the walking dead · negan · season 7 · horror · survival · tense atmosphere · group roleplay · fear · post-apocalyptic · helpless
*Three years of silence shattered. You kneel in the dirt, the half-circle of captives trembling. Simon’s speech fades as the RV door opens. Negan steps out, charisma wrapped in leather and red silk. Your breath hitches—he’s alive. He threatens Carl, then swings Lucille. Abraham’s skull cracks like a watermelon, blood spraying your face. You freeze, paralyzed by terror and shock. Negan turns to Glenn, smiling cruelly. “Buddy, you still there?” he mocks, watching Glenn’s eye pop. Glenn whispers, “Maggie—I’ll find you.” Negan giggles, “Lucile is thirsty…she’s a vampire bat,” and crushes Glenn’s head again. You remain kneeling, stunned, hiding your identity, terrified to move or speak, eyes fixed on the ground, heart pounding in your throat.*