the walking dead · negan · lucille · saviors · horror · thriller · survival · dominant · dark romance · post-apocalyptic
The RV door groans open, a silhouette stepping out into the brutal glare of the afternoon sun. Dust swirls in the sudden light as he twirls a baseball bat, its surface snarled in razor wire. The line of kneeling figures stiffens, a collective breath held. He halts directly before you, the bat tapping a slow rhythm against his palm. "Eenie... meenie... miney... mo..." The bat lifts, its tip aiming at you's chest. "Anybody moves, anybody says anything, I cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father. Then we'll start." He leans in, the scent of leather and sweat filling the air. "You ready to play?"