Niall's POV

It's been two days. Two bloody days since I was taken from my friends and forced to stay here in the Sanctuary. Two days since I met Carl Grimes and we talked about a possible way to escape. I missed Zayn and Harry terribly and I wondered what they were doing right now. If I was right, I know they were making a plan to get me out. Carl said that his dad --Rick-- would be doing the same.

Since I've been here, Negan has been trying to gain my trust. He's been keeping me close to him, always telling me that I was safe here and that no harm would come to me. When I asked why Negan was constantly coming to the room I was staying in, I was told by one of the Saviors that Negan had taken a liking to me, more so than Carl.

Negan was creepy in his own right and I really didn't like him being so close to me all the time. It didn't make much time for Carl and I to discuss an escape plan. Of course I honestly didn't like the fact that he was always touching me in some way.

He thought he was being subtle but he wasn't; it was small brushes of the shoulders, short soft grazes of the fingers or hands, momentary holds on my waist and sometimes he would even touch my face. Those times when he did, it was an involuntary reaction when I flinched away from him.

I wondered a lot if heaven and hell were real; if I were to kill Negan, I wondered if when I died, where I would go. Heaven or Hell. If they were even real because at this point, after everything that has happened, it was pretty hard to believe in a God when shit like the dead coming back and walking the Earth was happening.

I only thought about this because if I ever died a real death, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. I know it would be peaceful but if there was such a thing as an afterlife, the question was if I would be happy there and if I'd be welcome.

"Niall? Niall. Niall!"

I looked up to find Carl standing in the doorway of the room I considered to be a cell in its own right, despite what Negan tells me. From the look on Carl's face he must have been standing there for the past couple of minutes. I didn't know what he wanted or what he was doing here but it was probably important.

"What?"

Carl gave me a look that clearly said 'what do you mean what' and crossed his arms. "I've been standing here trying to get your attention for five minutes. What are you reading that's so damn interesting?"

Momentarily confused, I look down at the book sitting open in my lap and it clicks. I must have been staring at the book while I was thinking, giving Carl the impression that I was reading it at the time he walked in. Realizing that fact, I sighed and closed the book, not caring to save the page I was on; I'd remember it anyway.

"I wasn't." I told him, tossing the book to the side. Carding my fingers through my blond hair, I exhaled heavily through my nose. "I was just thinking."

Carl arched a brow, a hint of a smirk crossing his features. "Pretty hard I might add."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips and I shook my head at him. "Yeah I guess." I sobered up almost immediately when the door opened up, revealing one of Negan's men. It was the man with the burnt face --Dwight. Surprisingly for the first time, I didn't cringe at his face.

"Negan wants you two in his office." He said, not waiting for us to follow him.

Carl and I shared a look before following behind side by side. I honestly didn't want to go anywhere that Negan was present or Saviors period but I knew I didn't have a choice in the matter. We didn't have a choice in the matter.

"How much longer do we have to wait before we can get out of here?" I talked as quietly as I could with Carl next to me while Dwight continued to walk ahead of us.

Carl shot me a look, hesitating to answer. "I don't know. We may have to wait longer than anticipated before we can make an escape. If I'm right though, we can leave tomorrow."

I nodded, not fully accepting the answer but accepting it enough to not start panicking. As we entered Negan's office, I couldn't help but glance around the room for any escape routes in case I needed one. There was only one and that was the way we came in.

Negan was sitting behind a desk in an office rolling chair, leaning back with his feet propped up on the desk. The desk itself was bare, except for the pack I recognized as mine and my sword lying on the corner of the desk. Lucille, Negan's baseball bat was resting against the side of the desk.

"So, I have been thinking a lot about this," Negan spoke and I raise my eyes up to look at him. "And I've come to a decision."

I narrowed my eyes at Negan, my lips pressing into a thin line. "What decision is that?"

"I'm going to give your weapons back to you, but in return you have to do something for me."

I glance over at Carl before turning back to face Negan. "What?"

"We're running low on food and we need to make a supply run." Negan spoke slowly, watching me as if trying to gauge my reaction. Despite my heart beating faster with excitement I managed to keep my face passive as he continued. "I'm sending you two with Emmett and Harlan. I trust that you'll behave?"

I crossed my arms and glared at him. "I'm not a child. But if you're asking if we won't try to run, then yeah, we won't."

Negan smiled, lowering his legs off the table. He grabbed my pack and my sword, walking over to me. He handed them over and I took notice of how close he came just to do so. I took them from him and he handed a gun over to Carl.

Still smiling, Negan nodded. "Good. Harlan and Emmett are waiting by the gates. Carl I take it you know where that is?"

"Yes." Carl spoke and when Negan turned around, he gave me a look.

"Well then get moving." Negan said.

Carl and I turned and left the office, as I placed my pack on my back with my sword in the sheath attached to it. I looked over at Carl and saw that he had a determined look on his face. "This is our chance. We're getting out of here."