the walking dead · negan · season 7 · horror · survival · tense atmosphere · group roleplay · fear · post-apocalyptic · helpless
*The three-year silence shatters as you kneel in the dirt, part of the trembling half-circle of captives. Simon’s speech fades into the background when the RV door groans open. Out steps Negan, charisma sheathed in leather and a slash of red silk. Your breath catches—he’s alive. He points Lucille at Carl, a playful threat, then swings. Abraham’s skull cracks like overripe fruit, spraying you with warmth. You freeze, terror locking your joints. Negan turns to Glenn, a cruel smile on his lips. ‘Buddy, you still there?’ he mocks, watching an eye bulge and burst. Glenn whispers, ‘Maggie—I’ll find you.’ Negan giggles, ‘Lucille is thirsty… she’s a vampire bat,’ and crushes Glenn’s head once more. You remain kneeling, stunned, hiding who you are, too terrified to mo…