"I'm eating all your kings and queens.
All your sex and your diamonds."
They would never have met, if it weren't for the end of the world.
In the aftermath of the destruction and the chaos, the dead killing the living, he had lost everything while she had gained everything. It was the only logical route for her to take; saving people's lives in order to survive. With numbers came safety, and that was the only reason she had picked his pathetic ass up from the deep gutter he had fallen into. Decay and gore almost obscured him, lying in a pit of waste with a heavy stench that most would recoil at.
He groaned as his head throbbed with a dull ache, phosphenes dancing across his blurred vision. Debris pressed into his back uncomfortably and he swore that he had bruises decorating his entire body. The mid afternoon sun beating against his skin was disorientating and he wished it would stop. Boots crunching on gravel caught his attention and he peered up at a woman with short brown hair.
Her voice was strong and reassuring, like the grip of her calloused hands that were stained with crimson blood. Green eyes bore into his murky depths, penetrating his soul and calculating his worth. He didn't even know how he had ended up there, everything was lost in a haze of disparate despondency. There was little to be misunderstood however; only one thing mattered now and that was the preservation of the human race.
She bent down so that she was eye level with him, and he thought that she was more beautiful than his late wife. It was a thought that sickened him, revealing his repulsive and hideous nature. Yet it was the truth, and that made him hate everything else all the more. The woman had no idea who he was, what he had done, but neither did she care. To her, all things were malleable when applied with enough pressure. That was just the kind of woman that she was; tough as the nails she used to gouge eyeballs with.
"What's your name?" she asked.
He contemplated on lying, but what was the use? The rubble that surrounded them was evidence enough that whatever societal foundations that civilisation had once built was now crumbled ash. Things such as convention had no more place in the new world, and he learned that quicker than anyone else.
"Negan." His voice was rough and scratchy, like his salt and pepper beard that covered half his face and making him look like some kind of rugged vagabond.
"You got a destination?" She cocked her head down the road that was littered with decomposing corpses.
"No," he answered.
"Then I'll give you one." Her tone suggested that she wasn't giving him a choice.
"And why the fuck is that?" he asked.
"Because." She shrugged her shoulder casually, as if nothing mattered. It probably didn't. Then she nodded towards a young man behind her dressed in ripped jeans and a flannel shirt, unruly dark hair falling into his sunburnt face. He came forwards and grabbed hold of Negan, pulling him up to a stand with a loud grunt. The woman stood at the same time, adjusting the strap of the rifle by her side as if it was a normal day to go shopping.
"So, Negan," she started with a smirk. "Welcome to your new life. It's gonna be a hell of a ride."
Positioning her thumb and finger between her lips, she whistled sharply towards the open expanse of the blown-to-high-shit-heaven city in front of them. There was the sound of engines revving nearby, gleeful hoots and hollers wildly filling the air. Negan looked around, only just realising that he was surrounded by a dozen motorcycles. Each rider held an arsenal of weapons equipped on their bodies; guns and metal crowbars, wooden pikes with shards of glass taped on, jagged edged shovels.
He gawked in awe, never having seen a gathering of such colourful people before in his life. Especially with how things were now, seeing an actual living person seemed like a miracle on its own right. The woman cocked her head in his direction as she got on her dusty black bike.
"Hurry up, shitface, we ain't got all day," she said impatiently.
Almost hesitantly, he walked forwards and settled himself behind her. His arms circled around her thin waist, an act that he thought should be intimate and restricted. He wasn't dumb, he could tell that she was the leader of this gang- this bunch of outlaw survivors. It was probably because they didn't follow any rules that they were able to survive. He had to give up most of his own morals and desires to do that. There was still a part of him that had no idea why he had chosen to live past the point of no return.
"Comfy back there?" She smirked at him again as her foot pushed down on the starter pedal. "You'll just gotta ride with me until we get you your own bike."
"Who are you?" He finally asked the question that had been irritating his mind.
"I'm the person who saved your stupid ass from this shithole," she said flippantly.
The motorcycle roared to life and they started to zoom down the broken road with the rest of her entourage trailing along behind them. The wind felt good against his face, momentarily allowing him to forget about everything else. Ruined buildings and desiccated bodies flashed by in a daze.
"What am I supposed to call you?" he frowned in mild annoyance.
She was a hellblazer, a streak of fire falling from the sky, furious and mad with reckless abandon. The world hung on the edge of her fingertips from marionette strings, dancing to a tune that only she knew. His chest trembled, blood quickening, soul departing, as he lost himself to the heady rush of euphoria that she offered to him.
"My name is Cersei."
CAST LIST
Negan : Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Cersei : Lena Headey
Heath : Kit Harington
Drew: Jared Leto
Kitty : Margot Robbie
Trevor : Will Smith
Minotaur : Dave Bautista
Ghost : Karen Fukuhara