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"Ryan, Rob, Dan Get her!" A tall man yelled, a he motioned to his group of men as they continued robbing the place.

"I'm going, Gene!" Ryan yelled taking off after Roman. She glanced back seeing the former men from her community turned into crazed, rapist, murdering and god knows what else. She took off into the woods and continued running. She had a small messenger bag on her side, with a first aid kit, knife, bullets, her mp3 player, and headphones, and some bottle of cheap bourbon.

She had come home to her community being ransacked after everyone died. She had went on a supply run for the leader. She stumbled upon the 6 men rummaging through her things. She raised her gun and shot two of them. She got shot in the leg. She let out a short scream in pain and continued running.

In the woods, Ryan broke off from the other two and took off after her. She could hear the screams of the other two as they got attacked by walkers. She got a bit away, and wrapped her wound in a bandana, and continued running. They just wouldn't stop.

Ryan grabbed her by the hair after she crossed the river, and headed for the highway. He yanked her back onto the pavement hard. Roman started breathing hard as she got held down, and he started beating her.

Elsewhere, Negan was rummaging through a bar, grabbing a bottle of his favorite whiskey. "Damn… Amazing find." He wiped it off, shoved it in his bag. He headed out of the bar, zipping up his jacket, and started walking, he kept his machete at his side holster, and Lucille in his hand. It had been two months since the war broke out, and everything was lost.

Roman groaned as she reached for a fallen screwdriver from Ryan's pocket. She kicked him hard, and grabbed it then drove it into his neck. She continued attacking him, and took the screwdriver out, grabbed her bag and took off running once again. She stopped about several steps ahead of Ryan's body, and took puffs from her inhaler, then continued on her way, eventually she came upon a car. She looked in seeing it abandoned, and the keys still in it - if it had gas that would be a miracle. She got in her leg and arm just killing her. She had some bruises forming on her face, and her one eye was starting to swell shut. She had a busted lip also.

She snapped out of it, and continued driving, she laughed at herself as she actually looked both ways before driving across the road. She had a half tank of gas, and was thankful to the Lord for it, and prayed for who ever had to leave their vehicle behind. She had been taught to drive during the first few months of the world going to hell.

A while later, Roman was caught off by the sudden downpour of rain, then, a truck slamming into her car, full force at her and and sent her off the road, rolling and into a tree. She came too, as two men dragged her from the truck looking through her bag and tossing it beside her.

"She has nothing of use to us." Gene laughed. "Worthless shit… Shit bourbon. Doesn't know a good brand if it bites her on the ass."

The other two men were beating Roman, as Gene watched as they continued laughing. "Treat her how you want, boys." He grabbed the bourbon from the bag and drank.

Roman started fighting back kicking, and hitting them. They laughed and continued. "Get off me!" Roman cried out in pain as he undid her pants.

Negan could hear the screaming, and ran to see what was going on. He hadn't see another soul in months, but he definitely recognized a girls scream. He gripped onto Lucille tightly, and saw one man standing looking through a bag, one man holding the girl down and the other on top of her trying to take her pants off.

"Get off me!" She screamed, she grabbed a rock and swung. The other man helping hold her down took it and slammed it across her face, while they worked on her pants. She got hit hard again, and went out.

Negan slammed Lucille against the tall man looking through the bag first, hitting him across the head, and then went for the other two.

Roman came too, to the sound of someone begging to be let go.

"..I don't deal with rapists.." A raspy voice cut the man's begging of with a swift motion of his bat, and the sound of a cracked skull was echoed.

Roman rolled over, and saw a man in a leather jacket beating Dan with a bat. She looked down at herself and pulled her pants up. She then slowly got up, grabbed her bag and took off running fearing she'd be next, she stumbled, and held onto her head as it throbbed from the pain.

"Hey Kid!" Negan groaned as he continued taking care of the trio of men, he finished the last one, and took off after her. "Kid!" He spat on their bodies, and started walking. He could see a small trail of blood on the ground, and started following it. "Damn it Kid." He muttered, and continued following it, running at this point to try and find that girl.

Roman stopped running her head was killing her, she held it slightly and closed her eyes. She could hear the rattling 'breathing' of walkers. She opened her eyes and took off running more, she tripped over a tree root an fell down a hill, rolling, until she hit her body against a large boulder.

Negan took off running in the direction of the small scream that seemed to fade. He Lucilled a few walkers, and nearly slid down the steep hill himself, he grabbed onto a tree branch to steady himself. "Shit… Damn kid." He let lucille go and slid it down the hill, then he kneeled down and slid down the hill himself, and walked over to her. "Shit. She's only a kid." He frowned, looking at her wounds. He glanced around and knew they were not far from the cabin he found earlier that morning, kneeling down he checked her and she was still breathing. "Fuck me. Not how I wanted my day to go." He muttered and slowly picked her up along with Lucille and carried her down the ravine, and managed to climb back up to the top of the hill, and slowly made his way back to the cabin.

He arrived at the cabin, and locked it up after going inside. He used a oil lamp to light up the one room cabin. He placed her on the bed, putting her bag beside her on the floor. Negan placed Lucille on the chair, and took off his jacket. He looked through his first aid kit, finding his suture kit, and tweezers. He didn't see an exit wound on her leg, he knew it was lodged in there. He knew he would have to remove it. Shit.

Roman started coming too, and let out a soft groan.

"Hey kid." Negan said rummaging through his crap.

Roman sat up quickly jumping on the bed. She grabbed the knife off the table and held it. "Who the hell are you." She held onto her injured leg "Shit."

"Whoa. Calm down..I saved your ass." He frowned, he wasn't thrilled with a knife being pointed at him.

Roman didn't move the knife, she just watched him. "I was fine on my own." She knew she wasn't, but didn't really trust anyone anymore.

"Oh yeah? I see you got, shot, almost raped and your arm sliced up along with a goose-egg the size of my left testicle." Negan shook his head. "Kid you ain't fine on your own."

She frowned, and slowly got up from the bed despite her pain. "I'm fine." She said standing, holding the knife. "Bag please."

Negan raised a brow and let out a laugh. "Kid you ain't leaving. Your bleeding like a pig at slaughter. You won't make it out there… Put the knife down and sit.."

She shook her head and really wished she hadn't, her head was spinning. "I dont think so." She reached for her bag and took it. She started half ass walking and limping.

Negan watched in annoyance and amusement as she attempted to walk. "Kid.. I'm trying really fucking hard to not be a total dick, but you need to stay."

Roman just looked at him and rolled her eyes, and walked more.

"Alright, Kid - I don't ask or give orders twice." He grabbed at her.

Roman swung the knife, almost getting his face.

Negan grabbed her arm twisted it, to get her to let go of the knife, and then he took it, she then slapped him across the face with her free hand, stepped on his foot and headbutted him, and stumbled back holding the knife.

Negan scrunched his face up as he got headbutted. "Little shit." He moved and grabbed at her, taking the knife from her and getting his palm sliced open in the process, tossing the knife on the floor. He grabbed her arm hard and pulled her close. "Enough!" Negan's facial feature must of changed, because she stopped moving when she saw it. He was pissed, his men - former men didn't act this way - or the woman. They knew their place. She obviously hadn't been given a place. He really didn't like being slapped, or cut though it didn't hurt, it was still disrespectful that she did - He saved her ungrateful ass. He held onto her free arm and walloped her across her bottom. "..Sit.. Down.. Now.." He ordered, with a slight hiss. He moved her back near the bed.

She just stared him down mainly in shock that he hit her, and sat on the bed. She finally broke eye contact with him and looked away, her face reddening from the scolding, along with the anger and pain from the past few days she was holding back, she scooted back on the bed, and remained quiet. She was shaking.

Negan took a breath, putting the knife away in his pocket and started pacing the floor for a minute to cool down., opening the bourbon and pouring it on his hand. "Son of a bitch." He muttered to himself, and shook his hand, then threw gauze and wrapped it. He picked up the knife, and put it in his pocket after folding it.

"I'm sorry." She said after a little bit of watching him pace back and forth, she felt bad for cutting him, along with stomping on his foot and headbutting him. She closed her eyes, her head was killing her from doing that along with hitting it earlier.

Negan huffed, and walked over to the chair and sat down, rubbing his face before looking at her. "Listen kid. You need that bullet taken out, along with your arm stitched. I'll help you and let you go on your way merry damn way after healing for a few days - Got it?" He slowly sat down. "You hit your head hard also.."

Roman looked up at him, and gave a nod. "Yes, sir."

"The name is, Negan." He said sighing. "Don't call me sir unless your ass is in trouble and needs saving." He cracked a slight smile, considering he did save her ass.

She nodded, and smiled slightly back. "Yes, sir...I...Negan.." She bit her lip for a second.

"I'm gonna be honest.. I don't have shit to numb it." He sighed, "It's gonna hurt like hell.."

"Can't hurt worse than where I'm already hurting." She said sitting back on the bed, and laid back. "I'm… Roman...Well, Roman Charlotte.." She was exhausted.

Negan gave her a sheet to cover with. Roman took off her jeans, she had on boyshort underpants and moved the sheet to expose the part of her leg with the wound. "Want a rag?"

"Are you going to swat me with it?" She was slightly bitter still about getting smacked.

He let out a laugh. "Hell, no - to bite on." He dug his bandanna out of his pocket, handing it to her, then threw on some gloves from the kit. "I only wallop kids if they need it." He nodded. "Can I call you RC? Roman Charlotte is a mouthful, kid."

" Like the cola?" She smiled slightly.

He grinned slightly and gave a nod.

Roman nodded, sighing. "That's fine with me." She took the rag, shoving it in, as he poured some whiskey on it.

It burned a lot.

Negan heard her whimpering, "Sorry kid." He replied softly, and took the knife cutting the hole open more, to make it easier to get the bullet out with the tweezers. He put the knife down, and started digging for it.

Roman bit down hard on the folded rag, and gripped onto the bedpost. She felt the hot tears roll down her face, and turned her head away. She jolted a bit.

"Try not kicking.." Negan said digging and pressing down on her leg so she didn't jerk again, and he tried getting a grip on it. "Breathe kid.. Hurts like hell, I know."

Roman muffled out a sob, and breathed. She felt light headed and closed her eyes. She was breathing hard, and nodded listening to him.

"Jes- " He cut himself off, grabbing onto it good, and started pulling the bullet out "Almost….." He glanced down at her to make sure she was doing alright. "Shit….Got it kid." He looked the bullet over and tossed it. He glanced down at Roman seeing her shaking a bit. "Kid?"

Roman nodded, wiping her face, and looked over at him after taking the rag out. "T..thank you." She said holding back a sob.

Negan patted her face, smiling slightly, then nodded. "Did good kid." He grabbed the needle and nylon, along with the needle holder and forceps, and started suturing it her wound shut - while whistling welcome to the jungle by guns n' roses.

Roman smiled slightly, relaxing. "Welcome to the jungle… it gets worse here everyday…" She said whispering softly, closing her eyes, she loved that song - well any music really. "Know any Stone Sour or Metallica?"

A twinkle light in Negan's eye for a minute. "Hell yeah." He laughed looking at her while finishing up. "Avenged sevenfold, slipknot, my top favorite are the Eagles..." He rubbed his beard and grinned slightly. "Got a lot of favorites… Shit, haven't thought about music in a long time."

Roman smiled slightly, calming down talking to him. "Corey Taylor.. Whoa...loved him..." She sighed, and shook her head. "Got them on my mp3 player in my bag along with a bunch of other songs..I think I have an Eagle's song on it too." She bit her lip, looking at her leg. "At least it'll be a cool scar." she sighed.

Negan nodded, listening to her. "Yeah, Good music is dead now...Yeah, he was good." He smiled slightly, "One ass kicking scar.." He said looking at her arm. "Let me see it." He sighed, cleaning his hands and putting a new glove on.

Roman took off her jacket, and t-shirt, having a cami on. She laid back and looked at her blood soaked bandage, she really should have changed it.

"Damn kid - have you changed that bandage?" He asked cutting it off.

Roman shook her head. Negan let out a sigh.

"You trying to kill yourself kid.. Shit.. Damn.. " He asked frowning, looking the cut over. "Gotta have stitches honey." He watched her for a moment.

"Shit. I'm going to be all nylon." She sighed, and watched him clean it. "Don't call me honey." She sighed.

Negan shook his head and started working on her harm. "Your marbles all in there or did they get knocked loose.." He asked looking at her eye, and laughed. He wasn't a doctor but was a medic in the army for 3 years before being discharged.

"I'm sure they are all accounted for.." She shrugged and laughed slightly, she watched him work on her arm. "You a doctor?"

He let out a laugh. "I was a medic back in the army - learned this other shit on my own during this shitty world.." He glanced at her. "How old are you?"

"I'm 15.. I was 12 at the start of all this."

Negan raised a brow. "Just a kid."

Roman frowned. "How old are you?"

"How old do I look?" He asked being a smart ass.

Roman smirked slightly. "Old as dirt...70…" She knew he was younger just wanted to push his buttons.

Negan frowned, "Lower…" He liked this kids humor.

"30?"

He laughed. "Higher…"

Roman fronwned. " 50?"

Negan shook his head, while working on her arm.

"45?"

"I'll never tell." Negan looked at her teasing, and winked after that he put some butterfly closures on her head wound, her eyes looked okay not dilated.

Roman smiled slightly, and laughed "Well. Shit, that's impressive you haven't gotten killed yet for being so old.."

Negan glanced at her and laughed. "You only know half of it...Get some rest." he said finishing up, and wrapping her arm up. He cleaned up the mess, tossed her a blanket, then walked over and kicked back in the chair leaning it against the wall, closing his eyes keeping Lucille in his lap..

Roman didn't fight him on that, she was exhausted. She covered up with the blanket, and fell asleep.

Note: I redid Chapters 3 - 16 Updates soon to come!