The Third Dixon [The walking dead]

Chapter eight

Measi was the last person to walk up to the gate, her sniper ready in her hands as she walked while scoping out the area. When a can rattled, they all turned to look, Daryl actually shooting the thing that came out. A possum. 

''We brought dinner.'' Measi chuckled at him as she turned to look at the curly head who just opened the gate. ''It's okay.'' Aaron spoke as he lead the group inside. ''Come on in, guys.''

''Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons.'' Measi scoffed as she held her sniper close to her body, no-one was taking that from her. ''Stay, you hand them over.''

''We don't know if we want to stay.''

''It's fine, Nicholas.'' Aaron spoke, looking at the group as Rick spoke. 

''If we were gonna use them, we would have started already.''

''Let them talk to Deanna first.''

''Who's Deanna?'' Abraham yelled from besides Measi, who looked around for other exits than the gate. If things went south, she wanted to get out fast. 

''She knows everything you'd want to know about this place.'' Aaron turned to Rick with a small smile, looking at their leader. ''Rick, why don't you start?'' 

''Measi.'' she looked up to Rick to see him nod at a walker behind the gate. She smirked as she lifted the scope to her eye, hitting the walker straight between the eyes.

''Hello. I'm Deanna Monroe.'' Measi looked up from the bookshelf she was browsing in Deanna's office. 

''Measi Dixon.'' She pushed a book back in between the others as she frowned at Deanna who was getting a camera ready. ''You mind if I film this?'' She shrugged as she sat down in the chair in front of it. ''Go ahead, I guess.'' 

''You're young.''

''Good observation.'' 

''How young, if I may ask?''

''Nineteen by now.'' She looked at her hands before looking up again. ''Birthday just passed a month ago.''

''You keep track?''

''Not really, just have a good sense of time.'' Deanna hummed before motioning to Measi's right hand. ''I can't help but notice your hand, how-''

''Amputation. Got bit.'' She glanced at her knuckled where she could still feel the fingers even though they were no longer there. ''We had a doctor so it healed pretty quickly.'' 

''And your arm?'' She frowned as she placed her hand on her arm. ''I noticed the dried blood, seems like an odd placement.'' 

''I don't want to talk about that.'' Her face changed from a frown to a stone cold stare at Deanna. ''Alright, I respect that.'' She looked at the girl again. ''How long have you been out there?''

''Since the start.'' She thought back on the prison. ''With a two year break in between, we had a good base, a prison.'' She sighed as the image of the governor in front of their home. ''We lost a lot of people than, including my boyfriend.'' 

''I'm sorry to hear that.'' 

''Thanks.''  

''Did you know him from before?'' She shook her head. ''I don't know anyone from before except for Daryl.'' 

''He's mentioned that. Half-siblings. Those are rare.''

''Not really, a lot of them just don't know they are siblings.'' Measi didn't like how Deanna tried to read her. She may have been good at it with the others, but Measi was better at it than Deanna was. ''Were you ever scared, out there?''