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I saw my dad Negan with his bat pointing to people. I hate my life.
I saw the group in a circle, crying and trembling with fear.
I stepped in and grabbed my dad's hand.
"What do you want (y/n) don't you see I'm in the middle of something?" said dad smiling
"Dad, leave these people alone they didn't do anything"
"Oh really? They killed our men" said dad glaring at a man
"Right. Can I do the honors?"
"Well, of course, you can sweetheart. Here" said dad handing me Lucille
I grasped the handle rethinking my plan.
I lifted the bat and turned to my dad, 'I'm sorry"
The bat crashed into my dad's head. Blood dripping down. I gulped and kept smashing his head. I let down a tear and I looked at my job.
I felt a pair of hands grab me and throw me on the floor.
"LEAVE ME ALONE BASTERDS OR I SWEAR I WILL DO THE SAME"
The saviors dropped their guns and ran off.
"T-thank you," said someone, I turned around and it was the leader.
"No problem um you guys could leave"
"Would you like to join our group?" asked the leader
"Are you sure? I don't think anyone would trust me since my dad's Negan"
"Your nothing like him you seem different," said a boy probably the same age as me
"W-what? Oh, I guess. What're your guy's names?"
"I'm Rick the leader and this is my son, Carl," said Rick holding out his hand. I realized I was still holding onto my dad's bat. I let go and it dropped to the ground.
