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GREY KINGSTON
i march my way back to the house, each step louder than the last, a clear sign that my current mood is annoyed.
glenn, tara, noah, and i officially met nicholas and aiden today for our run. they are dumbasses—they tie walkers up for the fun of it, use them as a form of pre-gaming before hitting the road. they don't give it any thought that the walkers could get loose and kill somebody.
they said they lost a few of their supply runners a couple weeks ago and it took everything in me not to say that didn't surprise me. their way of doing things is just not right or safe—glenn, tara, and noah think the same thing.
i open the front door to the blue house and i'm met with carl putting his shoes on.
"where're you goin'?" i ask.
he looks up at me from where he's sitting on the floor, "ron's house to play video games. what happened to you?" his eyes glance over the blood splattered on my face and neck.
"walkers. ron has video games?"
"yeah! you wanna come with?"
"i would, but i should probably shower first." i close my eyes. "god, that sounds weird to say."
carl grins at me, standing up now that his shoes are laced, "see ya later."
"bye." i smile, watching him walk out the door.
"how was the run?" carol asks, making me turn to face her as she stands in the kitchen. she's stirring something in a big mixing bowl.
"fine." i shrug my shoulders. "all we really did is kill walkers and argue. what're you makin'?"
"cookies." she smiles. "they're for the get-together at aaron and eric's tonight."
"cookies? out of what, grass and tree sap?"
"no." she shakes her head, drawing out her words. "acorns and beets."
i'm focused on watching her stir the batter together, "you think that's gonna taste good?"
"i'll let you be the first to try."
i smile as i laugh, "okay. i'll be upstairs."
one hot shower later and i'm dressed in clean clothes and ready for the rest of my day. i jog down the stairs, having to grip the railing on the last step from being startled with the six pairs of eyes turning to look at me.
"oh—god!" i exclaim, frightened at the sight of michonne and rick wearing navy blue and black cop uniforms.
"that was my reaction too." daryl nods his head, throwing a snack of some sort into his mouth.
