Honk! Honk!

My wants had been pushed out of my mind when three trucks pulled up outside the station and almost a dozen guys piled out and started yelling to each other.

"Who made the biter pile?"

"Jeremy? Was that you?"

"Just get inside, you dipshits!"

Carl and I looked at each other in shock and fear. We both got up and sprinted to the back of the gas station and out the back door. I looked around the side of the building and I saw a guy coming around back. Carl started climbing up a ladder onto the roof and I followed close behind. We barely made it onto the roof before the guy made it around the back.

"Clear!" He yelled to the other guys before walking back. I realized I had been holding my breath, so I exhaled.

"Just grab the stuff and let's go!" Another guy yelled.

The roof creaked. Carl pulled me off the concaved part of the roof before it fell down into the building.

Then stupidly, I looked down and saw all those guys staring up at me in awe. Luckily, I don't think they saw Carl.

"'Sup you ugly bastards! Did you take all the good shit?" I pulled out a gun that Rick and the other guys hadn't found and aimed down at them. "Don't even reach for them. If I can hit a nut out of a squirrels paw from a mile away, I can shoot all of you and that walker coming through the door in under ten seconds."

I cocked my gun and shot the walker coming through the gas station door, even though I shouldn't have done that. I should have let them get eaten.

"Who's up there with you, princess?" A black haired man with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire yelled up to me.

I sat down and let my legs hang down over the sides of the broken roof.

"What? You think I can't take care of myself? Shame on you baseball bat."

"Ha. I like you princess. You got spunk."

Carl crouched down and whispered.

"I know him. He's Negan. Ask him where he's going."

"So where are you headed?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Negan chuckled.

"Headed to a big ass community. Going to get our stuff."

"Ask for a ride," Carl whispered. "He'll say yes. You're cute and he likes me."

I had to hold in a smile.

"Mind if I hitch a ride?" I asked while I stood up.

"I think we got room for one more." Negan said, looking to his buddies. "If I may ask, where'd you get the hat?"

I pulled Carl into Negan's line of vision.

"Well holy shit. It's the little serial killer in the making."

"Yep. It's me." Carl looked down at him.

"Princess, you say you can hit a nut out of a squirrels hand from a mile away?"

"I sure as hell can." I smiled.

"I'll give you a ride if you shoot someone for me. I've got a strong feeling he's in Alexandria."

"Alright. But I get to pick and keep whatever gun I use. Deal?"

"Deal. Now get down here. We've got a ton of shit to load into the trucks."

He walked into the back of the gas station and out of our line of vision.

"Are you sure about that guy?" I turned to Carl.

"Not at all. He terrifies me."

"Wimp."

"I think I know who you're gonna have to shoot. You won't be happy."

"There are only two people in all of Alexandria that I won't be happy shooting and one of them is standing right next to me." I grinned.

"Should I be complimented?" Carl smiled at me.

"Yeah. You should." I turned and hopped down through the hole in the roof and was followed by Carl.