I look around and i still have no idea where i even am, i kept driving and it was dark so i just stopped here. I haven't seen any dead fucks yet, which is good so i get back into the car and turn the key but it doesn't start. 
What the fuck is wrong with this car, seriously i figure it must be out of gas which is just fuckin' great. Getting out of the car i slam the door pretty hard, but i don't give a shit. I don't know anything about cars, so i give up on it. The piece of shit is out of gas, so i just decide to grab all my stuff and walk till i find somewhere or someone to help me. 
Walking for about two hours and the sun is killing me, i come across a house that i raid, it had food left so i stay here for a few days. When i felt it was time to move on i leave the house and continue, there has to be somewhere out there to stay. I walk and walk until i see a person, holy fuck a person. I haven't seen a person alive since i found my mom, all the people have been dead, but this guy was alive. 
I attempt to approach him but then i see he has a gun and that's scary to me, i decide not to trust him, but it was short lived anyway. A bunch of dead fucks surrounded him and tear him up, i couldn't help him and i got up and ran the other way. I could feel myself getting weak from all the walking i was doing, i have to rest but i have no idea where to stop. 
The road i'm on brings me to a town, but i see so many undead walking around that i duck down, and hide but they keep coming towards me. What do i do now? This is getting so hard to be on my own, i'm not stupid but i sure as hell don't have survival skills. I only know what i know from movies i have watched, that's all. I'm a 26 year old girl i have no idea what to do. 
I make a run for it till i reach a building that's a little taller and i climb the stairs to reach the top floor, this seems to be safe so i stay here for the night and i wait till morning to see if it clears up below so i can look around. Early morning arrives and i look out the window and it cleared up some so i go back outside and i check some places and find food and spare clothes. I hit the road again and this time i am bound and determined to find somewhere to stay, that is for fuckin' sure. There is hope for me out there, the whole world can't be gone right?
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-Negan POV-Two Years Ago-
I watch as my wife Lucille dies in her hospital bed, there seems to be some racket outside and i hear gunshots going off, but i don't give a shit right now. She takes her last breath and passes away, i try to keep myself together but this is so fucking hard to get through. I have been with her through it all, and when she took a turn for the worst, it started to eat away at me. The doctors had only given her months to live, so i spent every single day by her side. 
We were happy once, i met her and we fell in love. Years later we got married and bought a house in Richmond, Virginia. I got a job at the local high school as a gym teacher. But that was all irrelevant now, something is going on, the power to the hospital goes off and Lucille's life support stopped, but she was already gone. I shed a couple painful tears as i said goodbye to her. 
I had thoughts about our lives together, even though i cheated and screwed around on her, she was an angel, and she always deserved so much better than me. I mean i had a thing for this girl that lived across the street from us. Lucille never knew how i felt about her, but when she moved away, i stayed faithful to Lucille. When i found out she had cancer it was a stab to the heart, and hers. 
We lived everyday in the moment, that was until two months ago when, she took a turn for the worst. Now she is gone, and i have no idea where to go from here as i sit and stare down at her. Lucille slowly moves her arm, but that was kinda fuckin' weird she was dead. What the hell was going on? I heard gunshots getting closer to the room, and i stand up to look out the window, i saw people attacking each other. What in the ever fucking hell was going on.