Give Me Hope || {twd} ➳ book two of the hope series.

Chapter Eleven.

"alright Joelle. i am assigning you, promise, and snow to run duty." Deanna says, after calling me in to her office.
it was about five in the morning, and really no one else was awake.
i walk around her office, picking up random things here and there.
"joelle? are you listening?"
"yea yea. going on a run. promise snow and i. i got it." i say sarcastically.
"alright. im gonna get you guys some weapons. come with me." deanna says, standing up.
"i want my knife."
"fine, fine, fine. you can have your knife." she gives in, and i smirk.
im never giving it back.
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we walk into the weapons room, and i pass by her.
"here. take your knife while i get out some guns." deanna says, passing me my knife.
i toss it around in my hands, examining the handle, with the patterns carved into it.
i look over to the window, as she had her head in the weapons bin.
i placed my back against the window, and quickly unlocked it before she lifted her head up.
i smiled at her when she saw me, and she gave me a suspicious look, but wound up just shrugging it off.
"here. three guns. be safe." she says, and we exit the artillery room.
*******
I walk back down to the house, just as the sun was coming up.
"hey!" i hear a voice say, and turn around to see catherine on her porch.
"oh, hi! what are you doing up? its pretty early."
"oh. i dont know. i kinda just like to watch the sun rise. you?" she said, her voice high.
"i have to go on a run." i say, holding up the guns.
her eyes widen, and she nods unsurely.
i chuckled, and continue to walk.
"bye joey!" she yells, running back into her house.
*******
i walk into my groups house, walking into the living room where everyone was sleeping.
"rise and shine fuckers." i say loudly, tossing the guns onto the couch.
"joelle, what are you doing?" rick asks, as everyone wakes up.
"promise, snow and i are going on a run. chop chop. deanna's orders." i say, stomping my combat boots loudly against the hardwood floors.
carl flops back down on his bed pulling his covers over his head.
promise and snow emerge from their beds, standing up to stretch.
"grab a gun. lets get a move on!" i yell, tossing everyone a gun.
we make our way to the door, and i rush them out.
"by the way, the window to the artillery room is unlocked." i say, before slamming the door.
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snow's pov;
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"well. doesnt she seem awfully peppy today?" i whisper to promise, walking behind joelle while tucking my gun into my holster.
she nods in agreement, and we approach the fence.
a man pulls it open, and we all step outside.
"joelle, please dont tell me all this is to get over carl." promise asks, as we exit.
"hell no. im over him."
*******
we walk around, and joelle has already shot seventeen walkers.
shes going crazy.
well, not really.
*******
holy moly guacamole.
we ran into two boys, looking about our age.
"im luke. and this is mikey." the tall, dirty blonde said.
I've definitely seen mikey before, but definitely not luke.
i would have remembered if i saw someone that hot.
i felt red form across my cheeks, and i looked down trying to hide it.
"hey, you guys are the new group right? joelle, promise... and?" he asked, looking at me.
"im snow." i replied, and he shook my hand.
"lovely name."
"thanks you- uh i mean- um- yea- you're hot."
*******
"i cannot believe you called him hot!" promise nearly yelled, giving me a light shove.
"im sorry!" i said, shooing her away.
"dont be sorry! its hilarious!" joelle chuckled, shoving me even harder.
"its not like anythings going to happen between us." i look down, blushing.
"you never know. you should have seen the way he looked at you." promsie replied, as we made our way back into alexandria.