luna mortimer-smith had long learned not to trust anyone, staying in the middle of the woods as to avoid any contact with the dead or any other humans.
one evening, she'd gone out to check her hunting traps like usual. little did she realize, thoug...
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"No! No way in hell, that was not the deal." Gregory said, pacing back and forth behind his desk. "You people swore that you could take the Saviors out, and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done-null and void. We aren't friends, we aren't trade partners, and we never met. Hmm? We don't know each other." Gregory sighed as he sat down at his desk. "I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk."
"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place." Jesus nodded, his arms crossed over his chest. "Your courage was inspiring."
"Hey, don't you work for me? Aren't we friends?" Gregory huffed.
"Gregory, we already started this." Rick said, walking up to Gregory's desk.
"You started it." Gregory tried.
"We did, and we're gonna win." Rick said.
"These are killers!" Gregory exclaimed.
"Is this how you wanna live?" Rick asked. "Under their thumb, killing your people?"
"S-Sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like." Gregory said. "Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."
"How many people can we spare?" Maggie asked, stepping forward. "How many people here can fight?"
"We?" Gregory scoffed. "I don't even know how many people we have, Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean...w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna wanna fight."
"You're wrong." Tara spoke up. "When people have the chance to do the right thing, they usually step up. I-I mean people just-"
"Let me stop you before you break into song, okay?" Gregory said, holding out his hand. "And, by the way, who would train all this cannon fodder?"
"I will." Sasha said.
"Give me a week." Rosita said at the same time.
"Rhetorical, okay? I don't wanna know!" Gregory said. "I never wanna hear another word about any of it, ever."
"Would we be better if without the Saviors, yes or no?" Rick asked, exasperated.
"Yeah, sure, okay." Gregory relented.
"So, what will you do to fix the problem?" Michonne asked, taking over.
"I didn't say we had problem. You did." Gregory said quickly. "And what happens outside of my purview is outside of my purview."
"What the hell, man?" Daryl asked, pushing off the wall. "You either with us or you ain't. You're sitting over there talking outta both sides of your mouth."
"I-I think I've made my position very clear." Gregory said, standing up. "And I want to thank all of you for not being here today and not having this meeting with me or being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back." Rick sighed, looking around before nodding and starting to leave. Everyone followed behind him, sending their glares Gregory's way as they left.
