Rick Grimes was running for his life, alone, Carl Grimes, his son, had just been consumed by the Walkers. Rick kept running and shooting, his hands soaked in blood and guts from his own boy as well as the monsters that ate him.
Memories flashed before Rick's eyes, memories of Daryl being killed by the Saviors, of Michonne being surrounded, of Maggie being murdered in the same fashion as Glenn by Negan himself.
Rick eventually tripped over a tree stump and rolled down a small hill, the man quickly stood and ran to a house nearby. Grimes threw open the door and slammed it shut, he barricaded it the best he could and walked around the house to search for Walkers. Luckily there were none.
He slumped against the wall and finally cried for those he lost, Rick stared hauntingly at his gun and lifted it to his chin, getting ready to pull the trigger...
"Thinkin' of ending it, huh Rick?", a voice taunted. Rick looked up to find Negan with a bullet hole in his chest and head.
"Shame about Carl, he was a good kid, I liked him. Kinda poetic if you think about it, the boy dies before his father and leaves old dad to survive on his own. But not before ending the son's suffering, yeah I saw. I saw you plunge your knife into your kid's skull as you held him, least he died in your arms, right?", Negan said, chuckling a bit at his own words.
"I couldn't let him become one of those things. I just couldn't, I always thought I'd die before him...", Rick said, his sad eyes never leaving Negan's confident ones.
"Best get on and stop surviving then. Go on get up and face the damn horde, let them take you down.", Negan responded, Lucille clutched in his hands even in death.
Rick stood up and cleared the door of his barricades, he opened the door and fired at the Walkers. Time seemed to almost slow down for Rick as the dead began tearing into him, he let out a loud scream of pain as he was ripped apart. Rick eventually fell as they consumed his flesh...
The Walkers grabbed at organs, blood, everything as they ripped apart the final survivor. They continued to feast on Rick, long after his screams had stopped...