𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

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𝚒𝚒: 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳?
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          ANKA
Michonne and I sat on a porch, watching the gates and the people walking around. We were on our toes observing, watching ever slightest movement. Sudden we see the gates open, two new vehicles approaching. A crowd surrounded the place, the governor speaking out to the crowd, talking about the fallen. I didn't buy any of that bullshit. I could hear the phoniness from his voice. The dishonest words he passed off as the truth. I hate this prick.

I walked around, observing with the new vehicles. There was a tank. I could feel Michonne from behind me. I could tell who it was by the steps she made. I've been with her for an entire year, the sound of her quiet foot shuffling because common to hear from now. I kept quiet, pointing as the bullet shots in the metal. Michonne pushed her finger inside the whole, her finger being painted with a red liquid. The bullet shot through them at piercing the vehicle . Michonne climbed to the back of the vehicle, a small puddle of blood beneath her feet. I clenched my fist. I knew it something wasn't right. I held my hand out to held Michonne down, she took it and jumped down. We walked away, only to see the governor looking at the both of us. "Pretty amazing. We find more ammo, we could cut down a whole pack of biters. I hear you three are leaving today. That's a shame. We could use soldiers like you."

"You seem like you're holding your own." Michonne stood in front of me, sheltering me from the creepy man. It reminded me of a older sister protection type thing. It felt warm despite the aura they both gave off. Michonne could see the eyes he was giving me, immediately stepping up to protect me. "Even the National Guard was overrun."

"No amount of training can prepare you for the world today." The governor said, shaking his head slightly. Michonne holding her hands behind her back, she carefully struts towards the man wearing a vest. I looked at the two, connecting eyes with the Governor. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip as he stared at me. I shivered, diverting my attention away from them. Instead I looked back at the bullet holes in the vehicle.

"You think biters figured out how to use weapons?" I bite my lip, placing my hand over my mouth to hold back a cackle. I didn't want to burst out laughing, so I bit my lip until a metallic taste filled my mouth. If it wasn't obvious enough, Michonne and I are not dumb. We don't lack common sense, these bullet shots are fresh, the blood is dry. Michonne asking him questions that had obvious answers yet he still gave rise answers. I look up at Michonne, her face close to the governors. "...Thank god"

With that Michonne and I walked away from him, stealing one more glance. His eyes roamed over top of our bodies, sending shivers down my spine. This hormonal deep shit better lay off with his damn eyes. I wanted to puke, I walked quicker to match Michonnes pace. I put my palms in my back pockets, in the corner of my eye I can see that black man still following us. I rolled my eyes, was he planning on following us the entire time? "What're you planning, Mich? I'm gonna follow whatever you're planning."