"Please! Please don't do this!" My target pleads.

"Shut up!" I yell at him. "Negan says hello" I say before putting a bullet between his eyes.

I lower my pistol and take a deep breath.

What the fuck are you doing? I ask myself.

I am a mercenary for the saviors. 'I am Negan'

It's been this way for me ever since the beginning. I've known Negan since before the infection, but he's changed and I don't like it. The kneeling and slavery and his stupid fucking bat. It's just a bunch of bullshit. I know what Negan is, and what he does to people. I wished he was the same man as before, but ever since the infection and the events after, he has been different. More ruthless. But I can't leave. He has my husband, Archer. He makes him do things that are unforgivable, and he hates it. Once I pay off my debt, then we'll book it. But until then, I'm Negan's merc.

You were a police officer I remind myself. You were supposed to protect your people, what have you become? I ask myself.

I sit down in my car and take a swig of my liquor I've stashed. "I am negan." I tell myself, trying to convince myself that I believe it. Maybe if I can do that, then everything will be painless. But I know if I do that, then I'll be ruined.

"Sam, come in." I hear over my radio.

I sigh in annoyance and pick up the radio, "fuckin' dumbasses." I tell myself before replying, "what." I say in an annoyed tone.

"You take care of that problem yet?" A guy named Dwight asks.

"When don't I? Yeah, I took care of it." I say taking another swig.

"Okay, come back to base. Negan wants to have a little chat." He says.

"What for?" I ask.

"Dunno. Just get back as soon as possible." He says.

"10-4" I answer.

I take one more swig before stashing my liquor away and driving back.

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Back at base, I park my car in my space and get out. When I walk inside, I take a few groceries, write my name down on the designated pads and what I took and depart to my apartment. I walk in and take off my bulletproof vest and my utility belt issued to me by my police department before the infection. I set them down beside my bed and look at my worn uniform in the mirror. I shake my head and take my shirt off when I hear a few hard knocks on my door.

I place my shirt at the end of my bed and grab a plain black shirt from my drawer before walking to the door and answering it. In the doorway, is Negan himself.

"Sup." I say before walking over to my bed again.

"Damn you are one fit gal. Why haven't we hooked up yet?" He asks me in his 'playful' tone.

"Piss off." I say before I put my shirt on.

"Oh come on now sam. No need to get all pissy. Just a little joke." He says with a smile on his face.

I look at him with a serious look. "Why do I get a feeling that you weren't joking?" I ask sarcastically.

He just laughs in response. "You know, I probably would have killed you by now if I didn't love how much of a badass you are." He says.

"Well that's comforting." I say going to the refrigerator grabbing a beer and taking a sip.

"So," I start, "why are you here again?" I ask him.

"Right, on to the subject at hand. We have a problem."

He says sitting down at the table. He gestures for me to sit and I obey.

"Is it hilltop?" I ask.

"I don't know. That's why I'm talking to you. I want you to find out who is causing us problems." He says.

"What happened that makes you want to dispatch me? Normally you would send someone else so it must have pissed you off pretty good huh?" I ask taking another sip.

"These assholes blew T's group to pieces on the road. I want to know who." He says.

"Gotcha boss." I say. "I'll report to you when I find them. Any leads so far?" I ask him before getting up and heading to my dresser drawer.

"No, no indications of anyone specific." He says.

"Got it." I say grabbing an extra uniform shirt and slipping it on over my black shirt.

"Want a beer?" I ask as I prepare.

"No, thank you though." He says. I nod and continue to re-dress myself. "You ever miss the good ole' days?" I ask him.

"What good ole' days?" He asks me with a warning tone, not to bring up before.

I look at him for a moment before turning to my vest, "never mind." I say.

I hear him get up and walk to the door, "i'll leave you to your preparations. Radio in to me when you're leaving." He says before opening the door.

"Yessir." I say as I button my shirt over my vest.

He pauses before leaving.

"Asshole." I say to myself before finishing and leaving.

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

I drive to the site of the incident and see the burned remnants of T's group. I shake my head at the scene. I walk around and survey pieces of rubble before determining that there is nothing to go off of. Then, I hear the infected walk towards me from behind. I turn around and am met with three of them coming at me. I take out my combat knife and take them out within minutes with no problem.

I sigh before going to my car and looking at my map to determine where I'll go to hunt down these bastards. I look at the sites and find that hilltop is my best choice to find anything. I put my map away and drive towards hilltop, driven by my fake rage for the incident. Determined to prove myself as Negan's hound dog to maybe spare people of his madness. I know that if I deal with his enemies, then they will be spared of negan's wrath. Even if I am with Negan, I can at least fight against him somehow. But he doesn't need to know...