I stare at the tip of the bat and then look over at the others in horror. I don't want to die, not now.

Rick is in psychotic daze and Michonne let's out a sob. But Carl is the one who breaks my heart. I can see the tears rolling down his cheek as he stares in disbelief. "I'm sorry." I whisper to him as tears gather in my eyes.

I look back at Negan who smiles menacingly at me. "Aw man!" He chuckles. "I was hoping it wasn't you. But," he brings his bat up to his eye level. "I guess Lucille got jealous with you around." He looks around at the rest of the lineup. "Any body moves, anybody breathes, I'll cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father. And then we'll start!" It's as if in slow motion I watch the bat being raised. Everything sounded muffled, as if we were underwater.

Negan snaps his head over to the right of me and he slowly lowers Lucille. I didn't hear anything to have caused him to suddenly come to a halt of bashing my head in, but then my senses come rushing back and it's as if a switch to my hearing was turned back on.

"Stop!" Abraham yells. "Take me instead!"

Negan laughs and points at him. "You people have to learn, and obviously her death will hurt you and maybe then will you listen to me and obey me. So....I'm going to have to say no."

Suddenly Daryl jumps up and lunges at Negan. Negan's men tackle Daryl before Daryl even hits Negan and hold him down like an animal.

"No! No!" Negan yells at him. "I told you I'd only allow one!" He points his bat at Daryl and then lowers it after a while.

He turns his back to us and brings his hand up to his chin and after a while he says "Aw man, I really need to shave this damn thing." He turns back around and smiles. "What is so difficult for you people to understand?" He pauses and then thinks for a moment. "Is it- is it because I haven't killed one of you yet?"

We all stare at him in confusion and fear. He waits for us to answer, but the only things that can be heard are the crickets and cicadas and the rustling of the leaves in the chilly air.  Negan takes a deep breath. "Welp, back to it!" He exclaims, and before any of us can react he brings his bat up and slams it right on Glenn's head.

"No! Glenn!" Maggie screams in hysterics. A few sob and a some scream. Me? I sit there. The tears pool out of my eyes and my chest feels like it's being compressed. It was supposed to be me. And now, now Glenn had to take my place. I don't know why, but I feel like it is my fault that now my friend sits there staring at his wife with blood pooling down his face and his eye ball popping out.

"Maggie, I'll- I'll find you." He gurgles out to Maggie who looks like she's about to pass out.

"Ho oh!" Negan exclaims in excitment, almost like he's enjoying this which wouldn't suprise me since he's already sick in the head. "I just hit you so hard that your eyeball popped out of your freaking skull!" He raises Lucille again and bashes his head over and over again. I want to close my eyes, to look away, but I can't. I can't help but watch and know that that would've been me laying there with my brains laying everywhere in a mush.

Negan's all but pureed Glenn's brains, but I notice Glenn's hand twitch uncontrollably. I finally force my eyes close and try to breathe again.

I hear Negan talk to Maggie. "Take a look." He orders her, but I guess she doesn't listen because he says it a bit more forceful. "Take a damn look!" I can hear her swearing at him between sobs. He moves over to me next.

"Here. You take a look too so you can see what would've been your fate." I can hear the smile in his voice as turns my head towards him with Lucille, causing Glenn's blood to smear on my cheek. I let loose a sob as I feel the still warm blood dripping down my neck.

I open my eyes and look at the devil himself, totally ignoring the chunks of flesh hanging off Lucille's barbed wire.

Rick mumbles something to Negan, but isn't heard over the gasps for air coming from about everyone.

"What's that?" Negan walks over to him and leans closer. "I can't hear you."

Rick's eyes have the glassy look that they normally get when he's about to literally rip someone's throat out and I actually fear for Negan's saftey being that close to him. "Not today, not tomorrow, but I'm going to kill you." Rick says a bit louder.

Negan looks at him, suprised, and then starts to laugh as if it was a joke. "Want to run that by me one more time? Not today, not tomorrow? Not today, not tomorrow! You have gone crazy."

"Sir," One of the guards cautiously approaches Negan. "We found more of them."

"More?" Negan echos and raises his eyebrows. "It must be Christmas! Bring them here." He turns and smiles at Rick. "Thought you could out smart me?"

Rick looks up with hatred. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

There's some rustling and a lot of cursing as people part to make room for the others. I don't see who they are at first, but then I see a familiar braid and the stub of an arm.

"Let go of me you-" Dylan is cut short when someone punches him in the face and knocks him out. Kennedy, Zainab, Patrick, Olivia, Austin, Hunter, Morgan, and Dylan all are being held by Negan's men. Morgan shouts profanities at them and the rest try to wiggle out of the grasps of the men.

"Well, well, well. You're just a bunch of kids! Isn't this exciting!" Negan walks over to them as they're placed in the line. Zainab vomits at the sight of Glenn. I don't blame her, she and Dylan both lived with him and Maggie for a month now.

I look over at Rick who looks as shocked as I am right now, meaning he had no clue that they'd be here.

"What'd you do to him?" Patrick snarls at Negan. Negan looks at him with amusement in his eyes.

"Well isn't it pretty damn obvious? I beat his brains in!" He looks over at Dylan who was thrown down in a heap. "Wouldn't it be sad if I killed two Asians in one day?" He ignores the death glares from all of us, daring him to touch another one of us, and puts his hand under his chin as if in thought. "No. I wouldn't kill someone who isn't conscious to know that I beat his brains in. To feel the pain as his blood slowly seeps out. Nopity nope nope."

He kneels down infront of Rick. "Now tell me, Rick. Why did you send these kids to spy on me? Surely you aren't that dumb to send children." He waits for an answer, but Rick doesn't even look at him. He sucks his teeth and smiles. "Simon, what did he have? A knife?"

"He had a hatchet." Simon answers.

"A hatchet?" Negan echos and raises an eyebrow.

"An axe." Simon corrects himself.

"Simon's my right hand man. And having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without 'em? A whole lot of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing?" He pauses for a moment when Rick looks up at him finally. "Oh. Or did I," he makes a clonk sound with his tongue and brings up Lucille. He sighs. "Sure. Yeah. Give me his axe.

Negan puts his hand out for the axe and stands up. He takes the axe and puts it in his belt near his gun and then grabs Rick by the back of his jacket. "Be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me." He starts to literally drag Rick to the RV as Rick scrambles on all fours to keep up. "If not, maybe we can just turn these people inside out. Won't we? I mean, the ones that are left anyway."

He slams the RV door and starts it up not too long later and drives off into the darkness. Maggie's sobs become louder once he's gone and Abraham tries to consult her. Michonne stares off at the place where the RV was in a daze and I see her mumbling words, praying probably. Carl looks down at the ground, hiding his tears because no one can see him cry. No one can see the kid who's been through hell cry in fear of losing his dad and his friend all in the same night. I want to hug him and tell him that it's going to be ok, but the person next to me with a gun keeps me glued in my place.

None of us have any idea what's going to happen. The hardest part is waiting for Negan to come back to see if Rick is alive. It's almost like when you knew your mom was going to give you a whoopin when she got home and the waiting was the hardest part because you wanted to see if she was still mad or not.

We wait.

And wait.

And wait.

The sun's just starting to come up when the sound of tires on gravel echos throughout. The RV pulls up, but no one gets out right away which worries me a lot, and from the looks on their faces, worries everyone else too.

After a few minutes Negan pushes Rick out and then follows. I let out a sigh of relief when I see Rick isn't harmed.

Rick sits on the ground with the same dazed look he had when he left. Negan crouches down infront of him.

"See, I thought that look on your face would change. Yet you still look at me like you're above me! And I can't have that." He stands up and turns to his men. "Guns to their heads, level with their noses, so if you have to fire," He makes an explosion motion with his hand from his nose. "It'll be a real. Big. mess." He scans the line until his eyes fall on Carl. "Kid, come here." He orders Carl. Carl looks at him confused and doesn't move. "Kid. Now." Negan motions for him to stand right infront of him. Carl looks over to me and then at Michonne, trying to understand what's going on, and then slowly gets up.

Negan smiles at him and starts undoing his belt. "Are you a South paw?"

Carl sighs in annoyance. "Am I a what?" He asks with an attitude.

"Are you left handed?" Negan translates.

"No." He replies in that same tone.

"Good." Negan takes his belt and wraps it tightly around his left arm. "Does that hurt?"

"No."

"Well it should. It's supposed to." He fastens it. "Alright, get on the ground kid. Next to daddy." He takes Carl's hat and tosses it behind him. "Spread them wings!" Carl cautiously gets on the ground and spreads his arms out.

He looks up at Simon. "Simon, you got a pen?"

I can't see Simon since he's standing behind me, but I can hear the smile in his voice. "Yeah." He replies and tosses a marker to Negan who went on about it being cold, but I wasn't paying attention to his exact words because I was too busy being worried about what I think he's planning to do.

Negan glances at Patrick. "Hell, kid. Looks like someone already got to your arm." Yep. Called it.

"Now, Rick, I want you to cut your son's arm off. Right at that mark. Go diagonal, at about a forty five degree angle so that way we can stitch it up real nice. We have an excellent surgeon. He'll make it." He looks up at me. "Maybe." I try to glare at him, but it wasn't as threatening as I hoped it would've been, I know that the fear was showing in my glare and Negan knew because he smiled and winked at me. Sicko.

He stands over Rick with his arms crossed. "Pick up the axe." He orders, but Rick doesn't obey.

"Please no." Rick whispers.

"Don't make me have to count." Negan threatens.

" Please no." Rick repeats hysterically. "It could be me."

"One."

"It could be me! Please!" Rick cries.

Michonne interrupts as Negan is about to pronounce 'two'. "We understand. Please, you don't have to do this." She begs.

"No! I think you understand," he nudges Rick with his boot. "But Rick here, I don't think he gets it. Two!"

I hear a whisper from Carl that makes my heart sink. "Dad, just do it. Just do it."

Rick, who is still in hysterics, brings up the axe.

"No!" I try to shout, but it barely come out as a whisper.

Negan crouches down beside Rick who looks at him pleadingly. "See, that's the face I want to see." Negan smiles and helps lowers Rick's arm so that the axe is placed in Rick's lap. "Now was that so hard?" He asks and then addresses his men. "Let's roll out. I think they got the message. Load up the girl and...Daryl is it? Yeah? Ok. Load them up."

I look up at him in disbelief. "What?" I question.

"You thought we were just going to let you go? You refused to tell us where your people were. Luckily we found them. But after I've seen your fighting abilities, I think we'll keep you. Put these two in the van." Negan orders.

Daryl tries to resist as he's thrown in like an animal. Simon grabs my arms and drags me away towards the van. "Hey!" I shout and try to squirm out of his grasp. I know the group can't do anything but I secretly wish they would. 

I look at Carl who sits there with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry." He mouthes.

I'm thrown in with Daryl and the doors slam shut.