Today, we put down a group of about seven walkers. Among them is a guy I swear was with the Pimp's group. His front has about three knife stabs and his face is a mess – and he's pretty newly dead so it's easier to pick out what's a black eye and what's rot. I quickly drive a screwdriver into his temple and then roll him face-down with my foot. Later, when I check Negan's bandages, he's got a long scratch along his upper arm.