I jolt awake when we come to a sudden stop. I grogily look out the window to see some men building a wall of logs near the bridge we are parked under. At first I think it's ment for us, but then I realize that it's part of Negan's men from the way they kneel in his presence once he steps foot out of the car.

He orders them to continue to work as he opens the backdoor on the opposite side of me and smiles at me before he bends down to unbuckle Lucille as if she were a small child.

Simon and I stay in the car while Negan checks up on his workers. It looks like they're building a dam of some sort, except they're nowhere near water.

"What's this for?" I ask Simon. He glances up in suprise at me through the rear view mirror as if he forgot I was there.

He turns in his seat and smiles. "Oh, for your friends. You see, we set up a little trap for them."

My blood runs cold. "They won't fall for it."

He starts the car back up once Negan starts to head back. "We'll see."

Negan gets in and hands me Lucille again. "They're almost complete. The first group out in the fourth road said that they already came through and are heading to road three which will lead them this way so we better get into our costumes and start the show!" He turns to me. "And damn, is this going to be a good Damn show."

"They're smart, they aren't going to fall for any of your games." I sneer.

Negan smiles and glances out the window to see the road zooming by. "Is it not that obvious yet? Should I put flashing lights on a sign that says 'they already have'?"

I fiddle with my dog tags and try to see a way to warn them as I run my fingers across the engravings. I could engrave more into my dog tags and toss it out the window since they will be coming down this road. No. I don't  have anything sharp enough to do so.

I clutch my stomach like I'm going to be sick. "Hey. I don't feel too well. Can we pull over?" I try to make my face look sick which is actually pretty difficult. Negan rolls his eyes at me and then orders Simon to pull over. I keep my hand tight around the chain balled up in my hand as I open the door and bust out. I'm not stupid enough to go run into the woods, but Simon gets his gun and threatens me anyways.  I toss the dog tags under the car out of their sight and pretend to "throw up" behind some brush.

I pray that my plan will work as I walk back to the car and quickly check their faces to make sure they don't suspect anything. I sigh in relief when they look more annoyed about me being "sick" rather than suspicious or mad. I crawl back into the backseat and lean my head against the cold window as they take off down the road again.

It's weird and almost heartbreaking at the lightness I feel around my neck without the weight of the tags and chain. Hopefully this isn't the last time I'll see them.

Simon drives for about half an hour before stopping in a circle of a bunch of other cars. The sun slowly sets behind the cluster of trees that surround us. I start to follow Negan until a guy grabs my shoulder and leads me another way. I try to resist, but he only tightens his grip and shoves me in the back of a van, slamming the door. There aren't any Windows in the back, so I can't see anything which bothers me.

The light under the door grows darker as the sun sinks further and further. I'm in there for about an hour as I sit and wait in agony for news of wether or not they were captured.

Suddenly I hear whistling all around me. A high pitched then low pitched whistle that seems to be coming from everywhere.  The light under the door gets brighter in a flash as some lights are turned on.

I try and press my ear to the door to hear what's going on, but all I hear is the muffled voice of some man. He says a couple of words to someone and then stops. Someone further away starts to whistle and then stops. I hold in a breath to try and help me hear better as the indistinguishable  voice of Negan booms throughout.

"It's going to be pee pee city real soon." I can hear the smile in his voice. Who is he talking too? The group would surely have figured out my warning. "Which one of you is the leader?" He asks. Some one responds to him and then Negan's voice lowers as he talks to the leader. "Bring her out!" He calls to someone.

The door swings open and I jump back so I don't topple out and shield my eyes from the bright light that shines in my face, obviously someone's flash light. They grab the back of my hood and literally drag me out and throw me on the ground face first. I spit out a mouth full of dirt and look up.  Only to have my heart stop as a familiar face stares back at me.

"E-Eugene?" I stutter and stare at the crying man. I look beyond him to see Carl, Aaron, Sasha, Rick, Maggie, Abrham, Michonne, Daryl, Rosita, and Glenn. "Y-you guys aren't supposed-"

"Told ya they'd fall for my trap." Negan smiles and points Lucille at me.  I look back at the faces of my friends- my family- and they all have different expressions. Some scared, some crying, some crazy,  and some stone cold. "You see Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you do not mess with the New World Order. The New World Order is this and it's really very simple.  So if you're stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here it goes, pay attention."

He points Lucille at Rick and I don't hear what he says. I'm too busy having a panic attack because someone is going to die. I can feel it in my gut. "Today was career day," he starts walking down the line. "We invested alot so you can know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have stuff? You give it to me now, that's your job."

He stops and looks at everyone. "Now I know that that is a very mighty big, nasty, pill to swallow. But swallow it, you most certainly will." He directs his attention to Rick. "You ruled the roost. You built something."

I look over at Carl who looks back at me with the same expression. Fear.

"You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged. More pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half your stuff. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more and it'll even out sooner or later.

"I want you to work for me. And you can't do that if you're dead, now can you? I'm not growing a garden. But, you killed my people. A whole damn lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with! And for that, that you're going to pay." He looks around at the rest of us. "So now," he pauses. "I'm going to beat the holy hell out of one of you."

My heart stops for the third time that day and my chest becomes heavy. This can't be real. This isn't happening. 

Negan holds up Lucille to Rick. "This, this is Lucille. And. She. Is. Awesome. All this. All this is just a weak pick out. Which one of you gets the honor?"

He begins to walk down the line again and stops at Abraham. For a moment I think Negan is going to kill him until he puts a hand up to his face and mumbles something and continues moving. He gets closer to my end and stops at Carl. I feel my fist ball up. I don't care if I die in the process, but he is not touching anyone.

"You have one of our guns." He says and kneels down infront of Carl as Carl stares him down. "Whoa. Damn. You got a lot of our guns then. Damn kid, lighten up. At least cry a little." He smiles at Carl who doesn't break his stare. Negan then gets up and continues down the other way and stops at Maggie.

"Jesus. You look awful. I should just put you out of your misery right now." He begins to raise Lucille before Glenn screams at him and jumps up the same time I do.

"No! No!" He screams as three guys tackle him and start to beat him up. Someone behind me kicks me in the back of the knees, causing me to fall down hard back in my place.

"Stop it!" Maggie screams at the men beating up Glenn. Some guy with Daryl's crossbow points it at Glenn.

"Nope, nope." Negan thinks for a moment. "Get him back in line." The guy tries to put a resisting Glenn back in his place. Glenn pleads to Negan to not hurt Maggie and my heart shatters at the thought of them being apart forever.

Negan chuckles. "Alright, listen. Don't any of ya do that again. I will shut that crap down. No exceptions. First one's free. You had a moment, I get it."

He turns back to Rick. "Sucks. Don't it? The moment you realize you don't know crap."

Rick looks like he's about to go into one of his psychotic episodes. Negan turns to Carl and points to him. "This is your kid. Oh, ho, oh, this is definitely your kid."

"Stop!" Rick yells at him.

"Hey!" Negan yells back. Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody.  Everybody is at the table waiting for your order."

He starts that stupid, annoying, whistle again and goes back to examining everyone. Back and forth, back and forth. He eventually stops in the middle and chuckles. 

"I simply can't decide." He smiles as if that's a good thing. He turns his head away in thought and then brings it back up with a smile. "You know what? I have an idea." 

He walks over to Rick first. "Eenie," Michonne. "Meenie," Aaron. "Minee," Abrham. "Moe."

I caught on quick to what he's doing. I thought he reached the end of the song and that it was the end for Abrham and I was prepared to fight, knowing that it could end my own life. But he continues. He doesn't have a pattern, he just goes to whoever.

Me. "Catch," Glenn. "A tiger," Sasha. "By his toe." Carl. "My mother," Rosita. "Told me," Eugene. "To pick," Maggie. "The," Rick. "Very," Daryl. "Best," Glenn. "One." Carl. "And," Michonne. "You," Carl. "Are,"

"It."

It's me.