The Grandfather of the Reunion

Act 2-4

Bullworth Academy

Starting first memory playback with: Memory of certain day

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With no other choice than to let Talulah massacre whoever is up there, Hosea slowly climbs up, and expected his head to be bludgeoned as soon as he got out of there.

With his head exposed in the hole of the gazebo, the first thing Hosea sees were a pair of biker boots. He worked his way up the biker boots to look and see who was calling them. Tucked into a pair of denim jeans, a closed up leather jacket, and a red scarf, the man who was calling out to them was in front of Hosea.

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Man: "Be careful, old man; you might get a heart attack from my big dick."

*Hosea doesn't want to respond to that, so he continued to climb up until he's out of the hole itself. Now out of the hole, he could finally distinguish the features of the man.*

*He's taller than him, making him feel slightly inadequate. The man has a strong jaw, a patchy stubble, and slicked back hair. Probably middle-aged by his wrinkles, and the wear and tear of his face. He stretches his arms out, and does a slow circle like he's in a fashion show.*

Man: "You like what you see?"

Hosea: "Barely."

Prepubescent voice: "Alright, old man, tell us who you are."

*From behind him was a prepubescent voice—not high pitched nor breaking as you well may think, it was slightly deep. Probably experienced late-staged puberty. Hosea slowly turns to his side, make sure to keep his eyes still on the leather jacket man, and looked to see where the voice came from.*

*A small teenager wearing a green beanie, and military sweater, combat pants, and hiking boots is aiming a Glock 19 at Hosea's head. The kid is nothing more than probably thirteen years old or something, and yet, he has that piercing look that says "I'm a goddamn survivor."*

*Hosea tried his best to appeal to these randoms, and not get his head blown off, while also calming his agitated group from inside.*

Hosea: "Listen, I don't want to cause any trouble; I'm just here, exploring this bunker with my group. I'm Hosea, Hosea Altrovich, and I'm just an old man."

*The man with a leather jacket widened his eyes, and his grin as he studied Hosea.*

Man: "You?...an old man? You don't even look like a hundred years old."

Hosea: *He coughs and clears his throat.* "Trust me, I am. Now, I said my name, you say yours—it's only fair."

*The man and the child exchange glances, and slowly backed away—not to leave, but to keep distance. The child slowly lowered his pistol, but doesn't put it away.*

Negan: "I'm Negan... Negan Dean Morgan. That there is Jimmy, Jimmy Crosman."

Jimmy: "Not a Crosman anymore, I doubt there are some of my bloodline still alive anyway."

Negan: "Legally, you still are."

Jimmy: "You got a point."

Talulah: "Hosea! Are you okay?!"

Hosea: "I'm fine! Just give me a minute. Now, how the hell did you find us?"

*Negan and Jimmy eyed Hosea in confusion like he said something stupid. Negan then gestures to the open hatch, which causes Hosea to mutter "Oh..."*