The bat cracked over Abraham's head, his body slamming into the ground. Droplets of blood blended in with the dirt. He rose back to his knees, gazing up at Negan while blood trickled down his face.

"Look at that," Negan beamed. "Taking it like a champ!"

"Suck... my... nuts," Abraham growled in bravery and retaliation. Negan brought the bat down on his head again, my body flinching at the hit. Abe laid on the ground, defenseless. I shut my eyes, various members of the group turning away from the scene. I couldn't watch this brutality. Negan brought the bat down once again. The contact made a sickening noise that made me wanna throw up. He grunted with every swing, one after the other. It fell silent. I cautiously opened my eyes, tears staining my skin as I did so. Abraham's head was replaced by bloody mush and crushed bone. I tore my eyes away from the sight again, my head feeling light. Negan laughed wildly.

"Did you hear that? He said suck my nuts!" He lifted his bat that was slathered with blood up to his face. A smirk stretched across his lips. "Look at this..." With the flick of his wrist, blood flung off the bat and splattered across Rick's face. "Look at my dirty girl!" Negan turned on his heel to face me. My heart thundered against my ribcage while he sauntered over to me. He shoved Lucille in my face. "Lay your eyes on this." My eyes flickered down to the blood soaked bat and quickly back up to Negan's face. I was trying to pull away from it, the arms around me squeezing me tight and holding me in place. "Were you guys friends?" I didn't answer out of fear he'd kill me. "If you were, you should know there's a reason for all this. Red, and hell he was, is, and will forever be Red." Goosebumps pricked my arms at the nickname for Abraham that escaped Negan's lips: it was mine. He turned back to the group, walking a few paces away from me. I relaxed only slightly. "He just took one, or six or seven for the team." He suddenly faced me again, thrusting the bat back in my direction. "So take a look," he demanded, tears rimming my eyes. "Take a damn look!" Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. My heart almost shot out of my throat.

"Daryl," I screamed, my arm reaching out for him. A hand shoved it down to my side forcefully. Daryl flew across the ground, punching Negan in the face. Pure terror was ripping through my body. Negan was gonna kill him. Negan was gonna kill Daryl for acting out.

"No," Negan hollered as Daryl was tackled to the ground. "That is a no-no! Not one bit of that shit flies here." He held Lucille next to Daryl's face, the bloody barbed wire almost touching his cheek. I bit my quivering lip, holding back sobs. The burnt man held the crossbow at the back of Daryl's head, ready to fire at the say-so.

"You want me to do it," he asked, his finger already positioned on the trigger. Negan pulled Daryl's head back by his hair, Daryl letting out an angry feral growl in return.

"Nah, you don't kill them... not until you try a little," Negan smirked. Daryl was dragged back into line. I whimpered, my breathing shaky. "That's not how it works. I already told you people: first one's free, then what did I say? I said I would shut that shit down, no exceptions. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with, but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important; I need you to know me, so... back to it." Negan swung the bat, the wire connecting with Glenn's head and sending him to the ground. A gasp was ripped from my throat, tears already falling down my face. I could hear Glenn's pained cries rise from his body as he laid on the ground.

"No," Maggie shrieked as Negan nailed him again. I dug my fingernails into the man who held me, pure anguish stinging my body. Glenn lifted his head back up, groaning and gasping for breath. I felt my blood run cold, my knees giving way. My jaw was open in disbelief. I hung from the man's arms, his grip still tight on me. Blood streamed down Glenn's head, his left eyeball popping out of his socket. I was gonna be sick. Glenn swayed back and forth, clinging to life. He was mumbling, stuttering something. Maggie stared at him in complete and utter horror.

"Buddy, you in there," Negan taunted him, bending down in front of Glenn. "I just don't know... it seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit! I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out and it is gross as shit," he boomed, laughing loudly. I felt the contents of my stomach rise in my throat as I squeezed my eyes shut, only to quickly open them again. There was blood, blood everywhere. Everything was red, red as pure unadulterated anger. The liquid was almost black.

"M-Maggie," Glenn mumbled, suffering. "I'll-I'll find you." Maggie stared at him again, her eyes wide with fear as her body shook with gut wrenching sobs. The noises Glenn continued to make made me wanna plug my ears, but I couldn't. I didn't wanna be here anymore. I wanted to go home. I couldn't take this anymore.

"Oh," Negan whispered, stepping towards Maggie. "Oh hell, I can see this is hard on you. I'm sorry, I truly am, but I did say it: no exceptions." He brought the bat down on Glenn's head again, his body falling back to the ground. My whole being flinched at the force. I looked away, avoiding the sight of one of my good friends having his life ripped away from him, beaten before my very eyes. I weeped. The scene burned my eyes, burned into my brain. "You bunch of pussies! I'm just getting started," Negan hissed, bringing the bat down again and again and again. "Lucille is thirsty! She's a vampire bat," he joked as everyone cried, defeated. I sucked in a shaky breath, making the mistake of shifting my focus back to where the beating took place. Glenn's brains, eyes, everything he used to be and every thought he ever had was spilled out onto the dirt in a pile of mush; it was just like Abraham. "What? Was the joke that bad," Negan questioned, smugness obviously present in his voice. My mouth was slack open in horror. I'd never seen anything like this in my whole entire life. Glenn's hand moved back and forth shakily, his nerves still functioning. I became woozy, blacking out and flopping over in the man's grip.