Chapter 1:
[Izzie POV]
None of us were prepared for the apocalypse, I mean who would be? But something that I've learned in the past few years is, Surgeons, or Doctors in general, are treated like literal Royalty in the world now. I mean it makes sense, you're more prone to injuries in an apocalyptic world, than you would be in the regular one. But what I didn't know was, how desperately people would fight, to have a doctor in their community. A doctor is the most wanted thing in every community, and people will do crazy things just to get their hands on one.
"Look, I laid eyes on her first, So clear outta here or I'll make you NEED a doctor." The first man says, grabbing me harshly by my arm.
"No way am I leaving here without that surgeon." The second man said, cocking his gun.
"Look fellas, why don't I help BOTH of your groups, I mean, I'm a doctor. I like helping people, so jus-"
"BANG" The gunshot interrupts me.
I brush my bangs out of my face and sigh when I look to the body on the ground next to me. A life unnecessarily thrown away, all because they fought over who's community I should go to. I absolutely hated bastards like this, who would kill in a world where there were so few people already. Before I could speak, he grabbed me by the wrist and led me down some stairs.
"Ow!, Hey slow down! Where's the race, you already killed the guy, not like he's on our tails, besides, you could twist an ankle, going down these stairs, and-" Yet again, I was interrupted.
"Listen, bitch, your job is to help people, not chat it up like some song bird, if I break my ankle, you'll fix it. Now shut up, and come on." He then pushed me out the door and into a car.
The car ride was silent, he didn't stop the car once, till we got to our destination. A Factory.
I'm led into a factory with a lot of people. No one seems to be hurt, though this guy seemed to be desperate for a doctor. I guess they just wanted one in their community, rather than the urgent need for one. I can't help but think of the man he shot, and if his community would be okay without him, and perhaps they needed my skills more than this community did. I'm escorted to the factory floor, where a big crowd has gathered around the furnace. At first, I thought it was maybe for warmth, but it's a rather warm day today, so that couldn't be it. They all kneel, when some guy in a leather jacket enters the room. I do the same, though I can't really see his face through the crowd of people though, I can only assume he must be the leader.
That's when I hear that familiar voice...so familiar it sends shivers down my spine.
"You are gonna wanna pay close attention to this." He says, and I look at the speaker, and it's… It's...no…it can't be...is it really...Denny?! I'm unable to move at the sight of him. At first I thought it was a ghost, no a hallucination. I glanced around, but it would seem that everyone else sees him too.
He then turns and takes his baseball bat and whacks what I assume by the coat, is their current doctor, in the shoulder. He falls to the ground, but I can't seem to take my eyes off of Denny.
The doctor pleads no, asking why, claiming he didn't do anything. Denny's dimples show as he speaks to their doctor. And I'm still frozen in shock at the sight of him.
"I found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk." The man in the leather jacket says, and now I know that, there's no way in hell that it's not Denny Duquette. I watch in horror as Denny hits the man again. I've never seen such anger painted on his face till now.
He hands his baseball bat to someone else, and clears his throat. "You...left the door open, and let my puppy out." Denny says, and he goes on and on. I couldn't for the life of me, comprehend who Denny was talking about, or why that mattered as the doctor stood before him in fear. This was the only instance I have seen a doctor be treated like less than royalty in the apocalypse. And it was DENNY who was behind this horror show! I was snapped out of it when I hear Denny call some other girl hot.
"A super hot girl, horrifically killed, because of your greedy, delusional, and tiny little prick." I feel my mouth drop at Denny's behavior. He was always so sweet to me. He can't be a hallucination. Everyone else can see him- And hallucination Denny was way nicer... to be fair, so was real Denny. Maybe I'm misreading the situation, if it wasn't a fabrication my mind has made, that is. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time.
"Why would he intentionally try to hurt you? Sherry's gone. And if he's lying, and she's out there, I will find her. And then I will burn the other side of his face off until he dies." Denny says and I feel myself wanting to vomit. I looked at the man whose face was heavily burned. My Denny could not have done that...he...he's lying, he MUST be. This CAN'T be real, not ANY of it.
I watched Denny pick up a hot iron, and my eyes darted over to the doctor in question, then back to Denny as he approached him. The doctor begged, and Denny smiled.
"You know I hate this shit. Just tell me you're sorry and I don't have to do this shit." he says, and the Doctor admits to whatever it is he was accused of, and I sigh in relief when the iron is pulled away from him. I knew Denny wouldn't do something so horrific.
Then, I watched, horrified, as the man I once was madly in love with, throw another man into a furnace, and laugh as he gets burned alive
Then puts his arm around the man with the badly scarred face, saying "Good thing we have a spare ."
That's when the guy who brought me here, whispers something to Denny, and points at me.
It's almost like slow motion, when I watch Denny's gaze fall on me.
Author's note: I know that was a short chapter, but there's more to come! If you haven't seen Grey's anatomy, you may be a bit confused. And I know the Denny/Negan thing is confusing, but there will be an explanation as to how they're the same person! just keep reading! thanks! please review and let me know what you thought, and if you want more! Special thanks to Dork for helping me edit!