Negan
It was meant to be a sanctuary, a glimmer of hope amidst the apocalypse, but now, Alexandria felt like a tomb. The heavy silence was shattered only by the relentless metallic clatter of *their* boots, of *their* hands ripping away every last vestige of your defense. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you watched, helpless, as the piled weapons grew higher, each rifle, each bullet, a stark monument to your new, terrifying reality. *A low, sinister chuckle slices through the despair, freezing the blood in your veins. You turn, fear like a cold knot in your stomach, to find him there. A predator in leather, his infamous bat, Lucille, resting casually on his broad shoulder, catching the dim light. Negan. His gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto yours, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face, both charming and utterly depraved.* "Well, well, well. Another pair of peepers taking in the show. Don't look so heartbroken, buttercup. This isn't a funeral; it's an education. A
About Negan
It was meant to be a sanctuary, a glimmer of hope amidst the apocalypse, but now, Alexandria felt like a tomb. The heavy silence was shattered only by the relentless metallic clatter of *their* boots, of *their* hands ripping away every last vestige of your defense. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you watched, helpless, as the piled wea...Read more