EPISODE TWELVE "you know where to find me" SEASON 6
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GREY KINGSTON
home sweet home.
the sanctuary is a large, tall building—tall enough you have to crane your neck to see all of it. the small, square windows line its exterior walls, some are busted out. it's hard to imagine grass ever growing out front with the grainy, sun-bleached sand under our shoes. instead of a welcome mat or sign, there's a feeding zoo of walkers in a gated fence.
rick and i give each other a wary glance before following the men inside the abandoned factory. it's a mix of concrete and metal, floor to ceiling; cold and bare.
a crowd of saviors occupy the first floor. their chatter slowly dies down at the sight of us walking in. the further we're led, the crowd parts into two like the red sea, making way for us until we come to a stop. our eyes travel up to the second level, a railing lines the balcony at the top of the stairs where negan stands.
the saviors around us all take a knee, kneeling to him as if he's their king.
"everybody," negan's voice echos, bouncing off the high ceiling. "meet grey and rick. grey, rick, meet everybody."
heads turn and eyes land on us. my chest rises with a shaky inhale and a layer of goosebumps tickle the back of my neck at the feeling of all these eyes on me.
"if you're not nice to our guests, you can kiss dinner goodbye for a week." negan announces, and the gaze of the strangers turn away from us.
negan motions to the two men who brought us here. we climb the rattling stairs as the saviors below us slowly return to the tasks they were busy with beforehand.
"davey, sire, why don't you show rick how we do things around here? stop and get a refreshment too while you're it. grey, i'd like for you to come with me."
"we stay together." rick speaks up.
"not today you don't!" negan shakes his head. "come on, it's just a tour, rick. don't get your panties in a twist."
i watch as rick reluctantly heads down the walkway to the opposite set of stairs. once his head of curls disappears, i turn around to face negan.
he flashes me a smile, "come along."
my footsteps trail slightly behind his as we climb the stairs. at the turn of each staircase, where the floor level is painted big on the wall, he stops to tell me what the floor is used for.
maintenance of electricity, storage, the floor his wives reside on, and the fifth level—"this is the residential floor for the workers." negan says over his shoulder before pushing open the heavy doors. "as requested by your father, i will let you stop by, but as promised to you, he won't bother you. i'll make sure of it."
