Parker felt a lump in her throat as the bat stopped with the last word. Abraham was at the other end of the bat, and when he realized Negan had chosen him to face Lucilles' wrath, he sat up a little straighter, looking into his eyes. If he was going to die, he would do it with a little dignity, and maybe a little defiance. He wasn't going to let Negan think he had won.. this was his last act of defiance. Negan merely smiled as he stared down at him.

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything... cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father.. and then we'll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry... hell you're all gonna be doin' that." Parker, who was kneeling right next to Abraham, heard the sickening crack that accompanied the bat falling down on his head, the force of the blow knocking him to the ground. She let out a gasp as she leaned away from Abraham, watching him sit himself back up with the last of his strength. Blood ran down his face, into his eyes, tangled in his hair. "Oh! Look at that!" Negan exclaimed, laughing. "Takin' it like a champ!"

"Suck... my..... nuts," Abraham ground out as he braced his hands on his knees to hold himself up. Negan raised the bat and hit him again, but this time Abraham didn't get back up. Parker squeezed her eyes shut, flinching every time blood splattered onto her. She felt a hand slide over hers and she looked down and followed the hand to Daryl's face. Tears glistened in her eyes as the sound of Abraham's head getting beaten into mush made her wince with each swing of the bat. She didn't dare look, it was too much, and she couldn't bear to see it. Abraham was a friend. He was a good man, he didn't deserve this. None of them deserved it.. right? When Negan was satisfied with his work, he stepped back to admire it.

"Did you hear that?" He asked, laughing and out of breath. "He said, 'Suck my nuts.'" He laughed again, hitting the puddle of brain matter for good measure. "Oh, my goodness! Look at this!" He spun Lucille in a circle, splashing blood across Rick's face. "You guys, look at my dirty girl!" He walked over to Rosita, who was struggling to hold herself together. "Sweetheart... lay your eyes on this," When she didn't look, Negan chuckled lightly, gesturing between her and Abraham's body with his bat. "Oh, damn. Were you... were you together? That sucks. But if you were, you should know there was a reason for all this. Red- and hell, he was, is, and will forever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So take... a damn.... look." When she still refused to look, it angered him. "Take a damn look!" Daryl moved too fast for Parker to stop him, but she managed to scream his name as he threw himself at Negan and punched him in the jaw.

"Daryl, no!" Two men wrestled him to the ground while Parker cried. "No! Leave him alone!" She got to her knees, intending to get up. "Stop it..!"

"No!" Negan shouted, swinging the bat around so it was just inches from Parker's face, blood flying off, now dripping down her forehead. She leaned away from the blood-covered barbed wire, watching as Daryl was held down. "No. Oh.. no."

"Leave him alone," She whispered, meeting Daryl's gaze. Negan took a step back as he made sure to look at everyone in the line.

"That? Oh.. my! That? Is a no-no. That whole thing- not one bit of that shit flies here." Dwight rushed forward, wielding Daryl's crossbow, and holding it directly above his head.

"Do you want me to do it? Right here?"

"No!" Parker cried, trying to move but being held back by one of the Saviors, who grabbed a fist full of her hair. She hissed in pain as she held onto the hand in her hair. "Don't. Please, no. Just let him go. Please!" Negan grabbed Daryl by the hair and pulled his head back.

"No. No, you don't kill them... not until you try a little." They dragged Daryl back to the line and the Savior let go of Parker as Negan crouched down in front of her. "Damn, looks like we found what makes the ice queen melt. I thought there was nothing that would break you. But looks like we found it." Negan stood up and acknowledged the rest of the group. "And anyway... that's not how it works. Now, I already told you, people.. first one's free. Then, what'd 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," He paused for a second as he stopped in front of Rosita and Glenn. "So... back to it."

Negan turned around and brought the bat down on Glenn's head. Parker let out a gut-wrenching yell as Glenn fell and Negan hit him again. Watching Abraham die was bad, but watching her best friend take a baseball bat to the head caused her to feel a pain she didn't expect. It felt like someone was tearing through her insides with a hot knife. Maggie screamed as Parker tried to remind herself to breathe, but found herself unable to do so and her hands clenched the dirt beneath her. Glenn sat back up and Parker sobbed when she saw him. Blood poured down his face, part of his head sunken in and his left eyeball popping out of its socket.

"M.." He tried to say something, or that's what it sounded like as blood spilled from his mouth.

"Buddy, you still there?" Negan asked, enjoying every second of it. "I just don't know." Parker stared at the ground, trying to block out Negan mocking him. "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!"

"Mm... Mag..gie... I'll..... find.. you," Glenn managed to say, and Maggie sobbed as she tried to look at him.

"Ah.." Negan dragged out quietly, looking at them all. What he was doing was cruel, prolonging Glenn's death and letting him suffer while he tormented those who remained. "Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it. No exceptions!" When he swung the bat again, Glenn stayed down, his hands twitching every so often. Parker never took her eyes off of what Negan was doing, because she needed to remember this. She needed to remember so she would know when the time came, exactly why she was killing him. Abraham was bad enough, but killing Glenn? Killing Glenn pushed her over the edge. 

She swore at that moment that she would kill Negan, no matter what she needed to do to get to that point. She would kill him. Glenn was her best friend. He was there for her before Daryl. Before Rick came back. Before everything. They shared secrets, made each other laugh, and tried to make the best out of bad situations. She didn't think she'd ever have to face life without him, but as she watched Negan mercilessly beat him to death, she couldn't help but sob. He was there in her mind, young and happy, smiling as he drove the red convertible back to the Atlanta camp. Laughing when he saw Parker in a heap at the bottom of the stairs she had fallen down. Crying of laughter on the floor after they both fell into the spilled soap. Smiling when he found out that Parker was pregnant. He was such a rare and beautiful soul who had just been brutally murdered. As the bat fell on Glenn's head, again and again, Parker felt something break inside of her, something that could never be repaired. 

She thought she had a hard time after the Claimers caught her, how she had shut down for a while after that, but this was worse than anything. She had just lost her best friend, the part of her that was better, that made her good. He was the person who didn't let her stray too far into the darkness of the world they lived in. He was gone. He was gone and he'd never be able to hug her again or laugh at her jokes. She'd never get to go on one more crazy run and worst of all.. she wasn't able to say goodbye. Now the world wouldn't be right. Not anymore. Not without him. "You bunch of pussies," Negan said, breathing heavily. "I'm just getting started," Parker saw Glenn's finger twitch before going still as Negan stepped back to take a look at his handy work. "Lucille is thirsty. She is a vampire bat." Parker hunched forward, her hands in the dirt in front of her as Negan surveyed the group. "What? Was the joke that bad?"

"I'm gonna kill you," Rick murmured and Parker's heart skipped a beat.

"No.." Parker whispered in such a low voice that even she didn't hear it. Negan knelt in front of Rick, smirking.

"What? I didn't quite catch that. You're going to have to speak up."

"Not today.... not tomorrow... but I'm gonna kill you." Negan inhaled sharply as he watched Rick for a moment.

"Jesus.. Simon, what did he have? A knife?"

"Uh, he had a hatchet," Simon answered not even a second later.

"A hatchet?" Negan repeated.

"He had an axe," Negan was smiling as he looked up over Rick at the gray-haired man, Simon.

"Simon is my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean.. what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? That sister of yours? Oh... or did I..?" He clicked his tongue as he lifted the bat up. Rick just simply stared back at him, gritting his teeth and Negan sighed. "Sure. Yeah. Give me his axe." Simon handed him the axe and Negan held it in his hand for a moment. Then he stood up, tucking the axe into his belt before grabbing Rick by the collar of his jacket. "I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me. And if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean.. the ones that are left." 

Negan took Rick away in the RV and Parker couldn't do anything but watch. The dirt beneath her knees now turned a slight red from the blood soaked into it, and she clenched her fists as she tried to stop herself from shaking. She didn't know what to do. Daryl was bleeding to death next to her and she couldn't even help him. Glenn and Abraham's bodies lay dead before them. Maggie was still in pain and they'd yet to get her to Hilltop and she'd just watched her husband die. For once in her life, Parker didn't see a way out. 

An hour passed before they returned, and in that time, Parker had thrown up her breakfast. She didn't mean to, but the smell of blood and the sight of Glenn and Abraham, their heads smashed into puddles. Combined with the images flashing in her head was enough to make her double over on her hands and knees as she threw up, dry heaving when there was nothing left. Daryl tried to reach out to her, but a gun cocked and he stopped. He wouldn't have cared if it wasn't Parker, but he couldn't let them hurt her. Not when he felt like he was responsible for Glenn's death. Parker sat there, bringing a hand to her mouth and running her sleeve over her lips, hating the bitter taste that lingered on her tongue. 

She leaned back and sat on her heels, running a hand over her stomach to try to ease the tension. Her eyes remained downcast, but she looked at Daryl for a split second, and she saw the pain in his eyes that wasn't due to the gunshot wound in his shoulder. He was grieving. He probably thought he had caused this, that he was the reason for Glenn's death, and that he was why his wife was in this position. Losing the only true friend she had left. Parker's eyes were so broken and even though she wasn't sick like Maggie, her skin was pale. Daryl felt his heart race as her eyes flickered away from him when he caught her staring. But she thought that she had been the cause. Screaming for them to stop when Daryl had lashed out. When the RV returned and stopped, Rick stumbled through the door and fell to the ground as Negan emerged behind him, a cold expression on his face.

"Here we are," Negan announced as he dragged Rick across the ground. "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Rick didn't respond, just staring at the spot in front of him. "Speak when you're spoken to."

"Okay, okay," Rick answered defeatedly.

"That trip was about the way that you looked at me," Negan explained to him. "I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still lookin' at me the same damn way..  like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?"

"Yeah," Rick nodded, his voice trembling. "Yes... yes." Whatever happened after he and Negan disappeared in the RV had broken Rick. It terrified Parker to see her brother like that when, usually, he was the man they looked to for guidance. He was breaking inside, and Parker couldn't stand to see that happen.

"Okay," Negan said, smiling. "Alright. And here it is. The grand prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the backs of their heads." Parker felt a gun against the back of her head, pressing hard into her skull. It was Dwight who was pointing it at her, and since he already hated Daryl, he smiled down at him when Daryl looked at the gun pointed at his wife's head. "Good," Negan nodded approvingly. "Now.. level with their noses, so if you have to fire, it'll be a real mess." Negan imitated an explosion sound before his eyes locked onto Carl. "Kid. Right here." He pointed a finger at Carl, who refused to move. "Kid. Now. Or I'll make you watch while I bash your aunt's head in, and I really don't want to do that." Carl looked at his aunt in terror before getting up and walking towards Negan, who took off his belt. "You a southpaw?"

"Am I a what?" Carl ground out the question.

"You a lefty?" Negan rephrased it.

"No."

"Good," He sent him a smile, tightening the belt around Carl's arm. "That hurt?"

"No."

"It should. It's supposed to," Negan shrugged as he pulled it tighter. "Alright. Get down on the ground, kid. Next to Daddy. Spread them wings." Negan threw Carl's hat to the side and forced him to the ground next to Rick. Parker leaned forward, leaning on her hands when she figured out what Negan was planning to do. The belt was to cut off blood flow to Carl's arm, preventing excessive blood loss. She felt another wave of nausea hit her as she imagined how it'd go in her head. "Simon," Negan called to him. "You got a pen?"

"Yeah," He nodded, smiling as he got a Sharpie from out of his shirt pocket and tossed it to Negan. He caught it, pulling the cap off with his teeth. He held Carl's arm out, pulling the sleeve up.

"Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlocks ballsack, just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm. There you go. Gives you a little leverage." He talked randomly as he drew a line across Carl's forearm.

"Please. Please.... please, don't," Rick begged him when he figured out what was happening. "Please don't."

"Me?" Negan asked with a chuckle. "I ain't doin' shit. Ah, Rick, I want you to take your axe... cut your son's left arm off. Right on that line. Now, I know. I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die.... and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.

"You don't have to do this," Parker said, fighting the desperate urge to punch Negan. All though, that'd result in another person being killed so she decided to use her words. "We get it. We-"

"You understand," Negan cut her off, his eyes scanning over the rest of the people in the line. "Yeah. I'm not sure that Rick does. I'm going to need a clean-cut. Right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice. Nothing messy, clean. Forty-five degrees- give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine... probably." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Rick..... this needs to happen now. Chop, chop. Or.... I will crush the little fella's skull myself."

"It can... it can.." Rick stuttered over his words. "It can be me. It can be me. W- w... Y- you can do it to me. I c- I can go with... with you."

"No," Negan replied. "This is the only way. Rick, pick up the axe. Not making a decision is a big decision. You really want to see all these people die? You will. You will see every ugly thing." When Rick didn't do anything, Negan clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Oh, my god. Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. Three!"

"Please!" Rick sobbed. "Please. It can be me. Please!"

"Two!"

"Please, don't do-" Rick begged him and Negen knelt beside him, slapping Rick across the face.

"This is it," Negan murmured, grabbing Rick's chin and forcing him to look at him. "One!" Rick was full-on crying, snot hanging from his nose as his fingers grabbed the axe, lifting it above his head.

"Dad... just do it," Carl gave him a slight nod, closing his eyes. "Just do it."

 "Rick. Now. Last chance!" Just before Rick was about to slam the axe down onto Carl's arm, Negan crouched in front of him, letting him lower the axe. "Rick, you answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?" Negan asked and Rick nodded to which Negan grabbed his chin once more. "Speak when you are spoken to! You answer to me! You provide for me!"

"Provide for you.." Rick repeated shakily, nodding his head as he said it.

"You belong to me, right?!"'

"Right," Rick nodded, his breathing coming in fast pants.

"Right," Negan said, sounding accomplished. "That... is the look I wanted to see." Grabbing the axe from Rick's hand, Negan rose to his feet and surveyed the group. "We did it," Negan told his people. "All of us, together... even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the Spirit award, for sure. Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now. That you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now. Ah... Dwight. Load him up." Parker caught movement in her peripheral and saw Dright grab Daryl and drag him towards the truck,

"No!" She stood up without thinking. "No! Get away from him! Leave him alone!" The Savior who tried to grab her was kneed where the sun doesn't shine when Parker turned around to incapacitate him. She pushed him back before reaching Daryl, her heart pounding painfully against her ribs. A hand grabbed her arm and held her in place, gripping her bicep with bruising force.

"No. Nope. I have other plans for you."

"Don't touch me," Parker spat, ripping her arm out of Negan's grip.

"You've got guts," Negan laughed, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You're not a little bitch like someone I know," He looked pointedly at Rick before turning back to Parker. "No, you've got spunk just like your baby daddy. I like him." He turned back to look at the others in the line. "He's mine now. But you still want to try something? 'Not today, not tomorrow' 'Not today, not tomorrow'? I will cut pieces off of..." He paused, looking at Parker again. "The hell's his name?" Parker hesitated, but when Negan moved Lucille even a fraction of an inch closer to her face, she gave in.

"Daryl."

'Daryl," Negan repeated. "Wow! That actually sounds right. I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep. Or, better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me." Parker gritted her teeth as she stared daggers at him. He gestured for Dwight and he walked over. "Put her in with me."

"What?" Parker asked, her eyes widening as Dwight grabbed her arms. "No, let me go!"

"I'm going to take your sister off your hands, Rick," Negan told him, not able to wipe the smirk from his face at the outcome of the night. "As a little insurance for both you and Daryl. To make sure you don't try anything and that Daryl stays under control. Don't worry, she'll be safe there. Unless she tries something stupid, which would be very stupid."

"Rick!" Parker screamed as they forced her into one of the cars. Rick sat and watched as his sister was loaded into the truck while the rest of his group sat around him. In the back of his mind, he told himself to fight, but he was outnumbered, outmanned, and outgunned. They would never survive. It would take time to take Negan down- if that was possible.

"Please, don't hurt her." Rick looked at the man responsible for the deaths of Abraham and Glenn.

"Hurt her?" Negan laughed at the thought. "I'm not going to hurt her unless she or any of you bastards try anything. I'll take good care of her and her baby. Welcome to a brand new beginning, you sorry shits! I'm gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. You can use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me. We'll be back for our first offering in one week." Negan turned on his heels with a satisfied smile on his face. "Until then.. ta-ta."