- "W-where's Negan?" a shaky voice asked. A man, who was wearing a leather jacket
much like the previous leader would, looked down at the person who spoke up. He
flashed them a toothy grin, and looked at the rest of the group. These people were
one of the groups the Saviors had under their command. The man took a deep breath
and the grin melted from his face.
"Negan's dead," he said. "But luckily, I'm here to take his crappy job." After the
smile returned, he pulled the leash attached to a large German shepherd tight in his
fist. The dog pulled it's lips back in a snarl towards someone close by. "So, where is
A long silence followed his question, people exchanging nervous glances and even a few
sobs. The man's smile, one again, dropped. His eyes widened manically, and he shouted,
"Someone better answer me before I get angry. I don't like waiting."
"S-sir, we don't have what you're asking f-for," stammered the person who spoke up
before. "Y-you're one w-week early."
The man sighed, hanging his head in mock disappointment. He looked up with a devious
grin. "That's not the answer I was looking for. Go on, Bellamy - do your job." He let
go of the dog's leash, and immediately, it lunged at the person who had answered the
"Let this be a warning," growled the man. "There's a new leader in town. And he is
not as patient as the previous."
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