Life before was routine...wake up to my alarm blaring, shower, go to work. Coast through the day. Come home make dinner. Go to bed. Repeat.
...that was before.
Now everything is different, about four years ago the apocalypse hit. I lost everyone I knew relatively quick, so it's just been me since. Crashing with some people along the way. That is until one day, when attempting to hunt, I encountered a wave of walkers.
I thought for sure I was done...
I braced myself to fight as many of them as I could when all of the sudden...
There was only one left...But how there had just been roughly 12 of em? Coming back to I drove my golf club into the remaining one's temple watching it fall to the ground.
Still trying to process what just happened I didn't hear the man speak. He must have noticed because he repeated himself
"miss are you okay?" I nod slowly realizing there's about 11 people surrounding me.
"My name is Rick, this is my son Carl. He saw you and convinced us to come help."
The teenage boy nods at you.
"You by yourself out here?" Rick asks.
"Yes...I'm solo..." I find my voice speaking up
The boy looks at his dad again "we can't leave her here alone..."
Rick looks at Carl then to the rest of the group. All of them kind of nodding in agreement.
"Well looks like you're coming with us for now. Come on it's getting dark." He starts to walk off and I follow behind with the rest of the group. They lead me to a little community they built called Alexandria.
And I've been here ever since.
It's not too shabby. The only time it gets rough is when Negan and the Saviors come for their pick ups. But after that it's back to our new normal.
Two Years Later
The sun is peering through the window, shining right in my eyes waking me up. I sit up rubbing the sleep from my face while kicking my legs over the side of the bed. It's pick up day again. I think to myself as I put a pair of ripped jeans and a black fitted T-shirt on. I walk across my room then grabbing my black converse putting them on and tying them.
I sit there for a moment remembering we were short again...Negan wasn't going to be happy. Not that some of us complain. He may be a dick but he's definitely a sexy one. Everyone says he's a nasty nasty guy but I have yet to see that side. Authoritative yes. Downright nasty to be determined. I grab my back pack and golf club heading to meet the other and get the supplies ready for the Saviors. Rick and Carl are getting the stuff organized and I assist with getting it loaded onto a truck with the help of a few others as we hear Negan's famous whistle. The whistle that sent chills down my spine and not in a terrifying way. We get the gates open for him and his crew.
"Well shit if it isn't my favorite fucking guy Rick Grimes. What have we got today!" Negan's voice booms as he swirls Lucille around in the air walking towards the truck.
Rick just stands silently. Letting Negan take in the inventory we've been gathering.
"Now now now, looks like we are short again Ricky. I was even nice enough to warn you last time this happened that it couldn't happen again. I don't want to be a bad guy but FUCK RICK you're kinda forcing my hand here you little shit" he struts past everyone stopping at me and smirking.
"And what's your name doll?" His eyes drag over me, I could have sworn he was drinking me in as his eyes darkened. Snap out of it he asked you a question my mind reminds me. I hesitate a bit before answering "my name is Elle Sir." I lick my lips as I answer Jesus Elle..get your shit together I think to myself. Almost as if he could read my mind, his smirk turned into a devilish grin. "Going with the one worded name. Short and sweet I fucking like it."
He pauses taking a few steps towards Rick again, dragging Lucille in the dirt behind him. "Now Ricky here owes me as of today and see because I'm not some sick fuck who wants to cause trouble. I'm going to let you all off easy."
Rick stiffens as the rest of us just stand there silently. Negan steps right up in Rick's face. Staring him down.
"I'm just going to take some hands away from your crew is all. And next time if you're short..." Negan pauses to chuckle "well I don't think you want to know the shit show that will happen next time Ricky"
He laughs loudly again, "Aw SHIT who am I kidding" he slams Lucille into the ground as he uses her to lean on "You remember EXACTLY what the fuck happens when you piss me off...or should I say Glenn knows and that Ginger guy with the balls of steel. They know."
Rick shakes his head "you will NOT do that again to ANY of my people" he takes half a step forward as two of Negan's men grab him by the shoulders pushing him back in line.
Negan just stands there smiling, "I don't know if you're just that stupid or if you are trying to push my fucking buttons. But you see you don't get a say in this. Today I'm taking four of your people and there will be no next time for this". At Negan's words Rick falls back into line, clearly not agreeing with the decision. But helpless.
Negan walks down the line getting a little more serious with his expression. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Pointing at one of the bigger men with Lucille. "Eeniee..." Makes sense I think. He wants a person for hauling and moving things. He then points to a slightly smaller man "meanie" a man for hunting, pointing to one of the cooks "miney" a new lead cook for the sanctuary. Then he points his bat right at me as he licks his lips and his mouth curves back into that smirk. "Moe" wait the others made sense but why me? Not that I don't contribute but I don't have a specialty position like the rest.
Without taking his eyes off mine he booms, "the four of you are the lucky bastards that get to come with me back to the sanctuary. Get a little vacation from this here Grime-y location" he laughs at his own pun. His people proceed to grab the four of us he picked leading us back to their vehicles. As one grabs my arms, Negan walks by "hey Simon. Take it easy on this one." He pats Simon's shoulder with his leather gloved hand. Before getting into his own vehicle.