Warning: Strong Language, slight violence

Word Count: 1,279

Chapter 2: Jane Doe ( Simon's perspective )

I turn the corner of the house and see a women lying face down with corpse guts all over her ass. Damn. Where the hell did she come from?

"Well what the hell are ya'll looking at? Help me turn her over!"

My men scramble over to the body. "Careful…careful!" Being as delicate as I can I take her shoulders and start to turn her over. "Boss she might be bit..." I shoot him a stern look and glance at the rest of the guys; I can tell they're all thinking the same thing. Cam gets down and moves her hips, for some reason that just really fucking rubs me the wrong way, him touching an unconscious woman.

I move her hair out of her face watching closely for any signs of movement. I physically have to lean back in awe, she's so beautiful. She has cracked rosy lips and soft long golden hair. I tilt my head tracing her jaw line with my eyes. Cam leans over to interrupt my thoughts and whispers "Man looks like I just found me a new girlfriend." Next thing I know I'm knocking Cam on his ass and hands are already separating us.

"Okay it's over get off!" I don't really know which I'm more upset about; the fact that my men felt the need to step in at all, as if I was him, as if I'd take things too far. Or the fact if he got into a fight, his men wouldn't dare step in. Am I upset that they don't fear me? Do I really want them to fear me…my own men..?
Screw this….

"Cam go get the truck, and see if there's anything to put down on the bed of the truck!" I stare through him as my ego gets amped a little. He nods and soon disappears to the front of the house. I turn to the rest of my men, which are all staring at her. "All you fucks go get the supplies we came for." They all looked stunned, just coming out of a trance. "Fucking now!"

Jesus. Am I really that weak that I have to talk like him because of my pussy personality? I swallow the knot that's made its way to my throat. I drop my gaze down to the women. With all the commotion she hasn't woken up or even moved. Or maybe she's pretending, and wants to slit your throat the first chance she gets. I shake my head with the thought, someone that pretty can't have those thoughts going through her little head.

My team proved useful and found some wool blankets in the cabin and laid them down in the bed of the truck. "Look Si, I didn't mean it...like with the girl…I, ah…" Cam's voice shakes. I hate the sense of power it gives me but I play along. "You'll do good to remember who your boss is out here and what I allow and what others do is very different", I say as I tap his cheek twice and I push past him.

Neil and a couple others load the truck with supplies and start to load the girl. I see them cringing as not knowing what to expect from her. "Jesus guys it's a female not a great white" I say pretty amused at their furrowed brows. "Is there a difference?" Neil jokes and the others shyly laugh. They finally get their shit together and were all packed. "Should I be the one to sit with her?" Cam offers. With my head tilted I stare at him, my silence is my answer. He leaves for the driver's seat with his hands raised. God damn if I could just kick his ass right here and now.

It takes close to three hours to get back to the sanctuary. I've kept a close eye on her the whole time and she stays passed the hell out. "Neil go get the Doc. Cam and the rest of you get this shit put away." You're being punitive...

Cam stares at me in disbelief. "Hey should I get Negan, he would want to see her."

So this is how you want to play it huh?

"Well she obviously needs a doctor before she can be a fucking bride if that's what you're thinking. So I'd suggest you go do your fucking job before you and I have a real problem."

And just like that he's gone without any of his signature eye rolls or pouting. Fucking pussy.

"Well Doc what do you think? Why hasn't she woken up?"

Carson looks up to me after examining her and shakes his head. "Well she seems to be really malnourished, to the point that she would've died in a few days probably. And she has a broken arm and a pretty bad bruised hip".

He then turns to me and grabs my arm to talk in the corner. I look at his hand on my arm "Carson, you and I aren't good pals and you don't have tits so I'd suggest you get your hand off me."

"Sssorry Simon I just…should we keep her here? What if this is a trap?" He starts rambling and I stop listening.

"Alright calm down old man, don't get your stethoscope in a tangle."

"Well I'm surprised you even know what that word means". Someone's getting ballsy.

I chuckle to myself as I turn to look at the Jane Doe who is now standing.

"Where the fuck am I?" she says wide eyed and panicked. My eyes travel to her hand which is holding a scalpel. Holy shit even her voice is beautiful.

"Now calm down you're safe, I saved your life" I raise my hands to prove I'm no danger to her. Her eyes narrow as if not trusting me.

"I said where the fuck am I? Why am I here?" She sounds out of breath and her legs start shaking. Carson moves in front of me surprisingly.

"I'm Doctor Carson, and this is the sanctuary. We found you out behind a house beaten up pretty bad; you need a lot of rest. We can't give you anything yet for the pain but we were able to snap your bone back in place in your arm."

She just stares back at him terrified. Her whole body is shaking. For some reason all I want to do is assure her I'm the good guy, that she can trust me.

"Look I promise we're here to help you, you aren't in any danger. I could've left you to die but I didn't. You just need rest because you look like you're about to collapse and I'm not sure if I can run that fast to catch you." I say hands still rose.

"You don't fucking touch me! I'll fucking kill you if you ever touch me!" tears start streaming down her face. Without thinking I take a step forward, in my mind trying to comfort her and she tenses her body for a fight. No you fucking idiot why would you step forward…

"Well excuse the fuck out of me; it looks like I'm late to the fucking party."

No….he's not here right now…Not this 6'2 intimidating fucker…he'll just scare her more.

"My. My. Who's this fucking beauty? I don't think you and I have been acquainted, I'm Negan."

He steps forward paying no mind to the knife she has. And just like that she drops from exhaustion. Negan catches her and he stares at her face in awe like the rest of us have.

"Well fuck me Simon, you never told me I was that good lookin'!"