A/N: I do not own anything except my characters. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Imprisonment
The first time I met him I was helping Rick and company get Maggie to see a doctor at Hilltop. I had not been with the Alexandria group for long. They had taken my cousin and me in a few months ago and while I was essentially a stranger Maggie and I had built a fast friendship. When it was discovered that she needed to see a doctor I jumped at the first chance to accompany her. I don't know why Maggie and I got along so well we just did. To make a long story short these people who were working for a man named Negan kept cutting the all-available roads off to Hilltop. Somehow Negan's people surrounded us and we ended up kneeling in a clearing and I clutched my sprained wrist to my chest. When the devil himself ended up smashing Abraham's skull open like a pumpkin I couldn't help but throw up what had been in my stomach and when he decided to take Glenn as well I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces for Maggie. That was the love of her life and father of her unborn baby… he was also one of the most extraordinary men I knew.
Days after that incident Maggie ended up staying hidden at Hilltop and as much as I wanted to stay with her I knew I was needed at Alexandria as their only medical staff. Hilltop had a doctor and Alexandria needed its nurse. I never went to medical school, I was actually just a college student studying art history you, but when the world went to hell I was with a group who had a doctor. He was old and his hands would shake when he tried to stitch people up. He decided he would teach me as much as he could and he was like a grandfather to me. He died in his sleep, the lucky bastard. He was 87 and his name was Harold. My cousin, Peter, was not as close to Harold as I was. He and I, while protective of one another as the last members of our family, never were really close. He did his thing and I mine.
The next time I saw the devil he had just eviscerated Spencer, the former mayor's son, and left him bleeding out on the ground. One thing led to another and I found myself sitting in a truck with Eugene on the way to sanctuary. I was taken as punishment for the attempt at Negan's life by Rosita. I was dragged from the car, exhausted, and my arms were tied in front of me. In the process of being dragged into the car I tried to fight the hands that had grabbed me. I slugged that shit head Dwight pretty good before I was restrained and tied up.
"A-are you ok Lucy?" Eugene asked. The black bags muffled his words over our heads.
My wrists were sore and in the scuffle someone got a good punch in to my ribs but other than that I was ok.
"Yea… I'm fine for the most part. You?"
"O-other than the fear of our impending d-doom I am ok." Eugene stuttered out. Just as he said that the truck stopped and our new captors dragged us out. I tried my best not to make it easier for those assholes. The bags were removed from our heads and my eyes were assaulted with sunlight. That smug demon greeted us with his henchmen standing around us. "Welcome to my humble abode." His smile wide and I could see a twinkle in his eye. "It is fan-fucking-tastic to invite my new bullet maker and hot ass nurse to their new home." Eugene was visibly shaking and I was dishing out a death glare that I was hoping would drop Negan dead. "Well let's start this party shall we?"
My name is Lucy and this is the story of how I lived and died in the home of the devil.
A/N: sorry this is a short one. I have decided to test these waters and see how I feel.