Rise of the Rejected Luna

"Phoebe!" Negan yelled out, running toward me when he heard my scream.

But I was too stunned to even acknowledge his presence, all my attention placed on the thing dangling on the tree.

And by ’thing’, I meant Brittany’s dead body, hoisted up by a garden pipe tied around her neck and unto the tree branch as if she was a mere decoration.

"By the moon," Negan muttered when he stood beside me, his eyes staring at the dead body with all sorts of hidden emotions.

I glanced at him, my breathing increasing as I tried to process everything.

There wasn’t much to process since it was quite clear that Brittany killed herself.

But why did I have a weird feeling about this? As if there was something more to the whole thing.

My stomach churned as I looked away from her dead body, placing my hand on my hand and hoping that I wouldn’t puke.

"We’ll have to involve the Alpha Council in this. This is getting out of control." Negan blurted with a resolute voice, bringing out his phone and dialing a number.

Wasn’t it too late to start calling people to the scene?

I looked away from him, my gaze falling on Brittany’s body again.