Negan and Lucille: when it all began
This is about how Lucille survived and met Negan. This is from mainly Lucille's perspective (yes, Lucille is a human, not the beloved barbed wire baseball bat)
chapter 1:
I can't run so fast, my legs are hurting, fuck, I should've kept my new years resolution of going to the gym. Just fuck fuck fuckety fuck! Okay, you can do this Lucille, your not going to be food to these fucking infecto's. I don't know if I should look back, will my dad still be there, what about mom, shit, what about Dexter, fuck if they got him I will take this fucking baseball bat and I will shove it so far up there asses it'll make em' puke up their guts: I'll then take those guts, strangle the fucktards till their eyes pop out of their goddamn sockets.
"David!" screamed a high pitch shaky voice. Fuck. That's my dads name, shit please God don't you of let the infecto's got him, just please for my fucking sake. I turned around, barely able to control my shaking breath (thanks asthma, really need ya right now don't I). I saw my mom on the ground holding Dexter close to her chest: she was staring at my dad being ripped apart by those infecto's.
"Ruuuuun!" screamed my dad, but my mom wouldn't move, she just sat there, staring, waiting for the infecto's to go get her. One problem though. Dexter didn't want to stay, he tried to run in my direction. Fuck, what do I do. Shit, I need to save my lil' bro, he's only six. Six fucking years old, I'm not letting him become a fun-sized snack for these cannibal motherfuckers.
I ran up to my mom, bashing one of the infecto's that tried to chomp me. Good old baseball bat, it won me several games so far, hopefully it can win me my life. My mom wouldn't let go of Dexter, she just sat their, staring at the infecto's eating the remains of my dad. I can't be sad, I need to save Dexter and mom.
"Mom we got to go!" I screamed in a shaky voice. Shit my asthma is really playing up. She isn't responding. Fuck, she's in shock. Not now, not goddamn now!
"Lucille!" screamed my little brother. As I stared at him, his curly chestnut brown hair all over the place, his green eyes looking at me overflowing with tears, clawing at my mothers arm to get away. He can't die, not him, not today, I already lost all my baseball team, my coach, my dad; even my mom. I have to save him. I just have to.
I run up to my mom, screaming at her to get up. Again she just sat on her fat ass. I tug at her arms, trying to get to my little petrified brother. Fuck, she won't let go. I stare at my bat, thinking it can bash in one of these cannibalistic freaks' heads in, surely it can knock out someone.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." My mother looked at me, astonished that I cursed at her. Before she could react I hit her on the head. Oh fuck she isn't unconscious, her heads bleeding, fuck her eye is out of her fucking socket! However, her grip loosened on my brother, I ran up to him to pick him up, just as an infecto was stumbling over to take a bite out of his shoulder. I can't move, somethings got my leg. It's my mom. I can't look her in the face, but she won't let me go. I already have tears streaming down my face. I don't want to die. I can't die. I won't die.
I take my bat, and I hit her on the head again *crack*. Oh fuck, that was her skull, but she still won't let go. I hit her again. And again. And again. Her brain is smashed in, and several infecto's tearing away at her body.
The infecto's are surrounding us, these rotting pieces of shit don't care who they munch on, even if it's a nearly sixteen year old and her six year old brother. There's an alley way, with a ladder at the side of one of the buildings. I run that way, clinging on to my little brother and my bat. I help my brother up onto the ladder.
"Go slow, okay, I'll be right behind you". No matter how young he is, he knew that was a lie, that I was going to stay down here, making sure none of the infecto's, or monsters as he called them, get to him. But thing is, he thinks I'm going to die, but I'm actually going to survive: no matter what cost.