Audrey was woken by the sound of a door shutting. As her eyes flickered open and focused on her surroundings, she realised that door was hers. The room was dark, but the light from the hallway slithered into the room. The door hadn't closed properly and it was slightly ajar. Audrey sprung out of bed and nervously looked out into the hallway; she didn't see anyone. Perhaps it was Negan coming to check on her?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a whining behind her. Flicking on her lamp, Audrey gasped and rushed over to the corner of her room where Pablo was lying there, limbs and mouth tied up in duct tape.

'What the fuck!' Audrey cried, tears rolling down her cheek as she carefully peeled back the tape. Small chunks of hair were pulled out as she removed it, and she was extra careful around his snout.

Audrey was a fairly heavy sleeper, and she partly blamed herself for not waking up and catching whoever had done this. Once Pablo was finally free, she pulled him into a tight hug, and he licked her face in response. Something didn't feel quite right though, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Standing up and patting Pablo on the head, she quickly looked at her watch. 5am. It was still super early, and Audrey wasn't on shift until 10am.

She turned to switch off her lamp, but something unusual caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Audrey saw hair on her bed - but it wasn't a few strands - it was whole sections of hair sprawled over her pillow. Shaking, she reached up and touched her head. Half her hair was missing. She let out a blood-curdling scream and grabbed at sections of her hair, none of it reached past her shoulders, and it was all uneven. Audrey felt like she was going to be sick, who would do such a thing to her hair, and most importantly, Pablo.

She clipped a leash on Pablo and stormed out her room with him - she didn't want to leave him alone. She tied the dog to a pipe outside the washroom, and threw the door open. Clicking on the light and staring into the mirror, the full severity of the situation dawned on her. Audrey's long, thick locks had been hacked to death - all that remained was a zigzag of shoulder length hair. Again she screamed, causing a couple of wandering guards to come rushing into the washroom. They stood there, pressing their eyebrows together as they analysed the situation.

'What's wrong?' One of them asked.

Tears stained Audrey's cheeks and she pointed at her head, 'This! Someone has cut my hair, and tied up my dog too!'

'Doesn't look too bad.' One of the men tilted his head to get a better look, the other man was trying to focus his attention elsewhere since she was only in a t-shirt and knickers.

'Get Negan.' Audrey growled.

'Is that really necessary? He's gonna be asleep. He's not gonna like-'

'Did I fucking stutter?' She interrupted loudly, making Pablo stir and growl outside, 'This is sick!'

The men shrugged and one of them reached for his radio. He clicked the button whilst sighing, 'Dwight, you copy, over?'

A few moments passed, but the radio buzzed into life, 'Dwight here, what's the situation, over.'

The man paused and wracked his brain with how to respond, 'We have…some sort of...situation here with a girl in the East wing, over.'

'What the fuck do you mean, over?' Dwight sounded unimpressed.

'Her hair's been cut, something happened to her dog. She wants Negan, over.'

'Dog? Oh for fuck's sake.' Dwight mumbled some more curse, 'She better be dying. Not waking Negan up for anything less.'

'She's not dying. Forget it, over.' The man stuffed the radio back into the belt of his pants and shrugged his shoulders again, 'Sorry, sweetie, just go...tie your hair up or something.'

Audrey stood there, mouth agape. No-one was prepared to help her, so she'd help herself. 'Fuck you. I'll go see him myself.'

'Nice knowing you.' One of the men scoffed before they both left her alone in the washroom with nothing but handfuls of hair.

Audrey leaned over the sink, splashing her face with water to disguise the tears. She soon left and returned to her room with Pablo. This was the first time she let him on the bed with her. He had soon returned to sleep, and she just cuddled him, playing with his fur between her fingers. Sleep wasn't coming at all; it was already 5am, so she had played yesterday's antics in her head on repeat: the rattle of the wooden table, the smell of Negan's cologne, the cold feel of the leather against her skin, the smiles between kisses.

Before she knew it, the sun was up, and she had to go to work.

Audrey had completed the first half of her shift, the entire time concealing her hair under her hat. She would've been mortified if Negan had seen her looking like this, so she was thankful he had woken up late and rushed out to the Kingdom without saying hello.

Audrey made her way to the canteen to grab some lunch as her mind worked overtime trying to find a solution for her hair. She hadn't seen any wigs at the Sanctuary, and there's certainly no salon there either.

Audrey wasn't particularly hungry, so she grabbed an apple and sat at a solitary metal table. As she took the first bite, Carmel walked into the canteen with a couple of the other wives. She flicked her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and gossiped quietly with the women beside her. Suddenly, she had noticed Audrey sitting there alone, and she started to giggle. She whispered something in one of the wife's ears and sauntered over to Audrey.

'Need some company?' She smiled, leaning her hands on the table, causing her ample bosom to inflate.

'I'm good.' Audrey muttered, biting her apple again and turning away.

There was a small snigger, 'Whatever happened to your hair?'

Audrey spun back around and narrowed her eyes, 'Nothing.' She kept a close eye on Carmel.

'News travels fast, honey.' Carmel laughed, and she walked back to the other wives.

Audrey paused a second, and watched as Carmel shot her a smug look from over her shoulder. Suddenly, Audrey threw her apple, smacking Carmel hard on the back of the head.

The blonde held her head, 'What the fuck was that for?' She spat through gritted teeth.

'It was you!' Audrey stood up and slammed her hands down on the table.

'Fuck you.' Carmel grimaced, 'You fucking deserve it, you hog.'

A small group of men hovered around, some stood there holding trays, others turned on their chairs - all entertained by the situation.

Carmel was wearing a short, black dress. It was low cut, and she reached into her bra and pulled out a small piece of paper. She waved it above her head, and put another hand on her hip.

'This little note from Negan was the final straw.' Carmel pouted, crumpling it up in her hand and dropping it to the floor, 'He's too good for you, honey. He needs a real woman.'

Audrey threw the small metal table out of her way and stomped towards Carmel, who had been taken aback by Audrey's sudden anger, and tried to shield herself. Audrey punched Carmel square in the nose, causing her to fall back hard onto the concrete floor. Blood gushed out of her face as Audrey kneeled on top of her, hammering her skull with punch after punch. One of the other wives tried grabbing Audrey, but she had elbowed her in the face, instantly breaking her nose and she shrieked in pain. Audrey grabbed Carmel's hair and used it to smash her head against the ground, with each thump, Audrey peppered it with a curse word.

Another few moments passed and that's when the men in the room realised that it was getting too serious and they lifted Audrey off Carmel's bloodied body. Audrey was left panting, her teeth still gritted in rage and several men carried her off to the lock-up. As she was being towed away, the rage faded from her eyes and she noticed how much blood was on Carmel. Negan is not gonna like this.