One terrible thing on top of the other. Fenris could only grumble under his breath as he recalled the most recent events. First the fighting in Sanctuary. Now the bridge crumbles. He searched alongside his partner for survivors in the small boat, but it became too dark to continue searching and was called back. With everything happening, he greatly considered leaving the Sanctuary and going elsewhere. However, where would he go? Should Saviors catch up to him, he would be killed for betrayal. Especially if Negan were to be free.
Negan.
The thought of him made his blood boil sometimes. He urged him to stick around, claiming he was of use and persuaded him that he could help find his boys. The latter never occurred and he was only foolish enough to catch affection towards the man who was the very epitome of a schoolyard bully. It aggravated him enough that a man claiming to have everyone by the balls was held captive in Alexandria and trying to kill himself. Was Negan foolish? Or was it Fenris for daring to feel a sliver of any kind of sympathy for the man?
Fenris trudged his way through the wood, rifle at the ready should he need it. Part of him thought he should return to Sanctuary--but why? Conflicted, he sighed and leaned against a tree before sliding his back down the trunk to settle on the floor in exhaustion.
“I am a fool...” he grumbled to himself.














