Negan and John head through the gates of the school. It's well past dark, and there are men outside dealing with a cluster of the dead building up. No sooner has John stepped out of the truck, than Katie is there to greet him.

"John!" She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck, smothering him with kisses. "I was worried about you."

"I told you not to worry, sweetheart," he smiles, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"This is bullshit! I got three fucking wives and not one of them is waiting for me," Negan pouts childishly.

"Aww, come here," Katie hugs him, patting him humorously on the back.

"Thanks, i always did like pity hugs," Negan jokes.

"You're welcome," she giggles.

John wraps his arm round her waist, pulling her back towards him. "You been alright while i've been gone?"

"Yeah, i helped clear out some of the dead. They keep building up on the west wall," she says.

"Yeah, we saw when we drove in. I hope you were fucking careful?" John raises an eyebrow.

Katie rolls her eyes. "You're not the only one who can handle the dead."

He squeezes her waist. "I know, sweetheart. I just worry about you, that's all. Not a fucking crime is it?"

"No," Katie smiles. "I think it's sweet."

"Christ! You two are about to make me vomit," Negan frowns.

"Ignore him," John smiles slyly. "He's just pissed off cos his wives aren't worried about him."


Katie unties her hair, grabbing her hairbrush from the drawers. "Everything go okay?"

John lies back against the bed, his hands behind his head. "Yeah, but i knew it would."

"You two get along alright?"

"About as good as we've ever got along," he turns to his side, resting his head against his hand. "Did you have a good look around?"

"Yeah," she turns to him. "I did."

"And?"

She sighs. "Everything mostly seems alright here."

"Mostly?"

"Well, there seems to be a hierarchy here. He's got some kind of points system, which is alright i guess. Except there were a few people who seemed close to malnourished to me. Mostly the elderly."

John frowns. "Anything else?"

"I learned more about his wives. Apparently, if his men earn enough points, they can.. you know, spend the night with them," she grimaces.

"You're fucking joking?"

She shakes her head. "To be honest though, his wives don't seem to mind. Anything they want, they get."

"Still weird as fuck though," John says.

"I'll tell you another thing i noticed."

"What's that?" John asks.

"Negan's men. Not all of them are what you'd call.. friendly. In fact, i think a few of them might be absolute fucking creeps."

"How so?" John raises an eyebrow.

"The way they speak to some of the people at the bottom, i saw one guy shoving an old man around. You should speak to Negan about that. And.. the way they look at some of the young girls. I don't like it," she grimaces once again.

John chews on his bottom lip, deep in thought. "I'll have a word. If things start to get bad here though, then we'll get the fuck out."

Katie nods and goes back to brushing her hair. She hears the bed creak as John gets up, making his way over to her. He strokes her shoulder, her skin breaking out in gooseflesh. He leans over her, kissing at her neck. Katie brings her hand up, running her fingers through his hair.

John grabs her arm gently, pulling her up from the chair and pulling her into his body. He pulls her vest up over her head, his hands caressing her waist as their lips collide.

Katie grabs the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, her fingers curling through his chest hair. She moans lightly as he nips at her bottom lip. Her hands go to unbuckle his belt, but he places his hand over hers.

"You're eager, aren't you," he smiles slyly.

"Hmm, don't play games with me," Katie pleads.

John tucks his fingers underneath her bra straps, slowly slipping them down her shoulders. He rubs his nose playfully against hers. "You know how much i love games," he smiles as he unclasps her bra with ease, tossing it on the floor.

Katie grabs his hips, pulling him against her. "But i want you," she pouts, rubbing herself up against him.

John grins as he grabs her waist and throws her down on the bed, pinning her wrists playfully.


Negan sits, leaning his head against hand. He listens, a look of disgust and shame on his face. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help it. Wanting something he can't have had been a weakness of his, his entire life. Didn't everyone want something more once they realised they couldn't have it? He thinks about how Katie had hugged him. Such a small thing, but it had sent shivers down his spine nonetheless. Feeling her body pressed up against his, even for that brief moment had been torturous. So he sits there, listening to his brother in the next room. He closes his eyes and clenches his fist, his nails digging into the palm of his hand so hard they draw blood. Negan opens his eyes, his hand relaxing. "Get a fucking grip! Weird ass mother fucker!" He says to himself. He gets up from his chair and leaves.


After a good night's sleep, John felt refreshed. With a much clearer head, he made his way around the school, trying to see what Katie had seen. It didn't take him long. As a guy, he knew all too well when a man was lusting after someone. The disturbing thing, was a lot of the people being lusted after were not much more than children. He walked round the school, wanting to punch half of the men there. John knew he couldn't do that on just a look, so he went to his brother. John knocked at the door, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Come in!" Negan shouts.

John heads through the door. One of Negan's wives sits on the leather sofa, a book in her hand. She's dressed in a tight black dress and heels. John had seen Negan's wives before, but he still found it amusing to see someone dressed as such, especially these days.

"Hey, how the fuck are you? You sleep alright?" Negan asks.

"Yeah, i slept really good actually," John smiles. "I wanted to talk to you.. in private," John says, his eyes flitting towards Negan's wife.

She rolls her eyes, slapping her book shut. "I can take a hint."

"Sorry," John smiles awkwardly as she heads out the door.

"Don't be," she smiles.

Negan sits on the sofa. "So what is it?"

John sits on a chair in front of him, resting his arms against his thighs. He clasps his hands together, trying to keep himself calm. "It's a few things actually."

"Go on," Negan gestures with his hand.

"Your points system," he starts.

"What about it?"

"Are you aware that some of your people are practically starving?"

Negan frowns. "Really?"

"Really," John nods. "I've seen it."

"Maybe they aren't earning enough fucking points?"

"Look, i get the points system, i do. But you got enough food to feed everyone. No one should be fucking starving," John says.

"So what would you suggest? That i just give food to people who haven't fucking earned it? Then where would i fucking be? I'll tell you where i'd be shall i? I'd have every fucker doing fuck all, expecting something for nothing."

"I'm not saying that. But how the fuck are people supposed to work for you if they don't have the damn strength to even get out of bed? Maybe they could have basic rations? Getting extras as and when they earn it?" John suggests.

Negan chews on his bottom lip. "There anything else?"

"Yeah, your men."

"What about my men?" Negan asks.

"I don't know if you've played close attention to them or not? I'm gonna say no, because i don't think you'd fucking stand for it either. But i've seen the way they look at the women here, the way they manhandle the workers, and even worse, the looks they keep giving the younger girls," John grimaces.

"You sure about that?" Negan frowns. "I know a lot of them are assholes, but i'm not sure they're like that."

"Well don't you think you should be fucking sure!" John raises his voice. He rubs his thighs with his hands, trying to compose himself.

"You trying to tell me how to run this fucking place?"

"Maybe you fucking need telling. Especially if you're willingly turning a blind eye to shit like that," John says.

"Is that what you fucking think of me? You think i'd turn a blind eye to something like that? Well!" Negan spits.

John clenches his jaw, then he breathes deeply, his face softening. "No, but it's fucking happening, Negan. And you need to put a stop to it quick, before it gets out of hand. Katie and i aren't gonna stay in a place that allows shit like that."

Negan's eyes widen briefly. He takes a hand, running it over his freshly shaved face. "Look, i hear you John. I won't fucking stand for shit like that either. I see shit like that happening, i'll fucking deal with it. And i hear you about the rations. I'm not here all the damn time, i didn't know people were fucking starving. I'll fucking sort it, okay?"

John nods, feeling triumphant. "Okay. I'm sorry, i don't think that of you. I just.. i don't like seeing shit like that, that's all."

Negan massages his temples with a sigh. "It's alright. I guess i've kinda taken my eye off the ball. I'm glad you said something, no fucker else would."


Katie wanders round the school while John helps clear the dead outside. She walks through what would've once been the cafeteria. Now however, it's filled with beds divided by curtains, much like a hospital. She's happy to see some of the previously half starved residents actually eating. Though it doesn't look very appetizing, it's better than nothing she supposes. Katie heads to the kitchen, the sound of cutlery filling her ears. "Hi," she smiles at Janet.

"Hey, i'd love to chat, but i got a million things to do," Janet says, wiping at her brow with her sleeve.

"That's alright, you need some help?" Katie offers.

"You've worked hard enough today," Janet smiles. "I tell you what though. You can take that to Negan," she points at a tray.

Katie nods with a smile as she grabs the tray.

She quickly makes her way to his room, knocking at the door with her foot.

"Come in!" Negan shouts from inside.

Katie pushes on the handle with her elbow and shoves the door open with her back.

Negan sits on his sofa with a pile of papers in his lap. He looks up, expecting Janet. His eyes glisten as he sees Katie with his tray, a smile plastering his face. "Hey," he gets up from his seat. "Here, let me get that," Negan takes the tray from her, placing it on his coffee table. "Thanks for bringing this."

"Not a problem," Katie smiles. "Anyway, i'll leave you to eat in peace."

"Would you like a drink?" Negan asks as she turns to leave.

"I wouldn't want your dinner to get cold," Katie says.

"It's fine. From someone who's eaten enough cold food from a can, hot food's a fucking luxury," he chuckles.

Katie smiles. "Okay, i'll have a quick drink," she nods, sitting down on the sofa.

Negan grabs two glasses and his signature bottle of whiskey. "You like whiskey?"

"I like anything as long as it's got alcohol in it. Not that i'm an alcoholic or anything," Katie laughs.

Negan laughs as he fills their glasses. "The thought never crossed my mind."

She takes the glass from Negan, sipping it. "Hmm, this is good."

"It is, i'm stockpiling this shit, that's for sure," he smiles.

"Did John speak to you earlier?" She asks.

Negan looks at her, his lips curling up into a smirk. "He did. Things got a little heated, but he was right. I know that. I've already started addressing the stuff John mentioned."

"I saw that," she nods.

"It's fucking hard being the guy in charge. I try my best, but some things just fucking slip my attention," he frowns.

"Well you're doing good. You've brought all these people together for a start, you're keeping them alive. That's better than most people are capable of," she points out.

"Thanks," he smiles almost sweetly. "I gotta ask, how did you meet my brother?"

"He saved my life, that's why i absolutely adore him," Katie giggles.

Negan's face drops slightly, but thankfully she doesn't notice.

"I was surrounded by the dead, and he saved me. He was.. quiet when i first met him. Like he had something weighing on his shoulders. But then don't we all?" She reasons. "Once he started talking though, i couldn't get him to shut up," Katie laughs.

"So you've both just been rambling around?"

"We did have a group, and John was kinda leading it. But we got overrun. He said he wouldn't lead again after that," she shakes her head sombrely. "Blamed himself. But it wasn't his fault. We're lucky we made it out alive."

Negan smiles sympathetically. "I hear you."

Katie finishes her drink. "I should get going."

"You don't want another?" Negan tips his empty glass towards her.

"God no, i can't handle my drink," Katie laughs. "And i've got stuff to do. Thanks though, it was nice talking to you."

"Any time," Negan smiles as she leaves.