p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0in;"Rick had quickly gotten everyone started on making weapons with whatever they could find around them. One woman was tearing her belt to pieces while Rick was busy filling away the wooden frame with a necklace to tear off a sharp piece. Negan had copied one of the woman and made a weapon out of his belt as well. He was probably too weak to offer much help but he would be damned if we would just sit by while Rick and Carl fought their way out of here. Carl was sitting close to him. He had not left his side, since their first embrace./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"All around him the rest of Rick's group, which seemed to have been separated for a while, tried to catch up. A brown woman asked about someone called Tyrese and the name Beth was mentioned more than once. Carl had quietly asked him where Negan had been the last couple of years and Negan had told him a little. Rick had not asked him. He seemed too focused on getting himself and the people around him out of this shitty situation they were in. Negan was relieved. They could catch up later. They first had to get out here./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"It was clear that Rick cared a lot about these people around him, his group. They seemed tightly woven like a family that had gone through some shit and survived some shit together. Negan thought of his own group and the people he had left behind. He could not say he had felt much of the same love for any of them./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""All right. We got four of those pricks coming our way", Daryl said, who seemed to Rick's right hand. He had been keeping a look out from the door, while the others worked./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Rick ripped off the piece of wood from the wooden frame and walked towards the rest. "You'll know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats". They all made themselves ready in front of the door/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""Get your back to the world at either end of the cart. NOW!", a man's voice yelled outside. Rick briefly turned around and nodded to the others to get ready. His eyes lingered briefly on Negan, whom stood ready right behind him. Then a part of the roof above them opened up and the sunlight flooded the cart. A small canister was thrown down and the red-haired guy yelled for them all to move before teargas spread out through the container./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Negan tried to keep his sight on Rick and the kid as they all scrambled away from the teargas, but the air soon became too clouded. He yelled Rick's name, before he coughed and fell to the ground. He heard a strange man yelling loudly. Through the fog, Negan could see how Rick was being pulled outside. The man who grabbed him had a long cut on the side of his face. Negan yelled out and stormed towards them to get the man off of Rick. Another man swung a baseball bat towards Negan's head and Negan thought about the barbed baseball bat he had left back at the sanctuary. Oh, how he wanted to show these assholes a lesson./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"The wind was knocked out of him, as the baseball hat hit him in the stomach and he could hear one of his ribs give in. Three more figures were pulled outside and then the door was shut again. The cart was still filled with teargas and the rest of the group lay around coughing, as the air very slowly started to clear out./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Negan had raged and slammed against the walls of the container, when the air had cleared up enough for him to fill his lungs. He had been on his way to make his fists crack, when the brown woman with the dreadlocks, Michonne, had stopped him./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hey!", she had said and grabbed his hands. He had fought against her but she had shaken him roughly. "Look at me. Look at me!" She had send him a harsh look. "Rick will find out of this. Okay? He always does", she said. The strong conviction in her eyes somehow made him calmer. Rick had changed in the two years they had been apart. Who knew what kind of shit he had had to drag himself and Carl through? He would survive this too. He had to./p
p class="MsoNormal""Rick will get back here", Michonne said and let Negan go, when she saw that he was calmed down enough. She looked back at the rest of the people in the container. "They all will". Her gaze lingered on the white woman in the group, whom had seemed attached to the Asian guy that had been taken as well. "We need to be ready when they do". The white woman nodded and Michonne looked back at Negan, whom nodded as well. He grabbed the belt that he had made into a blade and waited, while the rest continued improving and sharpening their weapons./p
p class="MsoNormal"A lot of time passed with them sitting in silence, until a loud noise erupted outside. It sounded like someone had dropped off a bomb and soon after gunshot ripped through the air. Everyone briefly stopped what they were doing to listen, but then continued their work with even more eagerness than before. At a certain point they began to talk softly amongst each other. Negan did not listen but continued sharpening his weapon as in a daze with Carl by his side. A few words like 'the cure', 'what's next' made it through the fog he was in, but he ignored them all. All he thought about was Rick and how he had to get out of here and go him./p
p class="MsoNormal"One of his right ribs still hurt, where the baseball bat had hit him. He did not know if it was broken or simply bruised, but it sure hurt like a son of a bitch. Still, the pain was nothing compared to the war that seemed to go on inside his head. The pictures flashing before his eyes neatly matched the war that he could her going on just outside these metal walls. Behind him the other's kept pestering the fat guy about some cure. He scoffed at the thought of them believing in such foolishness. There was no cure. This was their world now. He had known that from the moment he had taken down his first biter; Mrs. Lewmann, one of the nurses that had taken care of his mother. But Negan did not need these people to be smart. He just needed them to be strong enough to get the hell out of here with both Rick and Carl safe./p
p class="MsoNormal"Negan felt a small hand on his arm and he looked at Carl. "Don't worry. My dad will come back". Negan smiled half-heartedly and nodded./p
p class="MsoNormal"In that very moment, the sound of the lock on the door erupted through the container and they all stumbled to their feet. Carl helped Negan onto his feet and helped support his weight, as the door slid to the side and a glorious side appeared before them. Rick was bloodied up and had a fiery look in his eyes, as he yelled above the noise; "Come on! We fight to the fence!". He then turned to fire up the M4 on a group of approaching biters. Behind him Negan could see buildings on fire, blood on the ground and a horde of dead. Daryl and the other men who were taken were there as well, clearing up a path for them./p
p class="MsoNormal"Negan could not help but feel a wide smile form around his lip and his chest swelled with pride. His man was a fucking badass./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"All around him the rest of Rick's group, which seemed to have been separated for a while, tried to catch up. A brown woman asked about someone called Tyrese and the name Beth was mentioned more than once. Carl had quietly asked him where Negan had been the last couple of years and Negan had told him a little. Rick had not asked him. He seemed too focused on getting himself and the people around him out of this shitty situation they were in. Negan was relieved. They could catch up later. They first had to get out here./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"It was clear that Rick cared a lot about these people around him, his group. They seemed tightly woven like a family that had gone through some shit and survived some shit together. Negan thought of his own group and the people he had left behind. He could not say he had felt much of the same love for any of them./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""All right. We got four of those pricks coming our way", Daryl said, who seemed to Rick's right hand. He had been keeping a look out from the door, while the others worked./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Rick ripped off the piece of wood from the wooden frame and walked towards the rest. "You'll know what to do. Go for their eyes first. Then their throats". They all made themselves ready in front of the door/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;""Get your back to the world at either end of the cart. NOW!", a man's voice yelled outside. Rick briefly turned around and nodded to the others to get ready. His eyes lingered briefly on Negan, whom stood ready right behind him. Then a part of the roof above them opened up and the sunlight flooded the cart. A small canister was thrown down and the red-haired guy yelled for them all to move before teargas spread out through the container./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"Negan tried to keep his sight on Rick and the kid as they all scrambled away from the teargas, but the air soon became too clouded. He yelled Rick's name, before he coughed and fell to the ground. He heard a strange man yelling loudly. Through the fog, Negan could see how Rick was being pulled outside. The man who grabbed him had a long cut on the side of his face. Negan yelled out and stormed towards them to get the man off of Rick. Another man swung a baseball bat towards Negan's head and Negan thought about the barbed baseball bat he had left back at the sanctuary. Oh, how he wanted to show these assholes a lesson./p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"The wind was knocked out of him, as the baseball hat hit him in the stomach and he could hear one of his ribs give in. Three more figures were pulled outside and then the door was shut again. The cart was still filled with teargas and the rest of the group lay around coughing, as the air very slowly started to clear out./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Negan had raged and slammed against the walls of the container, when the air had cleared up enough for him to fill his lungs. He had been on his way to make his fists crack, when the brown woman with the dreadlocks, Michonne, had stopped him./p
p class="MsoNormal""Hey!", she had said and grabbed his hands. He had fought against her but she had shaken him roughly. "Look at me. Look at me!" She had send him a harsh look. "Rick will find out of this. Okay? He always does", she said. The strong conviction in her eyes somehow made him calmer. Rick had changed in the two years they had been apart. Who knew what kind of shit he had had to drag himself and Carl through? He would survive this too. He had to./p
p class="MsoNormal""Rick will get back here", Michonne said and let Negan go, when she saw that he was calmed down enough. She looked back at the rest of the people in the container. "They all will". Her gaze lingered on the white woman in the group, whom had seemed attached to the Asian guy that had been taken as well. "We need to be ready when they do". The white woman nodded and Michonne looked back at Negan, whom nodded as well. He grabbed the belt that he had made into a blade and waited, while the rest continued improving and sharpening their weapons./p
p class="MsoNormal"A lot of time passed with them sitting in silence, until a loud noise erupted outside. It sounded like someone had dropped off a bomb and soon after gunshot ripped through the air. Everyone briefly stopped what they were doing to listen, but then continued their work with even more eagerness than before. At a certain point they began to talk softly amongst each other. Negan did not listen but continued sharpening his weapon as in a daze with Carl by his side. A few words like 'the cure', 'what's next' made it through the fog he was in, but he ignored them all. All he thought about was Rick and how he had to get out of here and go him./p
p class="MsoNormal"One of his right ribs still hurt, where the baseball bat had hit him. He did not know if it was broken or simply bruised, but it sure hurt like a son of a bitch. Still, the pain was nothing compared to the war that seemed to go on inside his head. The pictures flashing before his eyes neatly matched the war that he could her going on just outside these metal walls. Behind him the other's kept pestering the fat guy about some cure. He scoffed at the thought of them believing in such foolishness. There was no cure. This was their world now. He had known that from the moment he had taken down his first biter; Mrs. Lewmann, one of the nurses that had taken care of his mother. But Negan did not need these people to be smart. He just needed them to be strong enough to get the hell out of here with both Rick and Carl safe./p
p class="MsoNormal"Negan felt a small hand on his arm and he looked at Carl. "Don't worry. My dad will come back". Negan smiled half-heartedly and nodded./p
p class="MsoNormal"In that very moment, the sound of the lock on the door erupted through the container and they all stumbled to their feet. Carl helped Negan onto his feet and helped support his weight, as the door slid to the side and a glorious side appeared before them. Rick was bloodied up and had a fiery look in his eyes, as he yelled above the noise; "Come on! We fight to the fence!". He then turned to fire up the M4 on a group of approaching biters. Behind him Negan could see buildings on fire, blood on the ground and a horde of dead. Daryl and the other men who were taken were there as well, clearing up a path for them./p
p class="MsoNormal"Negan could not help but feel a wide smile form around his lip and his chest swelled with pride. His man was a fucking badass./p