She sat there on her knees, sweating from head to toe. She looked over at her brother, Daryl, who was sitting there helplessly, wrapped up in a blanket. She looked over at Rick, then at Carl. Rick looked like his was finally, for the first time ever, scared. She reached out and put a hand on his knee. He looked at her and grabbed her hand.
She finally looked up to see her worst nightmare. The large man with the strange looking bat walked up to Rick. "Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan."
Rick let go of her hand and looked up at the man who called himself Negan. Rick was absolutely flushed with sweat, he looked like it had been months since he had a drink of water. Negan chuckled, which was not a 'that was funny' chuckle, at Rick's non-answer. "You wanna play that game, huh? Alright. Let's play games." He laughed sinisterly, putting the bat in Rick's face. "This," He started, "Is Lucille. And she. Is. Awesome. Don't follow by my rules, she bashes in your head."
"I don't want to kill anyone, but I have to. Cause, ya know, you kill my men, I kill yours, It's only fair. So, who do I kill, Rick?" Negan asked, backing away from Rick a tiny bit and resting the bat named Lucille. Rick, of course, didn't answer. He probably wouldn't be able to answer what 1+1 equals right now.
"Wait, I've got an idea." Negan smirked, and walked up to Rick again, pointing the bat at him. "Eenie." Was he serious? He was about to beat someone to death; not exactly the best time for nursery rhymes.
After a ver anticipating and deadly game of "Eeenie meenie miny mo", he got to his target, 'it.'
And It was her.
She looked up at Negan, feeling a burning hatred for him. The last feeling she'd ever feel before she felt the feeling of a bat bashing her head in. She could also feel the zero remorse Negan had for her, Daryl Rick, or anyone at all. She looked over at Daryl. She could see the sadness and the tears filling her big brothers eyes. She looked over at Rick, who was the same. Then Carl, then Maggie, then Abraham. But Abraham's look was different.
"Look at me," Negan's frightening voice barked. Her head shot back up, looking Negan straight in the eye. "I really, truly, with all my heart, am sorry. I mean, you're beautiful, but when you and uh, him," He pointed the bat to Daryl, then back at her. "Kill my men, there's consequences." He raised the bat in the air, and it suddenly flew across the ground as Negan was tackled. It all happened in such a quick flash she couldn't see who it was until he was dragged back by Negan's men.
Abraham.
Negan stood up and grabbed his bat, smashing it against the ginger's head. "Whew! Look at that! Takin' it like a champ!" Negan exclaimed. "Suck..my..nuts.." Abraham breathed before he recueved another hit to the skull.
And another. And another. And another.
"Might as well kill you instead." Negan panted once he was finally done, then pointed the now bloody Lucille to Sam. "You're lucky you had a ginger this time."
This was hell. They were living in it, and burning to a damn crisp.
