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weareallnegan (weareallnegan) wrote,

Five or six years? So it at least had the potential to become permanent. He still wasn't sure if that was such a bad thing. There wasn't anyone he gave a shit about back home, and the home he would've really missed was long gone at this point. This was just another fucked up adventure in his shit show of a life. And regardless, there was no good way out, so there wasn't any point in getting his panties in a knot over it.

At her question, Negan snorted. Where he came from? Well...

"We got more dead people than live ones," he started. "And the dead ones don't know how to stay dead. They'll get right back up and bite your fucking face off." That was one way to put it, anyway. "If you get bit, you turn into one. If you die, you turn into one. Only way not to turn into one's to stay alive, and usually that ends up turning you into something else just as fucked up." He'd met some disturbed individuals along his travels.

"It's just a never-ending shit parade of fun."