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Plan Of Action: Kill, Kill, Kill!

The walkers just kept coming, a constant wave from the direction of the border. Day and night, night and day, we defended Alexandria even if the work was hard.

I stumbled on my feet as I tugged my arm back, the harsh force removing my sword from the skull it was previously planted. We all tried so hard but spirits were starting to dampen, as we knew the moment this herd was defeated a new one would simply take its place.

What was it, two days now? Two full days of slicing and killing and protecting and I was beginning to get overwhelmingly exhausted. I was barely able to hold my arm up anymore, the adrenaline worn off long ago.

Despite my sleepiness I kept going, my eyebrows furrowing when a living woman wandered towards the gate. She was one of them, the skin of someone else covering her own features as she stepped over the bodies. My heart beat grew erratic, pure fury pumping through my veins as I gripped my weapon tighter.

"The north border. Now." The stranger requested sternly, her voice grating as words spat from her grimy lips.

"Call off your walkers." Michonne hissed in response, my eyes flitting to the heaps upon heaps of the dead.

"Not us." The woman shrugged, but it was difficult to believe. No one could control the walkers the way they did.

"Yeah, right." Daryl growled lowly, his eyes narrowed at the Whisperer. Why else would all these walkers some directly towards us?

She sighed with exasperation, her gaze returning to Michonne. "Go to the border, lay down your weapons, and wait." She repeated.

"Wait for what?" I questioned, my tone biting. I didn't want to waste another moment talking to this lady. She turned slowly, her eyes hard as she left our sight.

"Her."

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The meeting room was chaos, murmurs and indistinct words spouting from every pair of lips I could see. I leaned on the large oak table at the front and centre, my ankles crossed as I waited for the conversation to die down.

All eyes were on Michonne as she spoke up, finally saying the question that was on all of our minds. "Is this your mom?" It was directed at Lydia, who hunched nervously at the desk by the window.

"No. I don't think it is." She glanced around at the glaring faces, the people who couldn't accept that she was one of us now. If I could realise Lydia wasn't at fault for her mother's actions then it shouldn't be difficult for them to do the same.

"Why's she wanna talk with us?" Daryl asked next, his voice clear in the stony silence.

Lydia shook her head like it was an obvious answer. "You crossed into her land. Again. You have to answer for that."

We all knew about the rules Alpha set in place, that we could no longer go past the border without dire consequences. Her retaliation was predicted the moment the fire started to spread.

"We don't have to do anything. We could just not go." Aaron piped up, his gaze low as he considered the response. "We're already under attack."

There was a chorus of agreements, jeers and yells from others as they let out their angered opinions.

"It isn't her." Lydia insisted again, her voice raised. "If she wanted you dead, she'd send the horde. All of it, not just a few waves at a time." I believed what she said, knowing that if anyone could predict Alpha's tactics, it was the girl sitting in front of me.