Chapter 2: Blood Drawn

A/n: Hey Guys, it's me again! Sorry for those of you who have been waiting long, but I was having trouble coming up with the next chapter. But here it is! Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead (as much as I wish I did)

The Governor bounced about in the back of the truck, wishing to be there already. Martinez was up front at the wheel, Gabe was navigating, and Joshua Hamilton Lily Caul stayed at the back. The ride was relatively quiet, with the hum of the engine as the only sound. They couldn't find the shopping mall due to Gabe's bad navigating, but had come across other stores that were filled with supplies. They were now heading back to Woodbury, and would try again in the morning. Philip just rested his head at the wall, allowing his eyes to close. Not like they were getting there anytime soon, he figured.

As soon as he did so, however, the truck skidded to a stop, lurching everyone forward. As soon as Martinez opened the door, The Governor shot at him.

"What the hell is going on here!" Philip barked at Martinez.

"There's a bunch of guys blocking the road," Martinez said simply, "And it looks like they mean business."

Groaning, the Governor turned to his fellow occupants.

"Grab your guns," he said, "We don't know if we can trust them."

The group nodded and did so. When he came round the front of the truck, The Governor got a long good look at them. There were about five of them, and they looked like the stereotypical bikers you would see out of a movie, scruffy, unshaven, and looking like they had a bone to pick with the whole world. The leader, a tall, Caucasian, red-head came forward.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said boldly. "You're going to lay your weapons on the ground, then stay very still while we take everything you got at the back of that truck. Resist and you will be shot."

The Governor held back a scoff. They were intimidating, sure, but didn't look to bright. The only advantage they had was their automatic weapons, but if his group was quick they could easily take them down.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen, mister," he said, putting on his fake smile which fooled them every time. He then nodded to Martinez, who got the message.

"And why—" one of the bikers said, before a bullet pierced his brain.

Immediately, the two groups started firing at one another. Fortunately for The Governor and his group, their rivals were terrible shots, and they bullets just barely whizzed pass them. The bikers were not as likely, and all but one of them dropped like flies. The Governor approached the man, who by now had lost all confidence.

"Pl=Please, don't kill me," he begged, almost to the point of tears. "We're desperate. I was only following orders. I'll do anything, please."

"Who do you work for?" Phillip asked, being sure to be right up in the man's face.

"Negan," The biker stammered. "He is our savior, the one who will bring back civilization. We've just set up base here, and are looking for communities to trade with. Half your supplies for protection. What do you say?"

The Governor responded by pulling a gun to his face.

"Sorry," he said, "No deal."

BANG!

The man fell to the ground, blood oozing out of his wound. No one said a word. They just climbed into the back of the truck and drove away.

"Oh my god, what happened?" One savior said as the search party came to the carnage.

When Dwayne and his scouting party hadn't come back in time for dinner, Negan led a search party for them. When they found them, they wish they hadn't. One, not having been shot in the head, had reanimated and started feeding on the other corpses. Everyone just about gagged at the sight. Negan stepped forward and quickly dispatched of it with Lucille, his baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Then he turned to his men.

"Whoever did this will not get away with it, I assure you." He told the gathered Saviors. "We will find them, and we will make them understand just who the hell they are fucking dealing with."

The Saviors cheered and gathered the bodies for a funeral back at base. As they did that, Negan stared out into space. They had barely been there a day and had already come across another group. Whoever they were, they weren't pushovers like Gregory and the hilltop. No matter what though, he would make them pay. Be it with their supplies or their lives, they will pay.

A/n: And that is it! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Sorry the battle was short, but I figured that there weren't participants, nor enough terrain, for a full out shoot out. But don't worry, I will try to incorporate longer and more in depth battles in the future. As you can tell, there will be some novel series characters in here, but since I'm not as familiar with that series they won't be as many. Coming next: Negan and The Governor meet face to face! Who will be victorious!

Also, please check out my other story Power Rangers Z Kai. Nobody seems to have bothered with it. I will try to update that as well. Thank you, and please be kind with your reviews.