sweet. You guys are breaking my heart. " Negan laughs. He walks back over to Jay as she held her composure. He hammers the bat into her. I couldn't breath. I felt my heart leave my chest. He ripped it right out. That monster took her from me.

Target. Fight. Target. Fight. Target Fight.

"She's going into shock." Aaron waddles over to me as the guy pulls him back.

"Sweetheart, if only she kept her mouth shut she'd still be with us. I get it. She's your life. The only thing that keeps you alive. Blah blah blah. Look at her now. Look at her!" The guy that was holding me shoves me in front of the circle.

"Look! You see this? This right here is going to keep you alive. She took one for you and the rest of you all. Don't forget about the other two." Negan pushes me into Jay's body. I could see her bird necklace Daryl gave her. I cried and let it all out. No holding back tears.

Target. Fight.

"Get her back in line." Negan says. The guy grabs my arm and drags me back to my place. He kicks the back of my knees and holds me there.

"You bunch of pussies. I'm just getting started. Lucille is thirsty. She is a vampire bat." I breath in and out heavily. Daryl looks at me with a tear stained face as my vision was getting blurry. I lean forward and rest my arms on the ground with my forehead too.

"Harley, listen to me. You need to calm down." Carl says. He doesn't get it. He loses people either too much or too little. He was shaking with anger.

"Calm down." He repeats. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or talking to himself. I focus on my heartbeat, surprised that I still have one. I slow down my breathing.

"What? Was the joke that bad?" Negan asked. A sick twisted bastard he is. Everyone was whimpering and crying silently.

"I'm gonna kill you." Rick says. You got that right. As soon as I get the strength I'm going to kill you.

"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up."

"Not today not tomorrow but I'm gonna kill you." Rick says.

"Jesus. Simon what did he have, a knife?" Negan asked.

"Uh, he had a hatchet." The guys says.

"A hatchet?" Negan looks up at him.

"He had an ax." Simon says. I look up and my body was still kneeling with my hands positioned in front of me. My fingers dug into the gravel.

"Simon's my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Oh. Or did I Sure. Yeah."

"Give me his ax." The Simon guy hands Negan the axe as he stands up and places the axe in his belt buckle.

"I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me. And if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean the ones that are left." Negan drags Rick into the RV and slams the door. I was shaking bad now. I couldn't stop.

"Harley?" Carl asked.

"Shut your mouth kid." A guy walks up and hits Carl then me with the back of his gun. The RV takes off into the woods. There goes Rick. I look over at Daryl as he looks back at me.

What am I supposed to do now. My baby was gone. She might not have been mine. But I treated her like she was my own. I raised her since birth. And now look at me. Look at me. I lost her. And I'm probably about to lose Daryl too.

Target. Fight.

I look down at the ground and start crying. Whimpers came out of my mouth as I sat there and cried. I wanted to throw up. I can't. They'll know if I do. We all sat there in silence as the sun came up. The RV came back as Negan drags Rick to the center of the circle.

"Here we are. Let me ask you something, Rick -- do you even know what that little trip was about? Speak when you're spoken to." Negan says.

"Okay. Okay." Rick repeats.

"That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that.
I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?"

"Yeah. Yes. Yes." Rick response.

"Okay. All right. And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads." The men pull out their guns and cock them.

"Good. Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess." Negan makes an explosion noise.

"Kid Right here. Kid now." Negan calls for Carl. He gets up and walks over to Negan.

"You a southpaw?" Negan asked as he took off his belt. What the hell is he about to do?

"Am I a what?" Carl asked.

"You a lefty?"

"No." Carl says angrily.

"Good. That hurt?" Negan ties the belt on Carl's arm.

"No." Carl says.

"Should. It's supposed to. All right.
Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy. Spread them wings." Carl gets down on the ground and spreads his arms out.

"Simon you got a pen?" A pen? Out of everything, a pen.

"Yeah." Simon says as he tosses it.

"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm.
There you go. Gives you a little leverage." Negan draws a line on Carl's arm.

"Please. Please. Please don't. Please don't." Rick begs.