I was bloody and bruised, every breath ached and every step shot pain up through my leg. However, I continued, even through the pain, trying to put as much distance between myself and them. Them. I quickly pushed them to the back of my mind with a shake of my head and pushed myself to run faster. My heart thundered in my chest as I glanced over my shoulder, and I tripped. I tumbled down a hill and came to a stop with a groan. I forced myself up to my hands and knees and heard yells above me. "Fuck." I groaned as my leg throbbed more than ever as I pushed myself to my feet, grabbing my knife off the ground only to duck as a bullet whizzed over my head.

"Stop! We've got you Vickie, it's time to stop running." I looked up to see Simon smirking down at me from the top of the hill while Saviors came down toward me. I ignored the warning and continued to run away from them. I knew they were getting closer, and I knew I couldn't outrun them, but I had to try. I ran into a clearing and stopped short, about a dozen walkers mingled in the clearing and I had now drawn all of their attention.

I whirled around, but the Saviors were nearly on me, only a few yards away now. I could try to fight my way through the walkers and possibly die, or be dragged back to the Sanctuary by the Saviors. I clutched the knife in my hand, then turned to the walkers. One was nearly upon me and I swung up with my knife, swiftly stabbing it in the brain.

I jerked the knife out as another dead reached out toward me and I pushed it back, causing it to fall back on another while I killed one of my left. I was slowly moving into the clearing, leaving a trail of four dead walkers behind me. I killed two more, only six remaining in the clearing. I readjusted my grip on the knife, taking them on two by two. I thought I was in the clear, but then I felt a rotting hand clamp onto my foot. My balance was thrown off and I fell. I clenched my teeth as I struggled to get away from the dead as it snapped at my foot. But finally I sat up and drove the knife into its head. I quickly scrambled to my feet, but now I was surrounded by Saviors, and I knew I couldn't fight my way out of this one.

"It's over, Vickie." Simon said, stepping forward. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I slowly raised my hands and dropped my knife. My eyes kept darting around, searching for a way out, but there was no escape.

A Savior grabbed me and tied my hands behind my back before half dragging me to Simon.

"Nice to see you again sweetheart." Simon said, taking my forearm roughly once I reached him. "Negan is gonna love smashing your face in."

"Fuck. Off." I spat at him, even though I was scared of the punishment to come, and he knew it. Simon laughed as he tugged me towards the trucks that were waiting to take me back to the hell that was the Sanctuary.

So this is my first time ever sharing fanfic, so I hope you all like it! This is just kinda a little teaser, but trust me, there's more to come! Negan will be making an appearance in the next chapter. So stick around, light a candle, brew some tea, and buckle in for a wild ride. :)