The night was dark, and three men could be seen walking through the woods. Owls could be heard screeching loudly, which seemed to be scaring the men a little. As the men got further into the woods, a flash of light blinded them enough to make them shield their eyes. One man fell to his knees in a panic.

It became quite clear to each man that they had been caught by the people that they were trying to get away from. Things were only going to get worse for them from here on out. A certain someone, however, was about to have the time of his life.

Suddenly the men became surrounded... Swarmed by what seemed like an army of gunmen and women. They were forced to their knees, and guns put to the back of their heads. Not a word was said for about ten minutes, but what felt like a lifetime for those on their knees. Where they about to be killed? Shit, you're so gonna find out.

Another flash of light appeared as car headlights were now put on them, almost as if they were a spotlight. The car door could be heard opening and out steps a fearsome looking man. Hair slicked back, a cheeky grin on his face and a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat over his shoulder. He came swaggering over to them and hit them with the biggest smile they'd ever seen.

"Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close."

"Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon."

The man begins pacing back and forth in front of the men, with such a charismatic swagger that you couldn't help but watch him. He was such an intimidating presence that the men almost did piss in their pants. But things were only just getting started.

"Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

One of the men that had a gun to their heads points to the man in the middle and Negan approaches him and smiles once again.

"Hi. I'm Negan."

With one big swing, the baseball bat came crashing down on top of the so called leaders head with such force it made an indent in his skull. The other men watched in horror as Negan then began to repeatedly bash the guys head so much that it turned into a puddle of mush and blood on the ground.

"So here's the thing, boys. I want you ladies to head back on into town and let your folks know that Negan is here."

"Oh, and tell them to get on their shitting pants. Cause I have a feeling that they are gonna shit in their pants."

Negan felt that message would suffice, and he allowed them to stand up and run back the way they came.

"Well that takes care of that. Now let's head back into Chicago, see if we can find us some work. Let's go, maggots."

Negan walked slowly back to his car, wiping the blood off his bat with a piece of cloth, and whistled loudly. He knew that word would get out about him and that someone would want to hire him. Negan was here.