The Life of Albert Negan, part 1
1880
The trees hit the boys face as he ran past them, the night sky blocked his view, and the snow got in his eyes and shivered him to the bone as he sprinted. His dad yelled for him, yelled for him to run, but the 9 year old knew he couldn’t, he had to save his dad, his family couldn’t lose him, his dad was carrying everything on his back, if they lost him, they wouldn’t survive the winter… “Al! Run! Get back to the house! I got this!-“ His fathers voice cut off as Albert drew closer, clutching his rifle as he caught up to his dad, getting mauled by a wolf. The woods shook as The boy fired his gun, without hesitation. The young Albert had missed the wolf, but it was enough to scare it off, making it run into the darkness of the forest, as Albert ran to his dad, lying on the floor. The boy shook his father, begging for him to awake..
“Dad! Dad please get up! Dad! Isaac!…”
The boy cried, his tears soaking into his fathers coat as he sobbed over his fathers corpse..Albert looked around, realizing something as he kept crying. He had lost himself, he didnt know which direction he was facing, was his home behind him? How would he find mama again?
The morning arose as Albert walked through the snow, clutching his fathers coat as he stepped through the several inches of white dust, each step submerging his feet in the never ending coldness, the only thing keeping him alive was the coat he took from his fathers body, as a way to remember him..eventually, Albert found a town, the folk took him in, they tried looking for his home, yet..Even Albert knew he would never find it again, his mom was probably worried sick, but Albert was alive, with the help of the townsfolk, he could do his father wanted of him, to live for another winter…
1895
“Bartender, another whiskey please!” Albert said, swaying in his chair, before bringing the near empty bottle of whiskey to his lips, small mustache hairs getting in his drink, but he did mind much, no matter what he did, it would always happen, except when his shaved, but why would he do that? Not like he had the money for it. Albert had tried to start a trading company with a friend of his, but, well, that friend died in a train accident, and one thing led to another, the company was edging toward bankruptcy with each passing minute…The saloon doors opened, and Albert turned to see an older man walk in. He had a heartless look to him, he looked like the kind of guy who’d ask if you’ve seen someone. He had a greying beard, with short dark brown hair that was slicked back into a small top hat, matching his fancy hat, he wore a tan jacket with fluffy insides, an orange shirt, and black pants. Albert analyzed the mans features, before turning back to his whiskey, only to be interrupted by the old man, who sat next to him as he spoke. “You Albert Negan? I’d like to talk to you.” Albert paused mid-gulp, turning to face the man again. “Im sorry?” He asked, putting the bottle down. “You had an..issue, with your company, i think i can help.” “Oh?” “A proposal, you help us, we give you a cut for your company..” Albert thought about the idea, the way the man worded it was very..vague, definitely not legal, but Albert didnt really care anymore, what else could he do? Go broke? No, he couldn’t. He needed to make his Pa proud.. “..Alright, what exactly do i need to help you with?”
4 months later
Albert sighed, he had been waiting next to this building for about 3 hours now, and his cigar was almost out. If he waited any longer, he was gonna run out of them. They were his favorite, Blue Angel Cigars, He wasnt a smoker when he first joined the gang, but when Ilene introduced the brand to him, he was hooked, he went through 3 a day, atleast..Albert paused when he saw two people in horses ride over toward him, he recognized them immediately, one was Ilene, the leader of the gang and the man who invited Albert at the bar. The other was Eva, at least thats what she told Albert, he had his suspicions that Eva wasnt he real name, mostly because of her clothing, her entire body was covered in clothing, a green long sleeve shirt with black gloves, grey jeans attached to it with suspenders, black boots hiding her feet, and, to hide her face, a long bandana that covered her entire face, with dark tinted goggles attached to them to let her see while hiding her eyes, and flat cap to hide her hair. Albert wouldn’t even have known she was female if she decided to wear a jacket.
“We ready Al?” Ilene asked, getting off his horse, and grabbing his shotgun from the saddle. Albert nodded, moving his black bandana to his mouth. “Yep, the oil is set, we just need to wait for it to dock.” Eva had gotten off her horse as well, grabbing a double barrel shotgun and sticks of dynamite from her saddle, and she spoke as Albert threw away the remains of his cigar.
“Alright Boys..Lets rob a boat.”













