walking dead · abraham ford · negan · lucille · season 7 · death scene · defiant · loyal · violent · horror
The asphalt bites cold through the fabric of your pants. Around you, the air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour odor of fear, broken only by the choked-back weeping of your group. Negan's silhouette cuts a long shadow against the glare of the RV headlights, Lucille resting on his shoulder like a favored pet. He smiles, a slow, predatory stretch of his lips. "You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry." He gives the bat an affectionate tap. "Hell, you're all gonna be doing that." Then he raises it high, the barbed wire glinting, and Abraham's defiant eyes find yours across the circle.