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WHO: The Twilight of Adams WHAT: The boys head over to the cliff to turn on the repaired radio, hoping to get into contact with someone who can rescue them. WHEN: Day 2 NOTE: For future reference.

Callum Callum would rather hike to the cliff and back with broken legs twenty times over than do it once with all of the other boys from the plane. Between two of the boys having to be carried and Warren teaching them all a song about how English was his favorite subject the entire way there, the Canadian felt thisclose to offing himself. The only thing keeping Callum from doing so was knowing that when they reached the cliff, they could finally turn the radio on. The radio that was now all fixed thanks to Jorts and JJ. “Yo, hey!” He called out to Sebastian when he first caught a glimpse of the boy and the fire they'd started. “They fixed the antenna. Let’s get this thing going." He practically yanked Warren off of Blue's back and dragged him over to Sebastian once they reached their destination. Not even bothering to ask Warren if he could touch his bag, Callum unzipped it and got the radio out, showing it off to Sebastian like it was the Stanley fucking Cup. "The twerps fucking did it."

Sebastian Sebastian could have waved at Callum, he could have given him any more of a greeting than the simple nod of acknowledgement that he did but he wasn't trying to be hella gay or anything, so alas, he remained fairly static. "Shit, you're kidding me," he found it hard to believe that Jorts could accomplish anything other than being chronically annoying but he didn't say that, instead he allowed himself to relish in the feeling of success, as limited as it was. "Wait, wait, wait, before we go too crazy, we need a strat," he instructed with his hands out in front of him, warning the other boys. "You said we've got limited battery on this thing- we don't want to waste it stuttering like idiots. We need to know how we're gonna handle the frequency and we need to know what we're gonna say and we need to know it by heart before we even touch that on button,"

Lukas "Yo, the fuck, dude, " Lukas objected half-assed-ly as he witnessed Callum pull Warren from Blue's back and basically dragged him over to Sebastian and the fire like they were about to sacrifice the Nordic cripple. Though he'd stuck towards the back of the group the hike up, now shit seemed to be happening he pushed the pace to catch up. Nudging Blue on the arm as he passed, he asked " You good? " with raised brow, referencing the bullshit Callum was on. But he didn't linger long, making his way to Thing 1 and Thing 2 but on steroids before they ruined his whole day of work on that stupid radio. " Bro, just because you couldn't even think to turn the thing on doesn't make the rest of us Stephen Hawking or whatever the fuck, " He said, announcing his presence with dry tone. He cast a glance to Warren, just to make sure the fucker hadn't lost a leg in the last thirty seconds thanks to Callum and his island famous manners. " If we're lucky, and, really fucking stupid lucky, " he was trying his best to be serious but even with his best efforts he still sounded kind of like he was taking the piss, " the frequency hasn't moved far from whatever channel it was on to begin with. But, it was in the ocean, " and Callum basically dry humped it all night, " so chances aren't looking too hot. Whatever we say it's gotta be short enough that we can say it, wait a few seconds on that channel for response, then move on without wasting a fuckload of battery. "

Sawyer With an extra hundred-and-some pounds on Sawyer’s back, the hike up the cliff had been a bitch on his ankle. But it was considerably less damage than Liam would’ve done if he’d tried to climb up on his own – and Lord knew they needed all the manpower they could get if they were stuck here any longer than a couple nights. After letting him down, Sawyer wandered over to where the rest of the group had congregated, clapping Canada on the shoulder and standing on his tiptoes to get a good look at the radio. "Shame we can't tap into a police frequency," he said. That would be his first try if a radio happened to wash up onshore with its batteries still intact. "How about our plane number, the number of guys stranded here, and, uh...shit, to bring us some fuckin' life rafts or somethin'."

Liam while liam was extremely grateful that sawyer offered to carry him up to the cliff, he couldn't help the feeling of guilt the entire way. he may be the shortest guy out of the group, but he was still pretty stocky and muscular. lukas probably weighed less than him. but thankfully they made it and the other boy let him down, liam hopping a few times before getting steady on his feet, making sure to not put too much pressure on his bad leg. "does anyone remember the plane number?" he spoke up, feeling like he was going to be shot with a bunch of sass from the meaner members of the group. "but uh, yeah, definitely say how many of us are here..."

Blue blue nodded in response as people check in on him, and he didnt mind shooing them off but the truth was carrying warren was tiring. he leaned against a tree, catching his breath while watching the others regroup, rallying around the radio. "is there like....a global mayday code?" his words came between breaths, occassionally glsncing around. "how many of us are injured too maybe....?"

Callum Callum shrugged the Hick's hand off of his shoulder, shooting him a clear dude, the fuck? look. "Who even remembers a plane number?" He pointed out. "Does anyone know it?" A question for the rest of the huddle. "Number of guys is good. And the injured thing too." He gave Blue props in the form of a nod for that. "But global mayday code? So like what, 911?" Nothing else came to mind.

Sebastian Sebastian listened to the others, some more carefully than others. "I don't think we need to waste time talking about who's injured and who's not, nobody's dying and they'll figure it out when they get there," he suggested, though the number of people in need of rescue was definitely worth mentioning. "Nah, 911 is just the U.S. bro, there's another one for international emergencies but that's on cell phones. Radios are a whole different ball game, it doesn't work like a dial-in service"

Liam liam froze for a second as everyone started talking over each other to figure out the best way to go about this. he always had a bad habit of freezing in stressful situations, and this was about as stressful as it could get. but after some talk about 911, he tried to find his voice and speak up. "i'm pretty sure you just say, like, mayday three times or something. the other people will figure it out. you don't need a code. at least that's what they do in movies."

Lukas Lukas didn't know why telling whoever might be listening how many were injured was necessary at all but maybe they would edit before the decided on a final message. For the most part he stayed quiet (shockingly) while ideas were thrown around, just watching the two meatheads with the radio. Afraid they might get a little too riled up and break the thing, like he hadn't been basically tossing it around that very morning. He didn't know the flight number, even though his mother had said it a million and one times just yesterday, but Lukas did know an international mayday code. " Like, SOS? " He asked, looking to the group, surely these dumb motherfuckers didn't mean that and not be able to think of it. " That's the international distress code, " or if it wasn't technically, at least anyone on a boat or plane out there would know what the fuck it was.

Blue as he sat beside his pal liam, he listened in, but looked to sky like he'd see a helicoptor and could say nevermind to all this. "so..sos, uh...what 9 stranded...mayday?" it wasnt like he expected his word to make an impact but he has hoped he could organize all this before having to carry warren back down.

Sawyer Sawyer feigned hurt when Callum shrugged his hand off, rolling his lips together to stifle a chuckle when he looked away again. He couldn’t see shit with everyone huddled together like this, so he opted to step back from the group and poke a rock around with his toe. “It don’t work like a GPS,” he interjected, “so nobody’s gonna know what the hell we’re talkin’ about if we just go in with a stress signal. Flight number’s our best bet of being located, with the name of the island we were s'posed to land on second.”

Sebastian Sebastian found himself getting increasingly frustrated with the group he'd unfortunately become a part of by way of disaster. "That's a fucking morse code distress signal- not a stress signal and it's for when you don't have a radio, this is different," his voice became a little harsher as he continued. "Yes, you say mayday, we got that part sorted, okay, we need to tune into a frequency so that we're actually saying it to somebody that can actually do something about our situation and not some fucking ninety year old ham radio loser in Iowa trying to make a friend," he explained. "-but you're right. We need flight number or anybody with a unique enough name. I'm Sebastian Claude Sergeant," he announced, though he wasn't convinced it was unique enough. "Blue, Dash- those your legal names? You're probably our best bet if so unless your last names are Smith,"

Sawyer Sawyer raised his hand, still kicking a rock around. "I got a criminal record."

Warren For once, this conversation got interesting to him. He turned to Sawyer. "That's sexy. For what?"

Sebastian Sebastian turned to Sawyer suddenly at the revelation, "What the fuck?" perhaps it was the suddenness of the statement or perhaps it was the fact itself but either way, it had surprised Sebastian in that moment. "Okay, you're out, nobody's coming for you," he decided, as if a criminal record immediately made Sawyer disposable, regardless of what it was for. "Shut up, Von Trapp, now is not the time," he spat at Warren a moment later, "Names, who has a good one," he reminded the group.

Blue blue was ready to responde but hearing sebastian's full name caught him off guard. "word? ok. blue barrowcliffe. legal name." he offered an understanding look to sawyer, not based on shared experience but moreso on wanting sawyer to feel alright. unless he murdered someone.

Sawyer "Hotwirin' a 1500," he replied, winking and clicking his tongue. "Meanin'~" Sawyer spun around on his foot. "They can legally look me up in state records. You got state records in your name, Claude?"

Liam liam's eyes widened when sawyer say that out of nowhere. of course that annoyed sebastian and the two went at each other. liam just looked down at his feet and mumbled to himself, "i do." not that anyone asked him. but he just hated how heated everything was getting and wasn't really thinking.

Sebastian Sebastian did not, for a second like being referred to by his middle name, especially not with such a facetious fucking tone from Deliverance. "Yeah, cowboy, I got a birth certificate, a social security number, enrollment in school, my car is registered, I've got medical records- do you want me to continue, genius?" he asked bitterly before Liam piped up. "You do what, bro? If you've got something to say, use your words,"

Lukas " It's a radio thing, dude, " Lukas said, mainly just to be contrary to Sebastian but he was also fairly certain he was right. He snorted a laugh when Sebastian revealed his middle name, but didn't risk saying anything about it. The snort was enough to let Gigantor know that it sounded fucking stupid. Looking to Sawyer when he revealed his criminal record, he didn't think now was the time to bring up his own. And plus, high school drug dealing didn't really compare to auto theft. But, it was still a good idea. " Yo, that's smart. " He complimented, though Liam's confession was far more surprising. Unlike Sebastian he could put together context clues. " A criminal record? Does it beat auto theft? " He asked, not really able to imagine short king doing anything besides maybe some smoking. " I'm thinking it's between Big Blue and GTA right now, " no one cares what you're thinking, Lukas.

Liam he looked up when sebastian addressed him, not realizing anyone heard him. "nothing," he said quietly, deciding to stay quiet for the rest of the time.

Callum "Okay, so... fuck." He shook his head, keeping up with that entire exchange made his brain feel like mush. "We'll use Blue's name, mention how many of us are here and... shit, really does no one remember the plane number?"

Blue blues proximity allowed him another front row view to liam’s emotions and he gave him a soft pat on the back. while he hadn’t wanted to rock claude’s boat, he felt protective to the guys he was so critical of. "hey, we're getting sidetracked. let’s agree on a message and get home. I domt know the plane number or the pilot’s name.....what fucking company even set this retreat up?"

Liam "no, it does," he said to lukas when he asked, feeling like he was just wasting everyone's time anytime he spoke. he glanced over to blue and gave him a small smile when he tried to comfort him. "it was the twilight of adam," he remembers because his lawyer kept repeating it to the judge as if it was some church thing to rehabilitate him.

Warren Warren was never one for idle moments. He was the type of person who hated being still for too long. Nothing bored him like conversations that seemed to go nowhere. He was a person of action. The only way he could tolerate another minute of these boys not recalling information and sharing their gay middle names was if he was drunk, and unfortunately, there was not a drop of Dom Perignon Brut in him. He sighed. "Okay, you know what–" He had a lot of energy saved up from being carried up here. He could do this. He hopped over and snatched the radio out of Callum's hands, making quick work of getting away by prancing over to the ledge where he knew everyone would be careful around him. He turned the radio on. "Mayday, mayday, 911, this is Blue Cliffebarrel, I'm on an unknown island with 15 other boys and one of us have a criminal record, over."

Lukas Maybe they all should have expected Warren to be the one to cause trouble, but it certainly surprised Lukas when he made a grab for the radio, succeeded, and then hobbled away to the edge of the cliff before anyone could do anything about it. " What the fuck, " he reacted, more statement than question but it quickly got more heated when the cripple started talking " Dude! " He raced over, though Warren's plan worked and he slowed down when he got close to the edge. " Did you not hear any of that shit about the battery? " He snatched the walkie out of his hands, feeling a lot better now he had it rather than Warren or either of the Hulk impersonators. " And none of that even made any fucking sense, if anyone heard that they're just gonna think we're some idiot kids fucking around. " He said irritably, turning the thing back off. Too be fair, they were some idiot kids but he thought they were trying their best not to fuck around.

Sebastian Sebastian's patience had been wearing thing, needless to say. Not that it had been particularly in tact even before the other boys had started squawking at each other. When Warren snatched the radio, however, regardless of his precarious position, Sebastian launched. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you want to fucking die today? You said nothing- nothing of any value and nobody understands your goddamn hurdy durdy bullshit anyway," his was easily the most offensive of all the accents on the island in Sebastian's firm opinion. He couldn't believe he was in agreement with Jorts but for the first and perhaps the last time, Jorts was right, this was not the time to fuck around and he was glad the radio was turned off again. "Thank you" he offered the smaller boy genuinely, slightly relieved that the radio was seemingly in the hands of somebody that was taking this shit seriously now.

Warren "I said everything you all were talking about," Warren launched into his own defense as the walkie was snatched away from him. " Did I miss anything?" He asked the group, not waiting around for their answers. "I didn't miss a beat!" And then of course, Sebastian had to go off on him because if he didn't go off on someone every hour, his penis would shrink in size and that clearly couldn't happen. "Oh fuck off, Claude. Je m'en fous, frère. Coller l'antenne dans ton cul! Vous vous sentirez mieux."

Sawyer Right. Sawyer didn't speak French, but those sounded enough like fighting words for him to step between Claudia and the angry little Swedish man, putting a sizable distance between them. "Yeah, alright, oui oui. Last thing we need is to start fightin' with each other, so let's just...re-calibrate. Curly can take it from here, yeah?"

Sebastian Sebastian squared his shoulders at Warren's squealing, "Yeah you missed the part where you did anything fucking useful- Barrel-cliff, are you fucking kidding me?" he had registered it the first time but reminded of the mistake, he fired up all over again. Then came yet another Claude jab, "Call me Claude one more fucking time, I dare you, I'll hit you so goddamn hard you'll have to learn to speak French without teeth," he warned, whether Warren was on the cliff or not didn't matter much to Sebastian when his patience was being tested. He inhaled sharply at Sawyer's advice and nodded his head, "Yeah," he agreed, cracking the knuckles of one hand in his palm, "Back to square one,"

Lukas Ask him an hour ago if Lukas ever thought him and Sebastian would be on the same side of an argument Lukas would have made a fart noise in response. But now look at them, Lukas was having to hold back another Claude comment after he was thanked. Hyper aware of the cliff edge seeing as Claude was basically shaking Warren over it he took a few steps back towards the group and the fire. " Yeah, " He confirmed, looking up when Sawyer spoke. He actually didn't want this responsibility but he did not trust any of these idiots with it, not even the idiots he liked, so it had to fall to him. " So, " he started, running over all the suggestions from before Warren's interjection in his head. " Mayday, flight number, Twilight of Adam. How many of us there are, and a name they can look up easily. " He listed the things off, counting them on his fingers and conveniently leaving out the ones he thought were dumb. " That it? " He asked the group, letting it sit for a beat before he brought up the point Callum had just before. " Does anyone have any idea of the flight number? " Because he sure as fuck didn't.

JJ with all the bickering in the air, Jacob got lost in thought trying to figure out if the geographical landmarks of the island could tell him any more of their current location. Other than tropical and approaching rain season, he didn’t seem to notice much else. It wasn’t until Lukas had presented the questions again that his mind was pulled back to reality. “Private hire Boeing 12596...” he replied calmly. “Fifteen survivors. Heading through South-West links. Jacob Sanders, that’s my name. Plane crashed roughly two hours and fourty minutes from the expected arrival time to Hawaii. If the pilot flew the right route, they should be able to find us.” He said all he had to say and left the others to decide what to do with it. Of course, he felt he knew a better way to do so but did not want to be met with Sebastians anger issues, Warrents utter imbecility or anyone else’s need for explanations.

Sebastian Sebastian pointed at JJ and clicked his fingers, "That's it- fucking perfect- almost. A few changes- you're gonna say you're Blue Barrowcliffe, Canadian national- and make sure you mention that the plane went down. Private hire Boeing- whatever- down," he corrected, "Don't waste time we don't have," he justified a moment later.

Warren Warren rolled his eyes at all of Sebastian's threats. Hagrid didn't scare him one bit. He made faces behind Stumbo the Giant's back as JJ swooped in to save the day, doing his best to stay standing on his good foot as he listened in. He supposed what JJ said was far better than what he'd come up with. He didn't like how Sebastian seemed to be happy about it. He was going to do something to change that. "Are we sure we don't want to go with Sebastian Claude Sergeant? Because I would cross oceans in seconds just to see what kind of person that gay ass name belongs to."

Sebastian If it wasn't clear that Sebastian had had enough of Warren by now, the look on his face after his most recent comment would surely make it clear, even to NASA. He spun around to face the male and wrapped his hand around his neck firmly, "Good idea, I'll throw you across the fucking ocean to show you what kind of person I am," he suggested savagely, tugging ruthlessly at the other boy's throat as he got in close to his face.

Warren "Not really my kink but choking is close. Do it harder," Warren gasped out, grinning like an idiot as his face grew red.

Sawyer Their brief moment of triumph was quickly overshadowed by Sebastian’s short temper, and none of them were currently in the position to weather that storm. Sawyer acted on reflex, reaching out to grip Sebastian’s shoulder in a feeble attempt to pull him away from Warren and the edge of the cliff they were standing on. “Woah woah, hey - fuck, man, enough, you’re gonna kill him!”

Lukas Thank God JJ had enough braincells to make up for the rest of this sorry gang of misfits. Lukas felt a wave of relief wash over him as JJ was able to answer all the questions he had and without being an absolute moron about it. " Boeing 12596, heading through South-West links, " he repeated those details, nodding as he tried to commit them to memory. But on top of that, JJ had been calm about most things so far, approaching everything with reason, so it made Lukas think he'd be the least likely to stumble under pressure. Plus, JJ was probably the only person besides himself that he didn't need to watch like a hawk with the radio. " Alright, do you wann– " he starts to offer the radio, but before he can finish Gigantor and the Nordic cripple were having at it. " What the fuck, " he uttered for the third time in about five minutes, looking over at the interaction but with the radio still in hand he made no move to get between them like Sawyer did. Even in the weird circumstances an abrupt laugh escaped him at Warren's gasped comment. Then he looked to Callum, probably one of the only guys in the group that had any chance of taking on Sebastian. " You wanna fucking get control of your buddy there? " He raised his brows and tilted head towards the situation aka Warren getting murked and liking it.

Sebastian Sebastian stumbled back with hands on his shoulders but he didn't take Sawyer's words as a warning, "Then I'd be doing everybody a goddamn favor," he shot back, it didn't seem like a bad thing if the loudmouth European took a plunge off the edge of this conveniently placed cliff if it meant he didn't take any more shots at fucking up their plans for survival...or call him Claude again. He shrugged Sawyer's grip off of him but it didn't do much to ease his hostility toward Warren who was pressing just about every button Sebastian had at this point.

Callum Callum was fixated on the radio. He just wanted everyone to shut the fuck up so JJ could turn that thing on and spout all the information they took forever to agree on already. But then Warren. The fucking invalid idiot just couldn't keep his mouth shut. He sighed, moving away from JJ to assist Sawyer in deescalating the situation. "Yo, hey, Sebastian-" His concern for the situation grew when the Hick was shrugged off and the pressure around Warren's neck didn't ease. "Hey! C'mon!" He grabbed onto Sebastian's shoulders and pulled, hoping a more aggressive approach would make a difference.

Warren Warren was suffering. But he was also: thriving. Seeing the anger on Sebastian's face brought him joy like you would not believe. It was the only fun he's had on this island so far. "Is this all you got, Claude? Did Daddy not show you how it's done? You have to do it like this-" His hands left their position over Sebastian's, moving to grip Claude's neck with his own fingers.

Sebastian It was the name, it was the mention of his father, it was the shit-eating grin on Warren's face. Sebastian was immediately seeing red again and no amount of 'hey come on's from any of the other boys was enough for him to simmer down. "You wanna lose this fucking hand?" he asked, gripping onto the other boy's wrist still with Warren's hand wrapped around, "Try it, I fucking dare you, see what happens,"

JJ He was mildly amused by the situation at hand. He found Sebastian’s irrational anger to Warrens imbecilic digs to be a waste of time and energy. Perhaps neither of them were aware just how important energy was in situations such as these, where the distance between them and their next meal was unknown and so was the distance between them and the rescue. Trying to speed the situation up, he’ll take the radio over from Lukas and move aside from the dick measuring contest. He adjusts the antenna until he can hear out the clear static. “Mayday, mayday” he will repeat, hoping the channel would pass through their call for help. “Maybe we could..” he skips through different channels, trying his best to find something intelligible, in any language. “We should get higher.”

Radio "92.1–" Static noises.

Lukas Unlike JJ, even preoccupied by the radio, Lukas was growing increasingly concerned about the whole Warren and Sebastian situation. Maybe if they weren't so close to a cliff, he wouldn't be so concerned– but then again Dash's words about Sebastian being their very own General Zaroff came to mind. His attention snapped back to JJ and the radio when the radio seemed to spurt something out, though it was hard to hear. " Did that just say something? " He asked looking back up at JJ, maybe he'd watched Ghost Adventures too many fucking times and was just making himself hear shit in the static. He nodded in agreement at the idea of getting higher, their makeshift antenna needed all the help it could get. Though, he couldn't leave without saying anything. " You think they're good? Like Sawyer and Callum probably have it handled, right? " He asked, glancing to the group by the cliff and then back to JJ, once again asking him for some reassurance that they weren't all gonna die here.

Sawyer Sawyer’s gaze flickered between the two groups of boys, spine stiffening as the radio whirred and crackled to life. That was it—that light at the end of the tunnel they were all so desperately chasing after. It was too fucking close for them to turn their backs on it now. He shot an urgent look at Callum, tilting his head toward Sebastian as if to say, fucking pull him off.

JJ With Lukas' attention dancing between the radio and the bikini contest, JJ focused entirely on quickly securing the antenna further using the string coming off his sleeve. As the static started coming through he could feel his body buzz with surprise and he'll press the button to the right. "Mayday, Mayday, Boeing 12596 coming through, do you copy?" he releases the button to allow the other side to process and continues to walk further up the hill, unsure if the change of location was actually helping the process or if they would have had a better chance sticking to the coast. "Come on..." he says, turning towards the group. "We might have something."

Callum The radio! It was obvious to anyone what Callum cared about more. Honestly, would it be the worst thing if Sebastian crushed Warren's windpipes? They could use all the quiet they could get to hear that thing. "Sebastian, come on, quit it-" He hooked an arm over Sebastian and leaned back, hoping his weight and the force would successfully separate the two. "Yo, Texas! A hand!"

Warren Warren has never been so close to death before. And he's taken a dangerous cocktail of party favors with nothing but a shot of absinth in his stomach once before. "Come on, Daddy Claude! Harder! Show me how you do it back home!" He laughed maniacally.

Sebastian That was the last straw, or maybe it was the laugh, or maybe Sebastian was just over tired but he wasn't fucking around anymore and without a moment more of hesitation he threw his weight into a punch that connected seamlessly with the other boy's face.

Sawyer “Jesus Christ,” Sawyer muttered beneath his breath; the first time he’d ever considered calling for God to help them escape from this apocalyptic hellhole. He hadn’t been quick enough to grab Sebastian’s arm before it reeled back, releasing with a sharp punch that caused a crack so loud it sent chills down Sawyer’s spine. He did, however, have the sense to grab Warren’s arm and yank him forward—at least enough to keep him from plummeting to his early death. “Alright, we need to cool it. Now.”

Lukas Okay, so, JJ's non-response didn't fucking settle Lukas' nerves at all. So instead he simply had to focus on the radio, the yelling all getting a little too fucking real for him real quickly. When he suggested moving, Lukas followed, though not without casting a glance over his shoulder to catch the argument getting more and more heated by the second. When a fist connected with Warren's face, Lukas was shocked. Not that Sebastian had hit someone, that was fairly predictable, but just at the whole fucking situation. " Yo, we gotta fucking get to someone before Gigantor fucking kills him. " He said, not bothering to hide the growing panic, turning back to JJ and continuing to follow him further up the hill. Using the ideal of not witnessing a death on top of all the trauma of surviving a plane crash to focus him on helping with the radio.

JJ He would have continued walking as he was and expecting everyone to fall in line. Once again, as per usual, he was let down by the sheer lack of ability some humans possessed to prioritise. Looking over his shoulder, he witnesses the argument, teasing and pinning had now gotten much too real and he'll stop in his tracks, passing the radio over to Lukas before heading back for the group. For the first time, he will approach Sebastian directly. His voice remains calm, almost quiet. "If you walk front of the line, you won't be able to hear the next thing coming out his mouth. Come on, radio is buzzing." he'll give Warren a look filled with pity, uncontrollably so and with the same tone he'll not even bother to check if the others head was still in place. "You walk the back of the line. Your leg is fucked enough." with a sigh, he'll look over at everyone else. "Everyone good? Can we keep moving?" they still had to reach the peak and walk all the way back before the sun sets. Otherwise, they might have just made a fatal mistake.

Warren Warren spat, a spatter of red and enamel on the ground when he did so. "Fuck..." Coughing, he gripped onto Sawyer to stay standing. He accidentally put weight on his bad foot in the middle of the chaos he'd started, so in addition to his mouth throbbing from the impact of Sebastian's fist, his leg now twinged with pain too. "He started it..." Warren had the audacity to say, holding onto to Sawyer a little tighter in anticipation for how Sebastian would react to that.

Sebastian Sebastian looked at the male with pure and utter disdain at how pathetic he looked and sounded. "-and I'll finish it too, don't think I won't," he barked in response, more than happy to give him another smack to even out the bruising on each side.

Callum Callum clapped a hand over Sebastian's shoulder. "Stop. C'mon, man." He was tired. He just wanted to get to the fucking peak like JJ said and try to reach out to someone. This shit, whatever was going on between Sebastian and Warren, it was a pointless waste of time.

Sawyer Normally, Sawyer liked to think of himself as the one with his head screwed on (somewhat) straight in times of disarray, but the calm coldness of JJ’s voice as he addressed the other boys was eerie—even to him. He stumbled a little as Warren shifted his weight into Sawyer’s side, looking down to see splatters of blood painted across his own white undershirt. Shit. He’d just bought this one for the trip, too. “Yeah, nah, JJ’s right. We’re done with all...this.”

Lukas The next couple seconds happen way too fast for Lukas to process in the moment. One second, he'd handed off the radio duty to JJ and the next JJ was successfully pulling the two that were fighting (if you could call what Warren was doing fighting back,) apart and seemingly ending the commotion. He was paused on the hill, watching it all unfold, but after a second another unintentional chuckle tumbled from his lips. " Are y'all done? " He called out to the group by the cliff, amusement on his tongue and shit eating grin back on his features as if he hadn't been scared shitless moments ago. " 'Cause we actually got fucking signal on this mother fucker, " He said enthusiastically, holding up the walkie in celebratory manner. A small and probably shit attempt to stop another fight from breaking out any second.

Sebastian Sebastian raised his hands, though there was a self-satisfied smugness coloring his features that made it obvious that he was pretty pleased with himself, despite the blood shed- or perhaps because of it. "I'm done," he announced plainly, happy for all things to be said and done as long as Warren didn't dare open his fat mouth again, at least for another half an hour or so. He wiped his hand on his shorts, whether it was spit or blood he didn't know, nor did he care, "So we're high enough to get a signal, now we need to find a better channel, right- is that what we're saying?"

Lukas Okay was it just Lukas or were he and Sebastian actually getting along? Nothing brings people together like almost murdering and almost witnessing murder. " Pretty much, " Lukas confirmed, though it was mainly just an assumption. His radio knowledge was still relatively basic, even after rebuilding this one with JJ. " We're gonna go a little higher, see if it can get any clearer. 'Cause while you guys were jacking each other off or whatever, " he had to make a joke, even dismissively, he couldn't actually acknowledge what he had just witnessed " I swear to God, this thing said something. " He insisted, though he hadn't actually caught what it had said in the moment. " So let's go, " he said, turning on his heel and returning to the mission of getting a bit higher before anyone could get back to the murder.

Sawyer The snort that escaped Sawyer after Curly’s little dig was entirely involuntary, but also entirely deserved. He was just glad he didn’t have to be an accessory to murder today—that’d be a hard one to explain to his parole officer when he got home. With a final, mournful sigh for his dirtied, bloodied shirt, he chucked the thing off over his head and handed it to Warren. “For the bleeding, Bateman.” Sawyer clapped his hands together. “Now let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Warren "Thank you, Yeehaw." His lips pushed into whatever form of a smile he could manage. Warren bunched up the shirt and pressed it to his mouth, giving Sebastian a nasty glance as he did so.

Callum "Alright." Callum clapped his hands together, glad JJ was able to settle the commotion. "Let's fucking do this." He was more than ready to put this dumb shit behind them for the sake of accomplishing what they actually came to do today. He jogged up to Jort's side, wanting to be up close to the action in case the thing crackled to life again.

Lukas As the group continued up the hill, Lukas returned his attention to the radio. Turning it back on, he adjusts the antenna until he's satisfied with the static settling and speaks into the machine. " Mayday, mayday. This is Blue Barrowcliffe, one of fifteen survivors of flight Boeing 12596. Do you copy? " It felt completely silly to say he was Blue, the Canadian that looked literally nothing like his scrawny New Jerseyan self, but aside from JJ he didn't know if he could trust any of these guys with the radio. " I repeat, fifteen survivors of flight Boeing 12596, " he said the numbers slowly and clearly, if someone heard them the numbers would be their saving grace. " Do you copy? "

Sebastian Sebastian could hardly fucking believe that Jorts had actually managed to stick to the script, he'd nailed it. "Canadian- say you're Canadian," he reminded Lukas, waving his hand a little with encouragement as he listened carefully to the static on the other end of the radio device, praying that words in any language came from it- even one of the languages Von Trapp spoke would do. "Keep going," he insisted, his heart in his throat as he awaited a response from somebody with the potential to save their sorry asses.

Radio Lengthy static noises. "Ha-" Static noises. "Gehen-" Static noises. "Liest du-" Static noises. "-nächsten hafen." Static.

Sawyer The excitement was palpable now, eyes lighting up and heads perking with hope. Sawyer grasped the shoulder of the boy nearest to him and shook it, laughing. “Fuckin’ A, we got a fuckin’ German!”

Liam liam stood off to the side as everything went down. his hand flying up to over his own mouth as he watched the altercation between sebastian and warren, but the last thing he was going to do was step in between them and end up in the same position because sebastian redirects his rage to him. but finally lukas can get a message out. static and a few broken words that he couldn’t understand, heart sinking when sawyer announces that it’s a german. “does anyone know german?” he asks, looking around at the others.

Blue blue hadnt said much during the saga, other than an extremely confused "why the hell did i have to carry him" when warren zoomed into chaos at a speed blue's exhausted mind and body couldnt keep up to. he sat away from the drama, and while he would normally intervene to save morale but his body seemed glued to ground. hearing his name echoed by the others tothe radio, he imagined his parents and his sister, and a lump in his throat had to be swallowed down, tears avoided for now. as the confrontation got more violent, blue rested his head between his knees, fighting sleep or panic, the yelling and tension a little too intense of a reminder of...her. he resumed his role helping the injured, though more resentkful of helping mr instigator. "warren......youre swiss, eh? dont your people speak like swiss french and german? what'd they say, man?"

Lukas Lukas is about to tell Sebastian that he doesn't even sound Canadian, not even a little bit, and that saying he was would be kind of fucking stupid when the radio spattered to life in his hands. He looked down at it, amazed. After half a second of awe at his own handiwork he tried moving the antenna and pushed himself to move up the hill faster to help get rid of the static. Sawyer picked up on the language before he did and he glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the group. He sort of had his toes crossed for JJ to come through again, even if his behaviour was a little unsettling– but then Blue addressed the European. And while he was probably their best chance, Lukas wasn't feeling especially eager to let him have the radio again. " Anyone else? " He asked, looking around the group and avoiding the now toothless Nordic cripple. " Don't need to be fluent, just enough to say we need help. "

Dash Dash watched the entire shitshow with varying degrees of amusement and disturbance. Initially he didn’t see much point in following everyone up the hill, like, logically speaking, mostly because didn’t know jack about radios or distress signals or even their flight number. But he did want to be there if they made contact with anyone. So he ambled up near the back of the line, and spent the first few minutes of the hike looking at a cloud in the shape of Marge Simpson’s head, glad that Lukas and JJ seemed to have things covered on the radio front. Douchebag Callum was there too or whatever, he guessed, and Sebastian came through, even if he took his roid rage to the max and punched Eurotrash in the mug over a couple gay jokes. Dash’s lip curled at the blood spat out on the ground. He didn’t really vibe with all the sadistic shit, and he’d take bets that the little guy had half a chub through the whole thing. “Nein, bro,” Dash shook his head. He had maybe a handful of phrases in Spanish and Tagalog in his repertoire at max. And if any anxious fact stuck with him, it was that the battery was on its last legs, so he glanced toward JJ in hopes he could step in ASAP. He reminded Dash of a guy he went to elementary school with who learned those wack languages from Lord of the Rings for fun and hid under desks to hiss at people as they walked by. Surely he knew some German. “American public schools kinda fell off with the whole foreign language thing.”

JJ As the radio went on, he tried his best to decipher what was being said. His German was rusty at best, mostly based on old philosophical texts he picked up at college. Extending his hand to get the radio back, he’ll rub the top of his brow as he recalls the words. “Hilfe, Hilfe! D-das ist Jacob Sanders. Fünfzehn Menschen am Leben. Privatflugzeug Boeing 12596 kaputt. Wir brauchen hilfe.” He knew the German was butchered, but he believed he’d said the most important things in the process. “Hallo? Kopierst du?” He’ll shift the radio around, trying his best to get the signal.

Warren Warren was tired. His mouth hurt. On top of losing a tooth, one other in his mouth felt loose and he hated it. He didn't really care that they'd made it to the peak, leaving the business of getting into contact with help to whoever had a hard-on for talking to strangers in the group – Mister Moley Man and the smart one. They seemed to have it figured out and he really needed to pee. Besides, with the space at the peak much smaller than where they were before and everyone so excited about it, he felt as though he'd be caught up through overhearing while he tried to take a piss where he was at the back of the group. He was halfway done with his leak when he heard German, making him turn on instinct and accidentally getting piss on shoes. "Agh, nein–" Two quick shakes and he pulled his track pants back up, hopping over to the front. With his bad leg, he had to touch some shoulders on the way so he wouldn't fall over. What the boys didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "Du sprichst Deutsch?" He asked the smart one as he hobbled up. Schlecht, but he left that in his head. Stretching out his hand, he opened and closed his fist a couple of times, asking for the device.

Sawyer Sawyer held up a finger and thumb. "S'German, actually."

Sebastian Sebastian rolled his eyes at the budding discourse, "Which is the same thing- moving on. What did they say?" he gathered the gist of what JJ had relayed back, he's a lesbian, the private flight number, uh whatever else- it didn't matter, Sebastian was pretty sure he'd pretty much stuck to the script. "Does that mean we're near Germany or a country that speaks German? What countries outside of Germany speak German?" he couldn't think of a single one that wasn't landlocked or anything but tropical- no freakin' way they were near Western Europe.

Sawyer Sawyer just looked at him like he felt even worse for him than he did when they found out his middle name was Claude. "Dude."

Dash Dash pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek to fight back a fleeting grin at Sawyer’s emphatic dude. “I dunno dick about who’s speaking German other than the Krauts, but could be a passing ship, right? Maybe we’re in international waters or some shit.”

JJ He looks at Warren and his eyes wonder for a moment if the other is genuinely fluent or just proceeding to be a more persistent human equivalent of hpv. “I speak limited amount.” he answers honestly as Sebastian proceeds to throw in a question which would by all metrics be considered dumb if it wasn’t somewhat valid. Before he can answer, Dash adds to it a more plausible explanation and he’ll nod. “German speaking countries are Germany, Austria, Belgium and Luxembourg. German is also an official language in Switzerland and Liechtenstein, but it sounds different. It is highly unlikely we’re close to any of those...” his eyes now on Dash. “It may very well be the case. Any other ideas?”

Liam watched as everyone silently as they freaked out over who may or may not speak german. his anxiety rising with each moment as their chances of rescue started to lessen the more they used up the battery of the radio. he stayed away from the group, off to the side and pulled out his tech deck out of his pocket and started spinning one of the wheels anxiously to try and calm himself down.

Sawyer "Maybe," Sawyer said, leaning in close to the other boys like he was about to tell a secret, "the operator's just bilingual."

Warren "I live in Switzerland, I speak German," he told JJ. To emphasize his point, he stretched out his hand more blatantly. "Give it to me. Or do you want to stay on this island forever?"

JJ Instinctively JJ will look over at Lukas as if to get some type of blessing or permission to pass the radio to the village idiot. Still, he didn’t have any real ownership of the thing so he stretched his hand out, anxiety rising. He was almost certain the other would either send off a message too ridiculous for the other end to decipher or fully throw the thing on the floor just to get his other leg broken and bleed out in the woods. “Go on then. Careful with the antenna...”

Joe Joe's initial relief at hearing a voice on the other side of the radio was dimming as Henry Bowsers but hopefully redeemable starting asking irrelevant questions that made no sense."Pinky's right it's probably a ship. There's no way there's no way there's a hermit nearby that just happens to hack into radio signals." Who the fuck still used radios besides sailors and boy wonder (not that JJ counted he seemed to have swallow an encyclopedia) ? Watching boy wonder hand over the walkietalkie to Warren was an extremely nerve wracking experience."Be careful Warren."

Lukas With only a couple Hebrew words along with his questionable at best English skills Lukas was mainly sitting this conversation out. If it could be called a conversation, mainly it just felt like a lot of bullshit but what else was new on this island. When Warren revealed he could speak German, and they all kind of knew that because of the song he'd sung on the way up the hill, Lukas had to grimace. It was their best chance, so he gave a small nod to JJ as it was passed over. " Remember, flight Boeing 12596. " Again he said the numbers slowly, fingers and toes crossed old gap tooth wouldnt fuck them all over.

Warren Finally, Warren thought as the radio came into contact with his hand. "Danke, wunderkind." That was so drawn out and dramatic. It's not like he's done anything crazy with the radio before. He hopped over and lifted a hand, swatting it in the group's general direction to settle their apparent nerves. Then he pressed the transmit button spoke. "Ja hallo? Kannst du mich hören? Wir sind auf einer Insel gestrandet. Wir brauchen deine Hilfe."

Radio Static noises. "kannst du-" Static noises.

Lukas It's like watching a toddler handle a bomb, Lukas is just waiting for it to fuck them all up big time. But somehow, it doesn't. Not yet at least. He doesn't hear anything that sounds like numbers come out of Warren's mouth but he also knew literally no German at all. When the radio responded he raised his brows, as if the two words the voice said could possibly mean anything useful. " What's going on? Do we need to go higher still? " He asked, because he was like 65% certain the voice had been cut off by the static.

Warren For once, Warren was invested. He shook the walkie slightly and held it against his ear. Then he spoke into it again, thumb on the transmit button. "Ja? Hallo? Hallo? Kannst du mich hören?" He hopped forward a little, perhaps needing to get a little higher. "Yeah, I think so," he answered Lukas. It was a shame. They were at the peak already. But the edge had a slight lift so Warren was going to take the chance. "Hallo?" He tried again. He heard some static, some response in German before the walkie went dead suddenly. "Shit." He shook the thing. Perhaps a little too vigorously. "Hallo??" He turned on the foot he was balancing. "I think it– Ahh!" The ground beneath him crumbled. Warren slipped. Quickly, he used grabbed onto whatever of the edge he could, releasing the walkie from his grasp to do. "Help! Help!"

Sebastian Sebastian had his arms folded tightly across his chest to keep them at bay as he listened to the chatted shift from person to person. It seemed as if everybody had something to say but nobody was saying anything useful to the situation. "We might just be in a dead zone, I mean look at this place- who knows where the next tower is," he explained, worried that there wouldn't be another radio tower or any man-made structure for hundreds and hundreds of miles from where they stood. He heard the crumbling rock before he truly registered what had happened and as the walkie hit the ground, Sebastian reacted to try and catch it, though his efforts were thwarted at the last moment, his attention divided by Warren's shrieking. "Fuck, Warren!" the words spilled from his mouth as he stumbled as close to the edge of the cliff as he could without risking another rockfall. "Bro-" he looked back at the other guys over his shoulder, "What the fuck- do something!" he practically squealed.

Lukas When Warren moved past the bulk of the group, so did Lukas. Eyes on that radio. He really did not think he was gonna care so much about it. " Hey! " He reacted when Warren fucking shook the thing, as if it wasn't already fucking precarious. Moving towards him, more to take the radio off him than pull him away from the edge of the cliff– but then the fucking dude took a dive off it. " Holy shit, " Lukas moved quickly when he fell, he thought he cared about the radio but he didn't even notice Warren had dropped it yet. Instead falling to his knees, scraping skin since the alterations he'd made that morning. Leaning over the edge he reached out his hand to Warren, holding onto stable ground as best as he could, but he was still a fraction too far away. " Grab my fucking hand, dude! "

Sawyer "Fuck-" Disaster struck in such quick succession: the radio, the crumbling peak, Warren--Sawyer's heart fell to his stomach with such force, he felt like he was about to shit it out of his asshole. He raced to the edge of the cliff, grabbing onto Lukas's free arm. "Pull him up, I'll anchor you!"

Sebastian Sebastian's breath caught in his lungs at the sight. Ten minutes ago he'd wanted to slay Warren where he stood and now, the thought of the other male plummeting to his death right before him made Sebastian want to throw up. "Grab his arm, grab each other's arms, lock in," he insisted, certain that Jorts' clammy ass hands were going to just help Warren fall to his death quicker than ever. "Fuck it- grab me," he insisted, wiping his hand and arm on his shirt before grabbing Warren's forearm firmly.

JJ All he could think about was the exact impossibility of seeing the radio again and for a second he thought about stepping on Warrens hand to push him off with it. As he paused to think, the others jumped to help, and he offered a hand to yeh guys as they moved into action. The stability of the cliff was unknown at this point and a dangerous place to be placing weight so he tried his best to focus on the situation at hand as opposed to possible catastrophe.

Warren Sebastian? Sebastian wanted to help him? Warren knew now wasn't the time to be picky. Beggars couldn't be choosers after all when their arms were aching and they were hanging off a cliff. He pictured his 8th grade English teacher's cleavage one last time before throwing all caution to the wind and letting go of his grip on the ledge to hold onto to Sebastian's arm for dear life.

Sawyer The harder Sebastian pulled, the more unstable the ground became. Sawyer's pulse rocketed, heartbeat thundering in his ears as earth crumbled from the very edges of the cliff Warren was dangling from. He whipped around to face the rest of the group--all frozen in various stages of shock and panic--eyes wild: "Guys--"

Dash Dash saw it all happen in slow motion. Warren turned on his foot, then plummeted. One second he was there and in the next he was dangling from the edge like some kind of Wiley Coyote bit. Dash stood frozen, panic seizing his chest. In what world was he equipped for this shit? “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked no one particular, his voice inching up high and reedy with shaky incredulity. He watched as Sebastian, then Lukas, and finally JJ leapt forward to help. “What the cucking shitfuck this is so fucking fucked.” It was Sawyer’s panicky voice that made him take a step forward, half-wondering if he ought to grab a hold of the back of Lukas’ shirt as some kind of useless backup for a second before he finally did it. “Guys — Jesus, the whole thing’s gonna come down.” But what was the alternative? Letting Warren eat shit and die?

Lukas Lukas was willing to admit (to himself) he was fucking grateful Gigantor joined him on the edge of the cliff. Lukas Skinny Arms Tozer was gonna have no hope of pulling Warren up on his own though he actually hadn't thought of that in the moment. He thought he nearly felt his stomach fall out his asshole when Warren made the move to cling to Sebastian's arm. Feeling a tightness on the back of his shirt he took that as a cue to move again, pushing himself back up, on his feet but still crouched by Sebastian and the dangling Swiss. Glancing over his shoulder to see it was Dash that pulled him up, see Lukas knew he got good vibes off that dude. He'd give a proper thanks later but for now he gave an out of breath nod before he looked back to Sebastian. " You got him? " He asked, barely allowing time for an answer before he's looking back to Dash, Sawyer and anyone else that was braving the cliff edge. " Let's pull them up. " He said, trying not to think about the the precarious cliff face everyone was so desperate to point out.

Callum This was all too fucking insane. How was Warren in a near death situation for the second time that day? Not wanting to deal with a dead body on top of trying to survive on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, Callum dove headfirst into the chaos, grabbing onto Dash to give him support because there was no way this skinny fucker could realistically help Warren, Sebastian and Jorts. "Pull 'em up, pull 'em up!" He urged, mentally preparing himself for the energy he was about to exert.

Dash Dash nodded back once toward Lukas and if his thoughts weren’t too preoccupied with the fact that they were all surely about to plummet to their deaths, he might’ve twisted around and mocked Callum’s deep, booming pUlL ‘eM uP pUlL ‘eM uP to his face. The guy’s hand gripped tightly to Dash’s arm though, pretty effectively making extra sure to keep that petty, poorly timed instinct in check—and probably ensuring that he didn’t full-on Kermit over the edge of the cliff, too. Fuckin’ jocks. Dash gritted his teeth; he didn’t know if it was in his head or not, but the ground felt shaky under his feet. He dug his heels in and used his other hand to grab hold of Lukas’ arm to create some kind of human chain, his breath coming fast and shallow, and did his damned best to keep their skulls intact.

Sebastian Sebastian's heart was in his throat as Warren grabbed onto his arms, his grip pinching the skin though he was far, far too drenched in adrenaline to notice the pain. "Come on, come on," he bellowed, urging the other boys to give it all they had, lest both he and Warren tumble over the edge and into the rocky waters below. At least it would be a quick death, he supposed.

JJ Several things have happened in a span of seconds that JJ could not process. First, Warren hanging off a suspiciously strong cliff. Second, Sebastian of all people putting his ass on the like to save the other. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. If maybe all the years of shit sleep had caught up to him and he was now stuck in some hallucination limbo making shit up. Either way, he didn’t say anything, he balanced his weight and pulled onto the guy in front of him and prayed to God and Saints and whoever might have been listening, for this to be over soon. — He was still pissed about the radio, pissed that he’d even passed it to the other, pissed that there was no way now to make his phone work either. Not without the parts he used for the antenna.

Liam liam watched in horror as warren grabbed the radio, babbling into it before eventually stepping off the cliff. in the split second between him falling and everyone snapping into action, liam actually though he had falling to his death. and with most things since the crash, he froze yet again. but a second later, he shoved his toy back into his pocket and ran over to everyone else. which he later realized was a bad idea because pain was shooting up his leg as he grabbed on to one of the other guys to help pull the kid up. thankfully the stress of it all, he was able to ignore his own leg and focus on getting warren back on to solid ground.

Blue everything appeared to blue in flashes, the group heading up the cliff, and the chaos when the cliff crumbled. he watched the other spring into action, and took a deep breath to pump himself up. "Get him! Is he okay" He pulled on whatever body parts or clothes he could to help the others, blue felt the solidarity that he felt with his teammates back home. "Is the radio grabbable?" he was sweating, panting, and the desperation was coursing through everyone it seemed. "Save warren. Get the radio. Save Warren. Get the radio." He chanted to himself, pulling along with the rest of the group. "Save. Warren. Get. The. Radio."

Warren With everyone pitching in to help him, it seemed that Warren would live to see another day. His body was yanked up and onto solid ground again thanks to the efforts of Arsch mit Ohren and the rest of the boys hanging onto him. The second he felt firm rock below him, he wriggled as best he as he could past the boys to further in, wanting desperately to put as much distance between himself and ledge as possible. When he felt it was safe, he dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back to stare at the orange sky above. "Heilige Scheiß..." He was breathless, chest heaving up and down rapidly. Never in his life has he felt such a rush. It was a terrible thing to think about but he wondered how much 'near death experiences' would sell for. Thrill seekers like him would surely pay a hefty price. What Warren really should have been thinking about though was the radio, and how it was no longer in his hand and probably in a million little pieces hundreds of feet below them or lost to the waves of the ocean. He had yet to recall the reality he and the boys were in and how dire it was that they got into contact with someone.

Sawyer Sawyer fell back with the rest of the boys into a sweaty, adrenaline-clouded heap, wincing at the harsh impact of solid rock against his elbow. Nobody dared speak for those first fragile seconds, as though the silence was a crumbling cliff and puncturing it with words would cause it all to come tumbling down. This wasn't a game anymore. The isle was no longer a midpoint in their journey, a pit stop on the way to a boys' retreat in Hawaii; it was a living, breathing thing, with the power to swallow any of them whole at a moment's notice. He rolled to his side, dog tags clinking together as he let out a shaky breath: "the radio...fuck are we gonna do now without the radio?"

JJ He falls back and for a moment he just sits there in silence with the rest of them. He will then get back to his feet, wipe his hands and dust his trousers and look over at Sawyer having considered the exact question throughout the conundrum. “Nothing to do. It’s gone, it’s done.” all they could do now is hope that the Germans or whoever the fuck, heard their message and was on the way. Regardless, the sun began to set so he pointed towards the downhill path. “We should head back before it gets dark...”

Lukas Relief of not having to witness Warren's death washed over him, for the second time that day. But it only lasted a moment. Pulling himself free of the cluster of boys that had pulled him back up off the cliff face, he moved back towards the edge, looking over it in hopes of seeing the walkie on a ledge or something. Perfectly in tact and working a dream, ideally. But nothing. All that fucking hard work, and for fucking nothing. He turns back to the group, eyes landing on the culprit and any relief that he was alive long gone. " You fucking moron, fuck's sake, " If Warren had managed to stand before Lukas turned around, he absolutely would have shoved the bastard. Not over the cliff, but at least back to the ground. Seeing as he was still down, Lukas tried to not let the anger build. JJ, who with each passing moment seemed to be closer and closer to having the emotional complexity of Chucky the fucking Doll, made a good point. They should head back before it gets dark. Seeing as he was already up, he offered his hand to help up the guy closest to him (and who was not Warren).

Blue blue accepted lukas' hand, grateful for any assistance the guys had to give. "thank you." his tone was somber, torn between gratitude for jort's work with the radio, and like the others devastation for what they lost. "im sorry." a reflex more than a habit, a conditioning she taught him. the thought of spending another night was unappealing, and with each hour the fantasy of this being a camping trip was disappearing. he moved towards the front of the group. "alright, we did good. I know this wasnt the outcome we wanted, but their was some macgyver inspector gadget shit that was amazing...and out teamwork pulling a man up. Thats the kind of trust we gotta lean into......carry the injured and lets head back. Warren, when your concussion or whatever gets better, we NEED you to tell us what they said."

Dash Gravity proved itself to be a bitch not once, but twice. Warren luckily managed to get back up from the side of the cliff face, but once the tension of holding tightly and pulling released, Dash fell back and into Paul fuckin’ Bunyan behind him. Even with the air knocked out of lungs, he managed to release a hybrid relieved-slash-disbelieving laugh after a moment's silence when any rescue mission for the radio was declared null and void. Because what the fuck. He hoped his elbow at least got one of Callum’s soft spots as he struggled to his feet, clasping onto Lukas’ hand as soon as he let go of Blue’s. “Well that was a total shitshow.” And like, who knew what the lederhosen-looking dickhead was telling the Fuehrer over the line? The u-boats could’ve been well on their way to haul them to some undisclosed lab by morning. He cracked the knuckles of his right hand, his limbs left a little shaky post-adrenaline rush, and shook his head. With a sharp exhale, he edged away from the sudden drop. His heart racketed just looking where Warren had been clinging on. “Yeah, yeah, down before dark, but what’s the punishment for the high crime of nuking what was probably our one chance at direct communication, man?” In a half-assed attempt at fairness, he tacked on: “I know he didn’t like, spike it on purpose here, but.” Cue: womp womp. “Be real. Are we or are we not totally fucked?”

JJ The corner of his lip lifts slightly as Dash asks what the punishment is for the accidental crime of losing their best chance out of this Island. It’s not that he found it particularly amusing, it’s just that he thought punishment was rather obvious. “The punishment is being stuck here.” He will reply simply. “What impacts one of us - impacts us all.” It’s time we start acting like it, he thinks as he shoots a look towards Warren and Sebastian and then down to his hands. “One fucks up, we all fucked up.” Trying to remain positive he will face Dash and start walking further from the edge of the cliff. “Perhaps whoever’s on the other side has got our message. We’ve only been here for little over a day so it’s also possible the search party separate from the radio is underway. We should stick to the beach for now, keep the fire going...as of right now —“ with the radio gone “it’s the best option.”

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[SUMMARY: Dinah struggles with her faith and desire for Negan.]

Negan and Dinah PART TWO

“Trust and believe the day you first feel me in you, I want you to remember it.”

Smut.

Part 2 [[MORE]]

You had not seen Negan since the incident that occurred between the two of you. It had been a full day since he made you feel something you never understood anything about and to be quite honest, you still didn’t. All you knew was that this man knew how to make you feel good. Conflicting feelings arose in you the more you thought about what had happened. Going back into your bedroom it was almost hard to look yourself in the mirror and see yourself with that golden cross over your chest. You cringed at the sight of your bible by your bedside, it was hard not letting yourself fully enjoy what had happened. After being raised all your life with a certain mind set it was hard adjusting your mind to what you had done. You sighed laying in bed feeling guilt, feeling shame at the way Negan touched you..the way he kissed you. And oh that kiss...it made up for any kiss you felt you missed out on.

“Stop it.” You whispered to yourself silently, you told yourself nothing like that would happen again. The shame you felt after was to much to bare. A man that wasn’t your husband touching you in ways nobody ever had. Not to mention, he had his way with everyone at that place, shouldn’t that make you not want him?

Pushing yourself out of bed to head to the kitchen for your usual breakfast was more nerve wracking than usual. You knew Negan would show up there, he always did.

Heading inside straight to the back where the pots were, you began to serve yourself. Getting there late everyone had been sitting down already enjoying their meals. Maybe Negan had come and left already?

Or not.

As you served yourself you felt the room go silence, you squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him slowly making his way to the back of the kitchen.

“Go on. Enjoy your food folks, no need to piss yourselves.” He teased as everyone began talking amongst each other again. You knew exactly where he was heading, he spotted you the second he walked inside.

“Hello princess.” He grinned leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed.

“Hi.” You spoke nervously, he could tell you were having trouble keep eye contact. He couldn’t help but laugh low to himself. He watched as you served yourself some food and moved a little closer to you.

“Gonna say your prayers today, sweetheart?”

“I always do.” You whispered still not looking up at him.

“Well you fucking better, cause you’ve been one naughty girl.” His words made your heart begin to race, your cheeks turning a rosy color making him grin.

“Don’t be shy about it, honey. I love that I can make a good girl a little naughty.” He whispered low as you accidentally hit your finger on the steaming pot.

“Fuck!” You winced making him raise his brows even surprising yourself.

“Oh you curse now too?” Negan couldn’t help but laugh as you waved your finger in pain.

“No. I..I don’t- I burned myself..” you stuttered as Negan stepped closer before you and took hold of your hand. He tilted his head back taking a good look at your finger before lifting it up to his lips.

“You should be more careful, honey.” His lips brushed against your finger softly. The same lips that touched yours erotically. You knew he was purposely trying to tease you. You pulled your hand back making him chuckle as you took hold of your plate.

“I’m..I’m gonna go eat now.” Walking away without looking back Negan watched your hips move as you walked to an empty seat. So distracted by his intimidating moves, you had no idea that as that was all happening, the two of you were being watched by a very envious woman.

It was late in the evening now, after a day out helping with some cleaning you walked back to your bedroom not aware that you were being followed. Humming to yourself you screamed when someone grabbed your arm and forced you to turn around.

It was Rhonda.

Rhonda was one of the women at the sanctuary that you knew had something going on with Negan. The two of you never really spoke but she had a tough personality. She cursed a lot, always smelled of alcohol and seemed to always be angry.

Angry unless she was with Negan.

She was known to be very jealous when it came to him, she usually would scare the women away from him.

“Hey church girl, there something I should know about you?” She placed her hands on her hips staring down at you.

“Excuse me?”

“You got something with Negan or what?”

Your eyes widened, she must’ve seen Negans little act in the kitchen. What was it any of her business anyways?

“What does it concern you?” You asked struggling not to sound intimidated.

“What are you trying to embarrass yourself?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You think you can satisfy a man without knowing how to do a thing, why don’t you stick to what you know best and bury your head in a bible.”

Although you knew she was sort of right, it still angered you.

“I may not know how to do a lot but I guess when a man really wants you it doesn’t take much tricks to satisfy him.” You scowled looking up at her remembering just how satisfied he was the day before. Your words hit her ego harshly. What did you mean by that? Rhonda couldn’t help but start thinking how Negan was satisfied with you if you were a ‘church girl’ who didn’t know anything.

“I guess you don’t value your God after all.” Rhonda hit you where it hurt you the most, using your beliefs.

“What I did does not in any way take away my beliefs in God.”

“It may not take it away but it does shit on it. How do you think that God of yours would feel knowing you’re letting just any man touch you, a man that has multiple women.”

Her words left you speechless, after all she was right. A smirk appeared on her lips as she realized she indeed was getting under your skin.

“The only reason that man even looked your way is cause you’re a stupid little virgin because I promise you, once he’s done with you he won’t look back again.” Unfortunately her words were true, at least you felt they were. Negan was a man who wanted any woman who was willing, there was nothing special about you. He only was so intrigued by you because no one else had touched you before and it drove his ego to know only he made you feel a certain way. You weren’t even giving yourself to someone who at least cared for you and Rhonda was sure to remind you of it.

“I mean just look at you-“ Rhonda pulled at the fabric of your long dress with the sweater you had around it.

“Why would a man look your way.” You could feel a knot building up in your throat as you tried to remain calm in front of her.

“My advice, sweetheart. Unless you’re trying to get yourself hurt...step off! You don’t amount to what he truly wants. No one else wants you in this sanctuary. This is grown woman shit, you’re not ready for it.”

“Hello ladies.” Negan appeared from behind you not realizing what he was just stepping in the middle of.

“Oh hi Negan.” Rhonda’s face suddenly turned into a smile as she looked up at him. Negan turned to look at you and noticed your look of discomfort leaving him to frown.

“Something wrong, honey? You look like your fucking head is about to fucking blow off.” He chuckled but you did not respond which took away any trace of humor in his eyes.

“I’m going to my room.” You stormed off as Rhonda scowled in your direction just before Negan turned back to her.

“Something you wanna tell me, Rhonda?” Negan knew of Rhonda’s ways, harassing the other women, trying to scare them off. He wasn’t to fond of her and had she known just how much he didn’t like her, she’d most likely never come out of her room again.

“Nothing Negan. I think she was just having a bad day you know how sensitive they can get.”

“They?” Negan raised a brow not quite understanding what she meant.

“You know, she’s a church girl. They don’t think like the rest of us do so-“

“And that’s a bad thing?” Negan tilted his head with a look of intimidation leaving her unable to come up with a response.

“Ease up, Rhonda. I like that church girl.”

Negan believed if anything, being a believer in something regardless how many people doubted it, made you strong.

Just like that, Negan walked off to a meeting with his men leaving Rhonda in utter embarrassment and frustration.

Locking your bedroom door shut you lay in bed ready to cry yourself to sleep. The feel of the shame and guilt you felt was something you could not take but more than anything, you hated realizing you weren’t really liked by Negan. You were nothing more but a trophy for him to fill his ego, you felt like a fool. A trophy who nobody expected anything from. Why were you even beginning to like this man at all? Why was he making you change your ways with God? After a moment, an idea came to mind. Staring up at the ceiling you began to picture yourself differently and how everyone at the sanctuary would act towards you.

What Negan would think of you.

These thoughts over powered your guilt and shame.

The thought made you smile and had you practically jump out of the bed.

Urgently you pulled your dress off and grabbed a scissor from your night stand and began cutting away at the dress. Slipping easily back into it, the dress fell right above your knees showing a glimpse of your thighs.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you felt something was missing from your look before you realized your hair was still neatly tied up. Pulling the hair tie off you let your long hair fall down your shoulders, you looked like someone completely different.

Negan would love this.

Leaving your bedroom you already began turning heads, whispers were heard as you made your way to Negans bedroom. Standing in front of his door you felt your heart racing, you couldn’t believe you were actually pushing yourself to do this. It felt like such a rush.

Taking a deep breath you knocked on his door and waited excitedly for him to open.

No one responded but you couldn’t find it in you to just walk away. Looking behind to see if anyone was around you began to turn the door knob and found that it was surprisingly unlocked.

“Negan?” You yelled out once more before fully opening the door and letting yourself in.

You gasped at the sight of his large bedroom, his desk, his furniture, it was actually nice.

One of the first things you noticed sitting on his desk was a half empty bottle of whiskey.

Looking back at the door for assurance, you took hold of the bottle and slowly unscrewed the top. Smelling it almost made you gag, how did people drink this stuff? Maybe it would give you more courage for whenever Negan showed up, wouldn’t it?

Making a face of disgust you lifted the bottle to your lips and forced yourself to gulp down as much as you could. The taste was horrid you almost couldn’t keep it down.

“One more time.” You whispered before you began gulping again having no idea what you were doing. Slamming the bottle down on his desk you gasped for air as you felt the burn in your stomach.

“Disgusting.” You wiped your lips and noticed the bottle was left practically empty. Something else caught your attention in his room, you noticed a bat laying right beside his bed.

It was covered in barb wire and you had never seen it. Taking your time looking around at the rest of the room and beginning to feel the effects from the liquor you didn’t catch the sound of Negan making his way down the hall.

Negan walked to his bedroom and instantly noticed his door was cracked. Making a sudden stop he slowly began to pull his gun out and carefully made his way closer to the room. Being very careful he slowly opened the door but was shocked to find a woman with her back to him standing in his bedroom. A woman he did not recognize.

“Who the fuck are you?”

You jumped up at the sound of Negans sudden voice practically stumbling against the wall as you turned to him.

“Dinah?”

A sudden burst of laughter escaped your lips, you honestly didn’t even know what was so funny.

“Are you fucking insane to be stepping into my god damn room like this, I could’ve fucking killed you.” He put his gun away as he made his way to you noticing what you were wearing. His eyes quickly drifting down to your bare thighs and back up to your long locks falling down to your chest.

“Do you like what you see?” You giggled walking towards him making him frown, he didn’t understand why you were acting so different. Just this morning you could barely look him in the eyes.

Of course he loved what he saw but he still didn’t understand what came over you.

“Well do you?!” You threw your arms around him looking up at him eagerly, he right away smelled the liquor off your breath and looked over at the bottle on his desk.

“Holy shit.” He whispered realizing how much you had drank of it. Did you even know what the hell you were doing? He knew you had never drank before.

“What’s wrong?” You pouted your lips as Negan looked down at your dancing eyes.

“What did Rhonda say to you?”

Negans hands were holding you by your waist you could barely hold your balance. His question made you laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“I guess I wasn’t exactly what everyone liked around here. You know..like how all the women are.” You slurred as you passed your hand over his chest.

“You were only going after me cause I was something you’ve never had, be real Negan-“ you leaned in, your lips close to his.

“You would never look my way on any other given day. This is what you like more, isn’t it?” You laughed as you pulled his face towards you attempting to kiss him.

“Dinah.” He took your hands in his making you frown.

“What? Am I not good enough to just want me for me?” You began to pull the straps of your dress down but his hands were to quick to stop you.

“Don’t. Don’t do that. You have me confused for the wrong fucking man.” Negan would never allow himself to have you in this state of mind you were in. You were drunk, hurt and not thinking.

“Come on, just do it. I don’t care anymore. Forget God, forget anything else-“

“I’m afraid you don’t mean that, honey.”

Frustrated that Negan wouldn’t just do what you thought he would do you struggled to get out of his grasp.

“You know what!” You pulled your hands back stumbling against a chair before beginning to walk to the door.

“If you don’t want me...I’m sure one of these men would...maybe Simon-“ you stumbled your way to the door before Negan abruptly grabbed you by your wrist.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere like that.”

“Let go of me! You don’t want me that’s fine, I’m not staying here!” You screamed at him attempting to free yourself but Negans strength overpowered you.

“Stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you! This isn’t you-“ he shook you trying to snap you out of it but your body was practically limp in his arms.

“What do you even know about who I am? I’m just another woman you wanted to add on your list.”

As sexually attracted as Negan was to you, it wasn’t the only thing that pulled him towards you. He may not have known you very well but he was interested in getting to do so. Your faith and confidence about your faith was something he looked up to. It was something he needed at a time that he didn’t want to admit that sometimes he actually felt helpless.

Negan stayed staring down at you for a moment unable to find the right words to express himself and even if he did he knew you were too drunk to even understand.

“Let me get you some water.” He whispered before sitting you down on the couch. Not having the energy to fight any longer you let yourself relax on the couch as he went to get you something to drink. As he did, you felt your eyes suddenly grow very heavy, each blink making it harder for you to stay awake.

You drifted off into a deep sleep.

Negan stepped back into the room with a fresh glass of water only to find you slumped over on the couch asleep. Placing the glass down, he walked to you and gently picked you up in his arms. He lay you in his bed and covered you up. Negan found himself smiling at house peaceful you looked when he looked up and noticed his bat was not where he had originally left it by the bed. The bat was something you had not seen nor did you know what he had done with it. If you knew how many lives he had taken with that bat, Negan knew you would never speak to him or want to be near him. He took the bat and hid it under his desk before taking off his shoes and getting himself comfortable to lay on the couch and fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up with a headache you had never felt before. Your eyes hadn’t even opened yet and your head throbbed making you whimper half asleep.

“Morning, sleepy head.” Your eyes widened at the sound of Negans voice. You gasped to find yourself in what you figured was his bedroom.

How the hell did you get in there?

“What?” You whispered in shock realizing you were in his very bed wearing the very short dress you cut.

“Oh my..-“ You whispered beginning to feel sick to your stomach as you pulled the covers up. What could have happened? The thought of having sex with a man and not being able to remember began to eat away at you.

“We..-“

“No.” Negan cut you off bluntly as he went over a few papers on his desk when someone suddenly rushed in his room.

It was Rhonda.

The look on Rhonda’s face as she saw you laying in Negans bed was one you couldn’t forget. The feel of more shame took over you, what could you say?

“Excuse the fuck out of you. Were you called to come in here?”

Negan turned towards her as she stood suddenly with a look of embarrassment. She never wanted Negan upset with her.

“N-no Negan I’m sorry-“

“So why are you here?”

“I just thought-“

“Leave.” Stunned with rejection and jealousy, Rhonda left the room. Negan noticed you began to get up from the bed, wincing as you placed your hand on your head.

“You’re gonna feel like shit for a bit, I suggest you lay back down.”

“I need to go to my room.” You insisted without looking his way still in shock with what you let yourself do.

“You know you can stay here right. You don’t have to rush out.”

You shook your head as you carefully stood up from the bed pulling your dress down the best you could.

“Whatever happened last night, I’m sorry. I should’ve never come here...I really shouldn’t have.” Negan watched as you walked out of the room with your head down, he could tell how guilty you felt.

Your head continuing to throb you wrapped your arms around yourself walking back to your room. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you didn’t like the feeling.

“Walk of shame huh?” Rhonda’s voice made you sigh to yourself but you didn’t stop walking only making her angrier.

“You think you’re better than any of us?!” She yelled getting in your face.

“I don’t think I’m better than anyone, Rhonda. Nothing happened between Negan and I.”

She couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh.

“Please...I know you did something for him. You were in his room for fuck sake...he doesn’t let anyone stay in his room..let alone stay the night.”

“Just leave me alone.” You went to move past her when she unexpectedly shoved you making you stumble backwards.

“Or what? You think Negan gives a shit about you? You’re just-“

“Hey!”

Rhonda gasped loudly not knowing Negan had been hearing every thing she said to you. Over come with exhaustion and irritation you looked back at Negan before continuing to your bedroom. Negan made his way towards the two of you stopping before Rhonda and giving her a threatening stare. You had nothing to say, you wanted out of that dress and away from everyone.

Finally in your room you aggressively pushed the dress off of you throwing it to the side. Grabbing another dress you had, you felt a sense of relief feeling it fall freely on your body. Gently lifting your hair up you felt the cool breeze on the back of your neck, you were starting to feel like you when you heard a knock on your door.

You knew it was Negan.

Negan being who he was didn’t wait for you to open the door and instead let himself in.

“Excuse me-“

“Excuse you, thinking you can just come to my damn room drunk like that, wearing something like that and thinking you could just fucking leave.” He slammed the door shut behind him, his words caught you by surprise, although he was right you didn’t expect it.

“Negan I’m sorry about that I don’t know what got into me-“

“You got some big beach ball sized lady nuts, letting yourself into my room like that-“ he continued to speak as he stepped closer to you, towering over you.

“Helping yourself to my drinks and then telling me if I didn’t want you, another man here would. Which I didn’t fucking like by the way-“

“Negan I’m sorry.” You stepped back nervously, your back now against the wall.

“See I’m a very fucking jealous man especially when I’m into someone and I don’t react very well to jealousy.” The more he spoke the more he shocked you. Did he just say he was into you?

“Then finishing my whiskey...sweetheart you need to know how to handle a mans drink before you let it take control of you and fuck-“ he stared down at you with desire.

“I wanted you so damn bad.”

You wanted him too, he could see it, he could feel it but you fought with yourself, with your beliefs. Then you remembered what Rhonda said, every little thing she ever said.

“I can’t.” You whispered looking away from him.

“What are you letting what this bitch said get in the way of what you want, you’re gonna let her scare you the fuck away?!”

“I don’t fear anyone but God.”

Negan knew that was your main concern, he understood, he respected it but he also knew what he wanted.

“I know you don’t get my faith and how I think but it’s not a joke to me-“

“No one said it was, Dinah. And for your information, honey, I may not get your faith but I do fucking appreciate it. You don’t want to do anything because of that, that’s fine, I respect it but don’t play games with me.”

“Games?” You looked up at him flustered.

“Do you have any fucking idea what it’s like to find the woman you’ve been desiring in your bedroom ready to give herself to you? If I was anybody else I would’ve-“

“But you’re not.” You whispered gently. It was true, Negan could’ve taken advantage and done what he wanted and God knows how much that would’ve killed you in the morning to not remember.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” Negans expression softened at the tone of your voice. You did not know much about Negan, who he was or what he had done but he was good to you. A man who respected you with or without beliefs was one you found yourself to like even more. You hated that it left you flustered, wanting to do something but holding back.

Enough was enough.

“I couldn’t.” Negan spoke low as he stepped closer.

“Trust and believe the day you first feel me in you, I want you to remember it.”

Did this man have any idea what he was doing to you with the things he said?

“I want you to remember every single..touch.” He whispered as you felt his hand slide up your waist. He could see the strength to hold back leaving your eyes, the hunger growing in you to finally give in and do what you truly wanted.

“Negan..”

You closed your eyes as he seductively moved his hands up to your face, you could feel he was about to kiss you. You could feel his warm breath against your lips...you ached for him. The second your lips touched he felt you weak in his arms, you let your arms fall on his shoulders as he devoured you. Your back against the wall, he pressed his hard member against your pelvis. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you.

Whatever he pleased.

Swirling his tongue around yours, you felt his hand between the two of you as he unzipped his pants. He urgently pulled your hand down and made you feel his bare cock in your hand. He was burning hot, rock hard in your hand.

You didn’t know what to do.

Negan grabbed your hand and began moving it up and down, you could feel how urgently he needed to feel you. It aroused you like never before. Moaning into your lips, you squealed as he picked you up and made you wrap your legs around him. Your dress instantly riding up around him but you didn’t care. Not knowing what his next move was, you allowed your body to trust what he wanted. You moaned feeling his hand slip further to the lining of your underwear. Pushing them aside you were ready to feel his finger just as you did before but instead were surprised to feel something much bigger.

“Negan..” You whispered against his lips, his look was intense, he couldn’t control himself. Thrusting his hips you practically screamed against him feeling him fully enter you. Grabbing onto him tightly as he held you up against the wall you felt him thrust again. You gasped digging your nails into his jacket, you didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

“Dinah-“ he whispered holding himself still, his lips against your ear. Out of breath from the excitement and shock you didn’t say a word and felt him move again. Into the moment you slowly let your body get used to something it had never felt before. His length filled you up and started to hit spots you didn’t even know you needed him to hit. All you knew was that it felt good. It felt even better than last time.

You moaned with more pleasure making Negan look down at you, noticing that you were beginning to feel good with him turned him on even more.

“Feels good huh?” He smirked but you were so lost in the satisfaction he was making you feel, you could barely form a sentence. You didn’t want it to stop.

“Don’t-“ you whispered with your eyes closed.

“Don’t what?” He teased before he grabbed you and moved you to the bed. He stood before you as you lay back, grabbing onto your hips thrusting as hard as he could.

Moaning loudly, you completely forgot that others could hear right outside. In that moment, nothing mattered. You screamed grabbing onto the covers as Negan was drenched in sweat, shaking his head to move the drips of sweat away from his eyes. You could tell he was about to finish.

“Oh fuck!” He quickly pulled out and released himself all over your inner thigh. Negans moaned echoed throughout your room, it was deep and loud and something you did not expect. He stumbled back against the wall out of breath and grabbed your cut up dress on the floor to dry his face.

“Holy shit, Dinah.” He whispered out of breath. You lay still with your legs spread before him, Negan wiped your thigh and helped you up back on your feet. You were speechless and in shock with yourself. Negan could see it in your eyes as he zipped his pants back up.

“Don’t.” He uttered low seeing the guilt in you as you fixed your dress.

“Don’t start beating yourself up, you didn’t do shit wrong.” Without saying a word you stared up at him, attempting to fix your hair when a sudden knock on the door distracted him.

“Negan it’s me Simon, we have a problem!”

Before Negan walked away he leaned in and kissed you lightly on the lips.

“Chin up, honey. I want to see you later.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the sound of his husky low voice, he walked off to the door and left the room. Not being able to help how you felt you began to pray. It wasn’t easy making these big sudden changes in your lifestyle but Negan..Negan was something else. Negan was something you couldn’t resist.

“What’s going on?” Negan stepped out to see Simon and a few of his men waiting for him.

“We got that group you’ve been wanting us to find, their leader is with them...think his name is Rick?” Negan grinned at the news he had just received. For months it had been an on going war with people he had never yet come across. For months they had been killing his men and they were going to pay.

“Gonna kill those sons of bitches.” One of the guys laughed standing beside Simon. Negans grin slowly disappeared as he looked back at your bedroom door and thought of you.

What you would think of him.

“Dinah is not to know a fucking thing about any of this shit, understood-“

“We never tell the new people anyways.” Simon responded a bit confused.

“She is never to know about any of this shit or my bat. Ever.” Negan meant what he said and Simon could tell he took it very serious immediately nodding his head.

“Got you, boss. No worries.” Negan nodded his head before walking off with his men not realizing Rhonda stood close by hearing what they said. Negan didn’t want you to know about his horrible ways, she would be sure to scare you off letting you know about the man you had just let yourself sleep with.

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