Everything frustrated Negan more, he sent his men out to go look for the sniper. But of course, they didn't come back with a hostage, no. They came back with bullet wounds and a fearful look in their eyes. Negan was running out of ideas, he was going up against a trained Sniper and a war vet, this woman was a trained killer.

A trained killer who was one step ahead of him, always.

But he wouldn't give up, no of course not he's Negan for crying out loud. Negan was going to hold out and outsmart this woman, even if it was the last thing he did. He ran a camp of criminals, families and everyone in between, if he could control them he could control a women.

Reaching over and snatching up the next letter Negan tore open the envelope and began reading, ignoring the fact her printing was extremely neat.

'negan,

how frustrated are you? i know you are, it's killing you isn't it? you're dying to know who I am.

don't worry, we'll get to that. eventually.

i have another confession to make dear friend. i use to be small, innocent and had never even wanted to pull the trigger of a gun. my grandfather wanted me to go off to war like him and my father had.

i was the most inexperienced person in my unit, but i came out the best. you wanna know why? because I learned how to make killing painful. Shooting a man in the head is one thing, but up close and personal is a whole other thing.

if you're thinking I'm one of those freaks that gets off to that kind of stuff, you're wrong. i just like insuring scumbag men (or women) gets what is coming to them.

not many snipers get to be up close to their targets, actually it's almost never heard of. but negan you see, I'm different.

never forget that negan. now that you have confessions one and two you finally learned confession number three, i enjoyed killing those people.

oh and remember, never let anyone get too close... you never know who's really on your side.

Xoxo
-R.'

Negan stared at the letter in pure confusion. Why was she sending him these letters? Why was she confessing this all to him? She could have sent it to anyone, she could have picked any other camp to attack. Yet she chose his, and he wanted to know why.

Laying down and waiting to fall asleep, Negan found that he couldn't. His thoughts ran a mile a minute and he hated not being in control. He needed to know who this woman was, he didn't want to be taunted like this any longer. Nothing seemed to work though, none of the remedies to help one fall asleep was working for the man; so he resorted to counting sheep in his head.

But then he realized, he didn't remember what an innocent sheep looked like.

Rolling over onto his side, the letters long forgotten. Negan squeezed his eyes closed and tried his hardest to fall asleep. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he finally fell into a blanket of sleep, but he should have known better.

Negan should have known not to hope for a better day.