Note: Sorry for the shortness of the post. I had gone on vacation and some work came up leaving me super sleep deprived and my computer seems to have eaten the work I had done on this chapter. I am still super sleep deprived but I am happy I could-kind of-recover from my computer being a jerk. Hope you all enjoy!
Adelia's eyes fluttered open to the room around her. A whistling echoed around the walls, but not the same tune the Saviors used. It was a strange tune to her. She pushed herself up from the wall some and blinked to clear the blurred remnants of sleep from her eyes. Everyone in the room was silent, most of them still asleep, except for the guard in the middle of the room.
He wore a wife beater and propped the dull side of a machete against his shoulder. The whistled tune came from him as he dramatically swung his feet out and paced around the room. "Someone's in a good mood," Adelia muttered, noticing her partner was awake as well. The other woman nodded as the man looked over to them. He grinned down at Adelia and came to a stop in front of her.
"And why shouldn't I be, baby doll?" he asked. She frowned at his last two words.
"Because you'll be in trouble soon," she retorted. Her voice quivered slightly, a happening she hoped he didn't pick up on. His brows rose and he chuckled, glancing around the room.
"Now why is that? Surely you don't mean to say you're going to hurt me?" he questioned. His lips parted into a larger grin, revealing the yellowed teeth behind them. Adelia took a deep breath, trying to will herself to believe her next words.
"No, but I know of someone who will. Ever hear of Negan?"
The man paused, his grin fading as he straightened some. "Everyone around here has heard of him in some way or another," he answered. He forced a laugh. "You think he's gonna come here and punish us? What for? We never mess with him. We give him the supplies we promise and he keeps us safe, doesn't care what we do so long as none of it conflicts with what he wants."
"Then you're definitely in trouble. I'm from his camp. He promised me protection and I promised him services," she stated, trying to be as vague as possible. "So once he finds out I'm here, you're all dead."
"Sounds like we'll have to get you killed first," the man purred. Adelia frowned, her eyes widening slightly. Her passivity got Mellie killed, and now her trying to be brave was going to get her killed. She pictured Negan in her mind as if willing him to know where she was. The man chuckled again, squatting down in front of her. "You'll be the first to die, number ten. Don't care if we have to rig it against you. Negan won't be saving you and we won't be getting in trouble. That's if he really even cares about you anyway."
Adelia looked away from him. He stood up, continuing his rounds for several laps before shouting for them all to wake up. As he put it, things were about to get started.
