"Early," Negan said, and frowned slightly as he tried to remember exactly when they were from. "A year or two after things went to shit? Way fucking before the Sanctuary. Before I met Dwight..."
Before a lot of things. Before he had a chance to lose just too many people and steel himself over like he was now. Or at least, how he used to be.
"We started off in a group of shitheads, called themselves the Pack, and acted like a bunch of fucking animals," he recalled. "They got fucked over by a herd, and Gretel and I ran. We've been holed up for the winter in a house in the middle of fucking nowhere. Every fucking night."
It was just as difficult for him to process, if not moreso. Calling it a mind-fuck was an understatement.
"It feels like I haven't fucking slept in a week."