"You pull your pud that slow, fuckwit?" A tall handsome man with dark hair spoke wearing a smug grin on his face. "Game point!"

The man was in a game of ping-pong with a young school-age boy. The man in question was easily beating the child and was smirking confidently in doing so. "If I had a wrist that weak I'd need three pictures of your mom to blow a load." He said coolly waving the racket toward the other boys who were watching, "Now which one of you little pricks is next?"

The boy he beat, a young blonde in a t-shirt just stared at the man in shock. Next to him stood a boy with freckles and a boy with a ball cap. The blonde turned and ran away from the others in tears, and the boy in the ball cap quickly apologized on his behalf. "Sorry, Coach Negan. Josh has always been kind of a pussy. I'll try to calm him down." Then both boys took off behind Josh.

The man previously mentioned, now known as Negan, stared after the three young boys as they left his garage in haste. "Fuck." He muttered. "Fuck fuck fuck." He then sat in silence, realizing he went too far yet again. But this was Negan. And this was how he was. A big mouth who didn't think about consequences of words nor actions.

"What the fuck, Negan?" A pissed off woman with dark hair in a ponytail appeared in the garage doorway. "You're a role model to these kids. I've got their parents on the phone saying you cussed them out?!"

"Only one of them!" Negan said in his defense, shrugging it off. "And I was just messing with them."

"Have you lost your mind? The school is going to fire you."

"The school?! These kids aren't going to respect me if I have a stick up my butt outside of school. I have to be the cool teacher." He rose from his seat and looked away, clear frustration on his face. "You should hear the shit they say."

"Yeah, but they're not-" The woman stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she lost consciousness and hit the ground. Negan stared in shocked horror at his unconscious wife. He ran toward his prone wife screaming, "Baby?! BABY?!" No response. He collapsed by her side in a panic. "Oh, God! Wake up." He shook her. "Wake up!"

An older man walking his dog came by and noticed the commotion. "She okay?" He asked in general concern. Negan quickly spun around and ordered the older man to call 9-1-1.

Now at the hospital, Negan sat by his wife's bedside as they waited for a report on what caused her to faint. They both turned toward the doctor as he entered the room with a grim expression on his face. He sighed and shook his head.

"I'm afraid I have some very unfortunate news. There's no easy way to say this..." The doctor proceeded to explain in explicit detail the results of the testing. It wasn't good.

The couple burst into tears in each other's arms...

The next few days following the news, Negan's life had changed. He became more angry, more stressed. He took out his frustration on the punching bag in his garage. He was harsher on the children he coached in gym class. But at home, he helped his wife walk and was deeply depressed and heartbroken as he helplessly watched her deteriorate. Even his affair was miserable as he lay on top of another woman, screwing her while thinking of his wife. His mistress quickly grew irritated by his sudden lack of enthusiasm.

"Hey! Down here! Negan?!" She yelled. "What's wrong?"

Negan moved off her, sitting on the edge of the bed now. "My wife has cancer." He said it so matter-of-fact and straightforward that it caught his mistress completely by surprise. The woman's surprise soon grew to anger as she quickly climbed out of bed, screaming at Negan in her anger.

"What are you telling me that for? So I'll feel bad for her? So I'll feel guilty? I didn't ask you to be here. I didn't talk you into this. This isn't... This isn't my fault! Your wife has cancer?! Fuck you." She headed toward the bathroom shooting Negan an angry glare over her shoulder. "I'm done with this... we're through. Don't be here when I come out. You're an asshole."

"It took you this long to figure that out?" The bathroom door slammed loudly in his face. Negan shut his eyes, sighed, and stood up. "Goodbye."

That night Negan wakes up in his own bed, the motion causing his wife to stir with a mumbled moan. "Negan?"

He turns toward his sleeping spouse. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." So much had happened in the last couple days it was hard for him to sleep. But his wife didn't need to suffer any more than she already was. The guilt was eating away at him slowly. He almost felt like she had gotten cancer because of him. Like God was punishing him for all the shit he had done.

"S'okay... I'd be up puking in a little while regardless." The sick woman rolled toward her husband. "What's wrong?"

He took a shaky breath. This is what he feared. Her reaction once he told her the truth. He was pretty sure she knew about the affair, but still. The timing of these current events. He really was an asshole. "I..." He looked toward her grimly. "I ended it."

his wife's face fell, her expression a look of pure hatred toward the man she once loved. "Now?!" She asked as she sat up. "You wait for this to end it?! Why?"

"I don't need it. I don't... want it anymore. I just want you. I just want us to be together." Negan answered with complete honesty. However, his answer made no sense to his sickly wife as she stared at him as though he were insane.

"Well... you're not going to have that for very long. What's wrong with you?" She rolled over and pulled the blanket up to her chest, turning her back toward him. "Why would you pick the sick one?"

The next few weeks were good. They spent more time together. They laughed and joked as he pushed her wheelchair. She laughed at his crude and often vulgar humor. Even after she lost all her hair and they knew her time here was limited, he stayed by her side. He cried often, to which she'd insist he stop. his wife didn't want him to remember her as his sick wife that he couldn't save. She loved him, despite it all, and wanted to be remembered as his wife.

And as she lay on her deathbed, Negan sat loyally by her side holding her hand in his two strong ones. "You're going to fucking beat this, okay? Stop all this damn negative thinking." He insisted, determined to not lose her. Not here. Not like this. "You're like a health ninja who's going to broadsword the shit out of this cancer- you're going to-"

"You're off your game." his wife said weakly from her hospital bed. "Ninjas... don't use broadswords..."

"I need you to know that you are everything to me. I'm not perfect... hell, I'm a fucking piece of dog shit. You deserve so much better. Did I do this to you? Did I fucking cause this? If I'd been there for you... and not... if I didn't... would you have been strong enough to fight this?"

His moment was soon interrupted. His chance to tell his wife his deepest feelings was taken from him as a doctor burst into the hospital room in a panic. People were running down the halls screaming behind him as the door flew open. Negan was too concerned for his wife to care what was going on, and was both confused and pissed off when the man told him, "Sir! Sir! We've evacuated the hospital! This area is not safe! You need to come with me!"

"What?! I'm not fucking leaving my wife!"

"She's too sick to move- there's nothing we can do." He urged, tugging on Negan's arm desperately.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" The bigger man pulled free of the panicked doctor's grasp.

"It's not safe here." The man ran out the door. "Save yourself!"

Negan heard yelling and explosions outside. He quickly peered out the hospital window. Below him was complete mayhem. People running and screaming. Cars on fire. People attacking each other. It was like the end of the world. Mayhem, carnage, destruction. Negan had been in the hospital by his wife's side for days, maybe even weeks. What could have happened to the outside world during that time?

"What the fuck..." He watched people attack and tear into other people savagely. "Those people... there's something wrong with them."

A loud crash drew his attention away from the window. A young African American male ran past his room, glancing in at Negan. "Run, man! Run!"

In a panic, Negan slammed the door shut, heart pounding. "Fuck. What the fuck?!" He grabbed the computer desk and moved it in front of the door, thinking it would keep them safe from whatever was going on outside. Must be insane or sick people. Should be contained soon. There were crazy people everywhere. This wasn't anything the police or government or whatever couldn't handle.

"Probably best you're sleeping through this." Negan said calmly, sitting next to his wife once more. "Should all be over... by the time you..." She quit breathing. "... wake up." Reaching for her neck, he placed two fingers on her pulse. There was none. She was gone. His wife was gone and the world as he knew it was falling apart. Breaking down in tears he cried like a baby for the loss of his wife, not knowing that this loss was bigger than he could imagine.

Outside was a loud crash. Jumping up, Negan ran to the window and looked down at the streets below in horror at the scene that was unfolding. Things had only gotten worse, not better after his wife died. Maybe this was God's punishment to him for being such an asshole to her, to his students, to everyone he met. Maybe her death and whatever the hell this is was his fault. He watched a mob terrorize a car with people trapped inside. The groans, they were inhumane. "Fucking shit..."

As he stared at the streets outside the hospital window, he heard an indistinguishable growl from behind him. Turning around, to his astonishment, he found his wife to be very much alive. Or at least, she appeared to be. She fell out of bed, hitting the floor with a thud. Unidentifiable groans and growls and gurgles came from her throat.

"Lucille?" He reached for his wife as she fell out of bed. "Lucille?! Are you okay?! I thought you were- I thought you'd-"

The woman once known as Lucille turned toward her husband. Her eyes were glazed over and lifeless as she snarled and clawed at the man she once loved. Negan quickly scrambled away from his undead wife in horror and disbelief. What the hell was going on? Had he somehow caused all this? Had he brought this torment on himself? What was wrong with Lucille?

"Lucille?" He questioned, huddled in a corner just out of her reach. She acted as though she didn't recognize him. Growling and snapping and grabbing. She was like something else. Like some kind of monster. Shakily Negan rose to his feet, trembling he reached to feel her pulse. There was none. There was no pulse yet she was alive. She was dead yet she wasn't. Lucille was a zombie.

"That's not... this isn't real." He stared at the Lucille-thing in disbelief. "You're not... Do you...?" He waved his hand in front of her face. No response. Just moans and growls. "It's me... it's your husband." His only response was gurgling and snarling. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He leaned toward his wife-thing placing a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry." He wiped his tears away with his arm, unblocked the door, and left the room.

Someone was screaming. Heading down the hall he saw the same young man from earlier. He was trapped as two zombies were trying to reach him. "Fucking fuck!" Negan exclaimed as the boy yelled for help while using a hospital gurney to keep the monsters away. Negan just stared in shock for a moment as the boy cried for help.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" He cried as a zombie's hand grabbed his shirt.

"Be more practical, kid." Negan ran toward the boy. "Call for someone who can help." He yanked the female zombie off the boy. As he knocked away the female zombie he heard the teen yelling at him.

"Their heads! You gotta bust them open or they just keep coming! I seen one get shot five times!"

"Ack! Fuck!" The male zombie slammed Negan into a wall. In desperation, the man grabbed the fire extinguisher beside him. He bashed the male in the head repeatedly, and as the female came at him from behind he turned and proceeded to bash her skull in as well. It was his first time killing another person. His first time killing a zombie. The adrenaline was all that kept him alive as he lost control on the two monsters.

"Thanks, Mister." The boy said. "You okay?"

"No... I'm not... I just murdered two people..." Negan slumped to the floor, his face darkened. "I'm a fucking murderer."

"You can't murder people who are already dead, man. These guys were dead on the ground when I came through here. You didn't do nothing wrong."

Negan looked up at the young teen. "They're dead? So who they were... it's all gone. They're just mindless monsters now..."

"Trying to eat us... yeah. This has been all over the news for days. The dead are taking over. Where have you been?"

"I've been a little... preoccupied." Negan lowered his gaze, remembering his recent loss. Trying to make sense of all of this. And maybe even a little grateful Lucille didn't live to see this. "Down the hall a ways... across from the elevator. There's another one on the floor... next to the bed. Could you handle it for me? I'm... a little beat."

The boy stared at him in surprise, then spoke slowly and carefully. "Yeah. Sure." He grabbed the bloody fire extinguisher and dragged it to Lucille's hospital room. After a few moments, the boy returned. "Was she your wife?"

Negan looked up. "What?"

"Happened to my mom today. She was sick, something wrong with her heart. I couldn't... y'know... after she was dead either." A look of heartbreak falls over the kid's face. "Figured the woman in there... she was your wife."

"Listen, kid." Negan stood up, taking the fire extinguisher from the boy. "We're all having a shitty fucking day." He headed toward the exit. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

Negan was broken after this. So much death in one day, all following the death of his wife. If God was punishing him, this sure was one hell of a way to show his wrath.

Outside the boy was rushing down the street on foot. Negan could barely keep up with the kid, he was walking so fast. On the way, they passed crashed vehicles, destroyed buildings, broken windows, dead bodies. The boy needed to get back home. He'd be safer in his own house until this whole thing blew over. The government had to be doing something about it, right?

"Kid... slow the fuck down." Negan ordered.

"I gotta get home. Not safe to be out anymore."

"How far is your house? Probably not going to be the easiest fucking trip to make on foot." Negan then quickly corrected himself. He was doing it again. "I mean, I don't mean to be telling you your business."

The boy turned toward him. "Would you drive me?"

Negan looked at the kid like he asked the dumbest question on earth. "Yeah. Why the fuck you think I stopped you? You fucking stupid or something?"

"You're not very nice."

"I traded in nice for funny a long time ago. You'd be surprised how much better it works." He peered around a building as some zombies walked by. "Nice is boring. Nice has never led to fucking in the history of anything, ever. Funny fucks all day and night."

After it was safe they headed toward what appeared to be a garage. Hopefully, a working car was in there. As they walked, Negan continued his perverse analogy of life.

"You're old enough to know that life is just a constant hunt for any path that leads to fucking. Our bodies want us to make babies... but we try not to think about that part. It's gross." He says, ignoring the fact he's splattered with blood. "You're what... fifteen?"

"Thirteen."

"Close enough." Negan said as they rounded a corner toward a garage.

"You okay?" The boy asked with concern. "Your wife just died, and you're acting weird."

"I'm..." A pause. "I'm fine." They entered the garage where a bunch of cars sat untouched by the events outside. "This way."

They walked through the cars, presumably looking for Negan's own car. He had most likely parked here when coming to the hospital with his wife. Probably thinking she'd recover and they'd go home. And assuming if she died he'd end up going home by himself. Looks like God or the devil or whoever is in charge of all this chaos had other plans. As they walked, Negan decided to break the ice with small talk.

"Still a virgin, then?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know is yes." Negan narrowed his eyes at the young teen. "And good for you. Take your time. Make it special... make it count. Honestly... push it off as long as you can. It's kind of like that whale who ate that guy's leg and wouldn't leave him alone. Is that how that story went?" He questioned, getting Jonas and the whale mixed up with captain hook. Before the kid could respond, he continued. "Once you get a taste of human leg, you'll go to the ends of the earth to get more... and by human leg... I mean sex."

The teen smiled and blushed as blood rushed to his face, warming his cheeks. Negan smiled at him. "That got you. Good."

"There is this girl... my neighbor. I was thinking... if I could find her... protect her from all this, keep her safe..." The boy went off into his own world as he daydreamed. "Maybe then she'd like me."

"Ha! Now you're talking." Negan laughed for the first time since this started. "I like your style, kid. You're alright."

Negan really liked this kid. And they each shared a sense of loss. Negan lost his wife, the kid lost his mom. They understood each other. And he enjoyed their conversations. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. Yeah, everything was going to be ok. Or they would have been if a zombie didn't jump out of a seemingly empty car and ambush the teen.

Negan turned as he heard the yelling behind him. The walker was devouring the boy as if he were at a bar-b-q. Negan's expression fell. Of course. This was his life now. His punishment. "Fuck."

After losing his wife and his new friend, Negan got in his car and headed out on his own. Where he was going, he didn't know or care. He was just driving. He needed to get away from here. Virginia wasn't safe. Maybe things were different elsewhere. Maybe this was only statewide. That boy said the dead was taking over the world. But when has the news ever been right? It was all about ratings. Things must be better somewhere. Maybe they got it contained in some larger cities. Regardless more problems would arise for Negan the more he traveled. Running out of gas forced him to stop and look for a car to siphon.

Of course, things would only get worse from there.

"Maybe that's our gas you're taking."

Now sporting facial hair where he was once clean shaved, Negan turned to see who was addressing him and interrupting him siphoning gas for his car. "Maybe you'll be taking my beating in return. I mean, I'll give you a beating. Not that you'll be... that was supposed to sound fucking clever and it... Let me start over. I haven't spoken out loud in a few weeks."

"Listen, you clown. Just give us the gas can." Ordered a young man in a ball cap.

Negan spun to face the four young men standing behind him. "Not fucking happening. But listen, what the fuck are you going to do with it? I found a car, few blocks from here... ran out of gas, keys still in it. You take my gas... you don't exactly have all the pieces of the puzzle, do you?" The four men looked at each other quizzically. Negan had their attention. Good. "Any of you motherless motherfuckers know how to hotwire a car?"

Silence.

"Okay then, there's five of us. We'll fit just fine in the car. Follow me." He led the way, suddenly becoming the leader of the small group. He looked back at one of the guy's weapons and smirked. "Nice bat."

Back at the car, the hood was open with smoke coming from it. The four young men were walking away pissed off. Negan followed after them. "It was an honest mistake. I thought it was just out of gas. I know fuck all about cars!"

The men ignored him and kept walking. Desperate to not end up alone again, Negan chased after them. Despite being annoyed, they let him tag along. Up the roads a way they looked at a map and discussed where to go from here. Negan approached them enthusiastically.

"Put your hands in front of your tummies, I don't want the raging hard-ons this news is about to give you to cause any gut punches. Paul, looks like you could use a good hard-on. Don't let them go to waste at your age!" The one known as Paul looked at Negan, not amused. "Follow me. I found a place with clean beds."

The five continued to travel together and soon became friends. Negan had fun hanging with them, and they seemed to like him too. Hanging out at a gas station, the guys ducked out of the rain and talked about all the people they had lost since this started a few weeks ago.

"What about you, Negan? You lose anyone?"

"Me? Nah. I was always a bit of a loner." Negan lied. "So no... not really. Nope."

That night they camped out together sharing stories of past and recent events. The current topic, however, was how amazing Negan was.

"I can't believe you nailed that thing from across the parking lot. That was amazing!" Ball cap guy said, sounding highly impressed.

"I've never fired a gun in my life." Negan admitted, grinning. "Feels like I got a ten-foot dick made out of giant dicks that ejaculate dicks. Seriously, guns are the shit."

As the night went on, the five men continued their conversation unaware of what was slowly surrounding their little party. "Overcompensation?" Negan was saying as zombies moved in on all sides. "Sports cars and guns... all for guys with little dicks, right? Horse shit. My dick fires warm, pearly snot wads... this phallic majesty ejaculates hot fucking death into whatever I point it at. How can any dick compare to that?"

Suddenly the other members of the group grew rigid with fear. Eyes wide as they realized what was around them. There was a group moving in behind Negan as he ate whatever they had found to cook. He looked at the others clueless about what was about to occur. "What? Too much dick talk?"

"Holy shit! Behind you! Get down!"

Negan realized what was going on a little too late. As the others ran for their weapons, or for cover, Negan unstrapped his rifle and opened fire on the herd that had ambushed his little group. "Fuck!" He yelled as a zombie grabbed him from behind. He knocked it off easily and turned toward it as it fell into the campfire. "'Bout the clumsiest fucking..." He stomped it into the fire. "Burn."

As the fight continued he turned towards his new friends. "You pricks could have told me we were surrounded..." All around him the dead were distracted eating his allies. Everyone had become an easy meal. No one survived. No one except Negan. It was always Negan. He was alone yet again. God wasn't done making him suffer yet.

"Huh."

Reaching down calmly, he picked up the baseball bat. He then proceeded to bash the heads in on every single zombie. All around him was death and carnage, just like every day before. After it was over he dropped the bat and walked away. He then paused and looked back at the bat. It seemed to do the job. It worked more efficiently than a gun, and he didn't need to worry about ammo. He picked up the bloody object and smiled.

Continuing on foot with the bat strapped to his back, he didn't know where he was going or why. He was just moving. Looking for... God knows what. He only knew staying in one place too long only got you killed. That was his mistake. Groups and loitering. He was better off alone and on the move. After all, that was his destiny. His punishment for not being a good coach, a good husband...

As he washed off his bat in a river he heard a twig snap behind him. Turning he saw a man in glasses with a terrified woman on his arm. "We aren't trying to rob you or anything." The man said nervously. "We're just... we're out here on our own and we were wondering...do you have a safe place to stay?"

Negan allowed the husband and wife to accompany him. As they walked Negan silently listened to tales of their sixteen-year-old daughter and how she had died. It wasn't long before they had joined her. Then he met up with a woman who spoke fondly of her dead husband. But alas, she joined him during a zombie attack. Two siblings found Negan and told him about their dad and how he died saving them. However, the boy was devoured leaving Negan and the teen girl on their own.

"Negan... stop."

"What is-?" Negan turned around to see a bite taken out of the girl's neck.

"I didn't feel it. It was so fast I couldn't..."

"Fuck you."

"What?"

Negan had enough. Everyone he got close to died. Everyone that came around him died. He was cursed. Cursed to lose anyone he grew attached to. His wife, that kid, that group, and all the people that came after. His heart grew cold and dark after that. Turning toward the scared teen he got right up in her face, rage, and hatred in his eyes and in his voice.

"You're bit?! Fuck you!" Negan screamed in her face as if it were her fault. "Go fucking fuck yourself up your fucking ass, you fuck. I'm sick to death of this shit! You ran and let your father die. You fucking flipped your shit in there... and let your fucking brother die, and for all your trouble... you get to fucking die. I'm sick of you people. You're all fucking weak. All you ever do is die." He walked away and left her kneeling on the ground sobbing. "So go die."

So that was that. Negan continued on his own. He wasn't sure where he was until he passed a sign saying Welcome to Georgia. He had come a long way in the last few weeks. He headed down a neighborhood in Rural Georgia, taking down zombies here and there. Occasionally he got a car working, but mostly he was on foot. Now, starving and on his own, he searched the neighborhood for food, ammo, or anything else useful to survive.

While exploring the mostly abandoned town, he came to a rather expensive looking house. He discovered the sliding door was open and went inside. Once in, he heard a scream. It sounded like a small child. Cussing under his breath he ran toward the screams, his bat ready for action. He soon came across a zombie of a teenage girl, and she appeared to have something tiny trapped in a corner of the kitchen. Raising the bat above his head he slammed it down onto the teen-zombies skull again and again and again...

After he had finished, he heard sobbing from the cabinets. Squatting down, he saw a tiny figure curled up in a space under the sink. Opening the door he reached a hand toward the small child, trying to coax her out. "Hey, you're safe, kid." Eventually, the child came out from hiding. She was skin and bone, trembling, wearing a baseball cap with a D on it, and a yellow sundress with purple shoes and purple stockings. She was filthy with thick curly hair. She looked as though she hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Where're your parents, kid? What are you... like six?"

"I-I'm eight." She corrected timidly.

"You're fucking tiny for a fucking eight-year-old, but I'll take your word for it."

The child looked at him horrified by his language. No one ever spoke to her that way before. She knew it was bad, but not what it meant. "So, where are they?"

"W-what?"

"Your parents. Are you fucking stupid?"

She started to cry. "Th-they went on a trip and... and left me with..." She looked at the dead body that had previously tried to eat her and curled up crying as her own stomach rumbled with hunger. It wasn't hard for Negan to put two and two together. Her parents are most likely dead since they clearly never came home. And the monster he bashed in was the kid's babysitter.

"Shit." He wasn't used to dealing with kids her age. He never had any and he coached teens. The only thing he really knew right now was the girl needed food and water. Dropping his bag on the floor, he pulled out a bottle of water and a can of pasta he had raided from a neighbor not too far from here. He opened the can with a knife and gave it to the girl. Sitting beside her, he watched as she devoured what he had offered her, and tried to keep in mind she was a child. A child who clearly survived these last few weeks on her own, somehow. She showed potential. He had to admit he was impressed; although she would have starved to death or been zombie food if he didn't show up when he did.

"What's your name, kid?" He asked calmly after she finished eating.

She took a drink of water, swallowed and looked up at him nervously. She was still shaking. He was pretty intimidating with that bloody bat and his colorful choice of words. She wasn't entirely sure yet if he intended to save her or hurt her. "Clem-Clementine."

"Clementine? Your parents fucking named you after a fucking fruit?" He studied her face and gaged her reaction. "Sorry. I... uh... let me start over. I haven't talked to any kids your age in... well..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm Negan. And it looks like I'm your savior."

Clementine gulped, feeling very uncomfortable and looked down. "Th-this is my house. I-I want my mom and dad. I wish they'd come home now..."

"Where are they?"

"They went on a trip, to Savannah I think. Where the boats are."

"And how long were they supposed to be gone?"

"A... a few days."

"When did they leave?"

"I-I dunno... a few weeks ago... I think..."

Negan sighed. "I hate to break it to you, Clementine." He stood up, Lucille resting on his shoulder, a dark look shadowing his face. "But if your parents didn't come back yet, they're not coming back at all."

"W-what?" She looked up at him, eyes wide, tears streaking her face.

"They're dead, Clementine. As fucking dead as that fucking fuck face I bashed in saving your ass. Well, maybe not as dead. They might be walking around as fucking dead fucks, eating some other dumbfuck who was too weak to fucking stay alive."

"Those are swears! Mommy says we're not supposed to talk like that..."

"Yeah well, guess what? Mommy isn't here cause she's fucking dead."

"My parents are not dead!"

Negan scoffed and shook his head. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Believe whatever you fucking want, kid. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Come on." He tugged on her hand half dragging her behind him.

She quickly adjusted herself, stumbling a bit before walking by Negan's side. "W-why? Where are we going...?" Clementine asked, trembling in fear.

"You're coming with me, kid. I didn't save you just for you to fucking die here."