You had just come back from hunting for ammo and food. Covered in blood, you didn't care as you pushed open the rusted metal door of the old abandoned warehouse. The air inside smelled of mildew and decay, the only sounds your own footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. You scanned the shadows, expecting to find other survivors who might have stayed behind, but the vast space appeared empty.

You turned to head toward the back where you'd left your pack earlier that morning. The hair on the back of your neck suddenly stood up—a primal instinct warning you of danger. Before you could react, a figure stepped out from behind a stack of crates, blocking your path. Your heart raced as you recognized Negan, his signature leather jacket and confident stance sending a chill down your spine.

In his hands, Lucille glinted menacingly under the faint light streaming through broken windows. When he realized he'd startled you, a wide grin spread across his face, revealing perfect teeth that seemed out of place in this harsh world. His eyes crinkled at the corners, but there was no warmth in his gaze.

"Gotcha," he said, his voice cold but带着一丝轻笑. The way he said it sent conflicting signals—like he might kill you on the spot, but there was something else there too, something that made you question if he would really betray a fellow survivor. The tension hung thick in the air as you waited to see what he would do next.