A/N Since Monday was a very short update, here is another one. I'm going to skip a lot of the comic/show in this chapter, and it's going to be a very fast pace like it has been. Six years will also pass in this one. We're going into the final ten chapters.

I send John to Alexandria with a box of glasses I spent two weeks scavenging by myself.

He returns with it. "Rick said your girl left a few weeks back. Get this. With Simon and Connor. Fucking traitors. We'll get them, boss."

"I want a team searching for them at all times. You bring her to me."

"Yes, Sir."

Yes, Sir.

"Sherry," I yell, slamming my bedroom door behind her.

"Not so rough, Negan," Sherry whines.

"Shut up." I force her harder down on my cock. Here are five women that will do anything I want. Threesomes, foursomes. I'm living every man's fuck fantasy but my own. I don't want to fuck any of them. I only want one...

I've waited a long fucking time for this. Months of planning. Of building a fucking army all for this moment.

"No, please," Alder begs disoriented as he crawls to try and get away from me. His blood leaving a trail behind him like a snail.

I bellow out a laugh as I taunt him by following him around. When he reaches for one of the random discarded guns, I slam Lucille down hard on his hand. Some of his fingers dangle from her wires. I like to think that's for Vin. Payback for when he had his disgusting hand in a place it did not belong.

My men have tied his group inside the electrical company, using zip ties to keep them in place because I have plans for them.

"Sir, what are we doing with Alder's group?"

"Burn the building to the fucking ground." I close my eyes and tilt my head back some as I take in the sounds of screaming once the flames start searing skin. Sniveling pulls me back down into reality. I kick Alder on the hip and roll him over. There's a lot of things I want to do to him. He took everything from me. Or maybe I just give him more credit than he deserves. Maybe I have been the monster all along. I stab Lucille down in his wide-open mouth as he pleas once more. His jaw bone breaks. His teeth are knocked out. Now it's just choking gasps until he suffocates. I lean down close to his face so I'm the last thing he sees. "We are the only Salvation! We're the Saviors."

I stare back at Alder on my fence. Somehow, I didn't destroy his brain so I put him right in cocksucking front.

"Sir, we… well..."

Every time my men come home with nothing to report on Vin, I delve farther down to no return.

For two years, I fight with Rick.

Until one day, I'm betrayed by Dwight. Again. Rick and Dwight have been working together to bring me down.

"Good," Rick snarls, slicing my throat open with his knife.

I break his fucking leg before I go down. My thought process is that of a cow. It breaks a leg, you shoot it. To me, breaking his leg is better than killing him. Because now Rick is confined within the walls of Alexandria like a dog until the day he puts his own gun in his mouth and ends it all.

Well.

Seems Rick has the same thought process. Rick puts me in… are you fucking ready for this? Jail. Apocalypse fucking jail. Now all I have time for is regret. It takes one night in the dark to break me. I sob into my hands when my thoughts consume me. I've made so many wrong decisions.

For almost three years, I rot in this fucking cell.

It wasn't the first year that was the hardest. It was every goddamn fucking day that was hard.

I try to get my fun where I can. Fuck with the girl who checks on me by stripping completely naked before she makes it down the steps to my cell, which she's not impressed. That backfires one day when it's actually Rick. He's not impressed either. Seems the only person who was ever impressed was Vin. Not even my own wife.

I wake up in an abandoned house, snapping my eyes open. Those last three years I spent in jail have been a complete blur. Some dumb fucking kid helped me escape. Actually ended back up in Alexandria to help Rick fight a group that made mine look like boy scouts. These Whisperer fucks. Aren't I so fucking nice?

No.

I can't think like that.

Anyway, after the war with the Whisperers, I'm exiled from Alexandria. Only given a backpack full of food, a rifle, and my clothes.

This is how I ended up in this abandoned house.

I get up to start my day, visiting the grave outside my house. Not just any grave. Lucille's. During the fight with the Whisperers, she finally broke in half. I know it sounds mental. Even I think it's a little crazy. But, in a way, it helps me move on by burying her. "I'm sorry I named a stupid fucking baseball bat after you." Lucille had been my strength for a long time, but now it's time that I do it on my own. I've used her as a crutch for far too long. "Goodbye."

The longer I'm on my own, the more primitive I become. The more I shut down and forget what it means to exist in this fragile society. One day when I'm out scavenging, a group extends an offer to join them. I'm fucking done with groups. With people. I just want to be left the fuck alone, and live out my days that way.

Alone.

Except, life doesn't always work out that way. After a year of being on my own, I wake up to the sound of whistling, then the house comes crashing down on me.

The next morning when I come to, I realize I've survived a tornado. Everything around this area is completely leveled. I plan to go back to Alexandria to see how they held up, but I'm too turned around. By the time I realize it, I've gone maybe fifteen miles out of the way? Something I keep seeing are these small signs that have the same saying on them.

Are you worthy?

The small signs always correspond to the metal road signs along the highway. The ones for lodging, gasoline, and shit like that. I haven't had anything to eat in two days when I ran out of my last can of beans. Here are another one of those lodging signs.

Are you worthy?

Four miles.

I can do four more miles. I don't even make it four steps before collapsing to the pavement.

A/N Words cannot convey how excited I am for this story going forward. It's going to be completely A/U now.