Negan stood outside the warehouse, watching one of the dead claw at the chainlink fence. He thought back to when he was taking care of Lucille and one of them wandered into their yard. The damn thing almost killed him if it wasn't for Lucille using their last bullet on it. Negan's mind then wandered to when he made it home to find Lucille dead and turned into one of those mindless bitting monsters. Negan lifted his baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, the weight helped drag his mind back to reality.
Negan got ready to kill the sad Walker, but Laura ran out of the warehouse, "Negan, my dad is in trouble. He just radioed in. He's cornered at the hospital."
Negan knew they needed to get to the hospital, and fast. Negan got to his motorcycle and got it started. Laura jumped on the back and wrapped her arms around his waist. Negan wanted to object to her coming, but knew that he couldn't convince her otherwise. Negan took off and around the back of the warehouse where there was a gate. Laura got off the motorcycle, and opened the gate for Negan to pull out. She then closed it behind them and they were off.
The streets were quiet except for a few hungry moans that echoed the alleys and from behind closed windows. Cars lined the streets, reminding Negan of how things used to be. Families going shopping, and kids playing in the park. Negan stopped at a gun shop, and Laura tugged at his leather coat, "Why are you stopping?"
"If Franklin is cornered, we will need something more than my bat. You still don't have a weapon, and we left without checking those thugs for weapons and ammunition."
"Okay, but my dad and I already checked this place. It is empty."
"I see… Any suggestions then? I don't want us to become one of their dinners." Negan said as he pointed his bat at one of the dead shambling towards them.
"There was a pawn shop two blocks down, but it was locked tight."
Negan got off the motorcycle and approached the Walker. It reached out for him, but with a hard wet smack of the bat, the Walker collapsed. Negan continued to swing until there was nothing left but a wet puddle of shattered bone and brain matter. Negan got back on the motorcycle and the two took off towards the pawn shop. Negan felt much better and calmer after crushing the Walker's head in.
Once they got to the pawn shop, Laura was the first off the motorcycle. She rushed to the padlocked gate. Negan followed after checking to see if the streets were clear. They were, but he could hear the dead slowly gathering, most likely attracted to the motorcycle.
"It looks like people were here recently, the lock has new marks on it but it's still locked."
Negan looked at it. It was a thick bastard, and sadly not one of those cheap department store knock offs. This lock was meant to keep people out and whatever was inside safe. Negan looked over his shoulder and could see five of the dead shambling up the rear, but to the left and right of him was clear.
"Breaking the lock is going to be out of the question." Negan said as he scanned the street.
There was a nearby truck with a pulley on it, but it looked like that was already tried as the window was smashed out and the door open. There was a police cruiser next to it and it didn't look damaged. Negan ran over to it, and saw a police officer sitting in the seat. He didn't look like he was bit, but sitting in his lap was a handgun. Negan tapped on the window and he didn't move. Negan checked the backseat and didn't see anyone.
"Laura, I found our ticket."
Laura approached the police cruiser, "Okay, how do we get in?"
Negan tried the door, but it was locked. The dead were getting close. He started smashing the window. At first it seemed hopeless, but the window started to crack. After five more swings it shattered. Negan felt pretty pleased with himself for a whole nano second, because the car alarm started. And damn was it loud. Negan reached in and grabbed the officer's handgun and in the center was a shotgun. Negan tried to grab it, but it was locked.
"Negan, we got to go. The dead are here." Laura begged as Negan pulled and pulled again on the shotgun, "Negan!"
Negan gave up and the two rushed to the motorcycle. One of the dead was in Negan's way, so he smashed it over its skull, knocking it to the side and out of their way. They hopped onto the motorcycle and Negan started it and rushed out just before a hungry hand to grab them.
Jon sat in an empty room. A long metal table stretched out in the center. On either side of him were three chairs; one for each biker leader. Jon's father had managed to unite six biker gangs after the fall of society. When Jon took over, there were a few leaders that weren't too happy with the regime change but they quickly fell in line. Not much really changed with Jon except that he wasn't as political or diplomatic as his father. Jon was more of a brute force kind of guy. If the leaders got out of line, Jon would remind them who he was.
The door to the room burst open. A fellow Odin's Chosen biker ran in. Jon couldn't remember the guy's name but he had long French braided blonde hair and a small goatee. He was younger than Jon by a few years, but Jon couldn't remember or tell how much younger he was.
"Boss, Craven's brother has returned and he wants to know where his younger brother is."
Jon got up and grabbed Elaina, his rusted crowbar as he left the room. The factory that Jon's father set up their base of operations was a large structure, three stories tall, and a nice basement. The walls were sturdy enough to hold out against the horde. Jon was sitting in what used to be the foreman's office on the second story, which was really all that was on the second story. The third story was once offices, which were converted into bedrooms, and the basement was storage which Jon still used as storage but now it was guns, ammo, and fuel. The first floor was once an iron works, but all the machines except for the furnace were removed for the most part.
Jon stepped out to the catwalk that overlooked the first floor, Craven's older brother Troy was standing in a sea of bikers. Troy was a large man, six foot seven and easily three hundred pounds. He was clean shaven with a bald head. His vest was worn and covered in blood. His pants were mangled and stained, "Jon! Where's the fuck is my brother?"
Jon slammed Elaina against the metal guard of the catwalk. The clang of metal on metal echoed, "I sent your brother out on a snatch and grab with the rest of your boys while you were away; and he went and got himself killed. Pathetic."
"You son of a bitch! First you kill your father and now…" Jon quickly interrupted Troy.
"Hey! My old man had it coming, after all that coward got my pregnant wife killed. Secondly, your brother is a gods be damned adult. So if you have a problem with me, let's settle it. Me and you. One on one. If you kill me, you can run this place however you see fit."
"You're on fucker!" Troy shooted back.
Jon smirked as he walked down to the first floor, Elaina in hand. Jon came to Troy's nipples. Jon looked up to Troy who unhooked his belt and tossed it to the side. Jon did the same, and slowly sat Elaina against the furnace. The two squared up again as the bikers all surrounded them. Jon's heart raced, it had been a few months since he was in this position, but the man standing in front of him wasn't some random biker wanting revenge but his very own father. Jon could relate to Troy, and he respected him for that, but that respect ended there. Jon wasn't going to let anyone take his power away from him. No one.
