CARL'S POV
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A couple of days had passed. We still hadn't been able to find them. Negan was getting more and more snapping and impatient as the days went on.

We were sitting on the bed when we heard a knock on the door. "Ya!" Negan said loud enough to be heard.

Simon stepped into the room. Both Negan and I stood up. "We found them. Tina's gone." Simon said. Negan nodded.

We followed him down a few halls until we stopped at a door. It was fairly empty, all except for a table and a few chairs. A woman, who I guessed was Sherry, was sitting down while Dwight stopped pacing and looked at us.

"Would you sorry shits please explain yourselves." Negan said in a threateningly calm voice.

"T-tina was getting worse. We didn't have enough points for the medicine, we had to." Sherry tried to explain. Negan wasn't having it.

"All of you combined? Not enough fucking points? Bullshit!" He boomed.

Neither of them flinched. I have to say I was impressed with Dwight, he would barley be able to get out two words around Negan without stuttering before.

"Did you have anything to do with the killing of Timmy and his pack of assholes? What about the Satalite outpost?" Negan asked. Dwight shook his head. "No." He said.

Negan nodded slightly. "You know what happens next right?" He asked. No one said anything. "You die."

"No! Don't kill him, please! I'll do anything!" Sherry said desperately. Negan chuckled. "Anything?" He asked. Sherry nodded.

Negan though for a second before smiling like an evil genius. "You and Dwight, are done. You can't see each other." Negan said.

Dwight and Sherry looked at each other and reluctantly nodded. "But that's not enough. Dwight is gonna get the iron."

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Everyone was gathered around the fernace. I waited at the front of the crowd, in front of all of Negan's top dogs, all accepts for Simon. Who was waiting by the fernace to give Negan the skin meltingly hot iron.

Negan walked in. Dwight, who was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, instantly tensed every muscle in his body.

Negan paused right next to Simon. "You people, you know I hate doing this. I fucking wish I didn't have to. But Dwight. He stole from me. Medicine is getting harder to find and that is exactly what he stole. Medicine. Some kid could have been dying, and needed the meds he stole. Now he's gonna pay for what he did. And the scar that payment will leave. Will remind him and everyone else of one thing." Negan went on then did a small dramatic pause.

"Don't. Steal. My. Fucking. Shit." Negan said before pressing the iron to Dwight's face. Dwight instantly started screaming in pain. Sherry was shaking from anger and concern for her now ex husband.

I felt kinda bad for them both, but they stole. Negan kept the iron on his face for another good thirty seconds. He pulled the iron away and handed it to Simon, who put it back into the fernace.

"Doc. Do your thing. As for everyone else. Get back to work." Negan ordered. Everyone quickly did as they were told.

I followed Negan to his room. I closed the door behind us. Negan leaned Lucille up against the door frame.

"Now that he's felt with. We need to focus on these recant attacks." Negan said mainly to himself.

"Paula and her small crew are still out there. Maybe they could to something?" I suggested.

"No. They're dead." Negan said. I sighed. How could one group kill this many people so fast?

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