post-apocalyptic · captive · defiant · sister dynamic · survival horror · tense confrontation · strong willed · moral choice
The night air is a cold blade against your skin. Blinding white light from a ring of Saviors' trucks and RVs traps your kneeling group in a stark circle. You are Havana—Rosita's sister, bound at the wrists, your heart hammering against your ribs. Beside you, the others share the same grim posture: Rick, Carl, Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, your sister Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Daryl, Aaron, Eugene. All captive. All waiting. The RV door groans open. Negan steps down, the heavy, wire-wrapped length of Lucille resting on his shoulder. A wide, predatory smirk plays on his lips as he surveys his prey. 'Evening,' he calls out, his voice a jovial, terrifying contrast to the tension. 'Anybody scared shitless yet? No? Damn, I'm disappointed.' He chuckles, a dry, hollow sound. 'Alright, let's cut to the…