An uncoordinated whistle ran throughout  the entire van, falling on the ears of three leather-clad individuals. The driver, while not really annoyed by the random whistling, occasionally glanced over to the passenger seat to look at his leader. Said leader seemed to be occupied with cleaning bloody brain bits and ear pieces off of his baseball bat, which was wrapped in tangled barbed wire. The whistle slowed down as the leader noticed his diver's stare, a frown crossing his slightly bearded face. "...What? Am I bad at whistling?"

"N-No, of course not...N-negan..."The driver nervously responded, averting his eyes from the gory bat and yet finding himself drawn back to it with a sickening taste in his mouth. He pointed at an object dangling from the side of the bat with a cough. "It's just...uh...there's a uh..." he pointed again, but didn't continue with the sentence.

Negan turned his favorite little lady around bit by bit until his eyes lit up; a gloved hand revealed that he had an eyeball dangling by the stem between his fingers. The leader's face twisted into an eerily satisfied, calm grin. "Ah, look at that...You saw that from the truck, didn't ya? When I gave that one on the end a little..." He slapped his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a short clucking sound. "Now that was some gross sh#t, wasn't it?"

The driver only returned his attention to the road, but Negan wasn't nearly finished. "...Anyway, I'll bet you boys are wondering where I'll be headed off to by my lonesome, huh?"

"Sure would ease my conscience. "Simon, his right-hand man, nodded from the back and shared a chuckle with Negan.

"Heh heh... Well, if you must know...I've been feelin' a little...bored as of lately. Don't get me wrong, boys, doing this is fun...but when you have just one hobby to enjoy like I do, it jes' don't cut it..." Negan looked out the window, chewing the inside of his mouth with thoughts in his twisted head. " Don't ask me how I know or nothin...but I plan on walking from here to a new job I jes' discovered...that means stop the car."

Once the car did slow a stop, The driver noticed a startled jump that a rotting figure was limping towards them. Negan noticed this after the figure shuffled emotionlessly towards his door,snarling in a raspy tone. The murdering gang leader kicked open the door forcefully enough to make the walker stumble back and leave enough time for Lucille to finish things off with a single strike. Sighing happily at his girl's work, he turned back to face the two still in the car. "Welp: I'll be walking from from here. You two head on back home."

"Is...I-Is this all you want? Can I see her now...?"

Simon looked ready to snap at the driver, but his leader cut him off with a raise of his hand. The driver looked at them in dawning apprehension, but it was too late to take back his question.

"...Buddy,Buddy,Buddy...Wow. You must be deaf. Not just hard 'a hearing--Deaf. You remember what i told you the last time you asked for yer girl? Lemme refresh yer memory..." Negan calmly stalked over to the driver's side of the car, but suddenly his entire demeanor changed. The car door was flung open and the driver found himself struggling to get out of the vice-grip of Negan, who flung him to the ground right where the walker fell a minute before. A knee pinned his head painfully to the ground in front of those dead, hungry eyes and frozen mouth full of bloody teeth. "I told ya that yer girl was all alone in a big metal box.  Now Imma tell ya somethin' different. If you ask me about her again...I'll let one of these suckers keep her company. Think I won't? Try me."

After several tense seconds, Negan slowly let the whimpering man up and got his feet with a sour frown. He gestured for the man to get back in the car and then scowled at Simon. "You're in charge till I get back. Don't let everything fall apart, hmm?"

With an acknowledging nod, Negan began to walk into the unseen distance, pulling something rectangular from inside his jacket.

Twilight should've been more than happy with the new library she'd created, from the grueling dimensions to the painstaking cost of painting the place. Then she had to ship in tons of books from her own castle and a few other libraries in Equestria, trying to make the most diverse library ever recorded here in the wondrous town of ponyville. From natural history books to nonfiction books to art tutorials to comics to fiction books, Twilight made sure to include it all in her soon-to-be public collection. There were more books in the giant room now than she'd ever had to organize before, even that time when she spent three days organizing the books of her castle. The organizing process for the current time would be easier with employees...but that was where her problem lay....Lie...was.

For some reason, NOPONY wanted to sign up as an employee even with her position as the alicorn princess of friendship. Each of her closest friends gave excuses, Starlight tried to say no as kindly s she possibly could and everypony else she tried simply said no. Twilight could've forced somepony to work there, but she didn't like the idea of forcing her citizens to do anything. But she, even with Spike's assistance, couldn't possibly hope to open the store before friday. Maybe she would have to extend things to next week, so she could have the time to--

"Twilight!" The sound of Spike's voice shrieking in the air got her attention, and she noted that his voice was coming from beneath the crystal floor. "Uh, there's someone here to see you!"

The princess furrowed her brow as she trotted down the stairs, whoever might be visiting was somepony that Spike had never seen before...and come to think of it, he said 'someone'. The only place he'd said that word was in the human world, where Sunset Shimmer currently resided. But a human in Equestria was pretty much impossible; their physical composition would be changed to that of a pony. In any case, Twilight finally the reached the door and her worried looking assistant. "Who is it, Spi..."

She trailed off when she spotted a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat, almost completely soaked in blood sprinkled small bits of flesh. Her wide eyes traveled way, way up the wooden stick until she saw the full figure of a human leaning on the baseball bat.

"Hey there. You must be Twilight...I'm Negan." She blinked rapidly as his bearded smile grew wider and bore more yellow teeth. "I hear you're need of a worker?"