"The hardest lesson in the world: maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They ain't coming back."
~Cormac McCarthy
The world is nothing but a frame of what it used to be. Plagued with the dead that walk with jarred teeth. T...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The gun in her hand felt light, fingers flexing near the trigger like muscle memory. Green hues dilated, fixated on the stranger at their door. Noticing the clean shave along his jaw, and the neat cut of his hair. Clothes nearly spotless with only a few scrapes of dirt staining the fabric.
Daryl did not hesitate to hastily march forward, crossbow in hand as he disregarded 'Aarron'. Scouting outside the barn for others that could be with the stranger. "We met outside. He's by himself." Maggie tried to assure, "we took his weapons and we took his gear" her words gave no assurance to the paranoid survivors. Daryl with no warning roughly patting the man down, ensuring he held nothing that could harm the group.
Caden directed the barrel of her gun to Aaron's temple, anticipating for the slightest of notion this man would hurt her family. She sensed Ugene cowering behind her, side stepping to be shielded by the teen girl.
"Hi" Aaron greeted, his hands up in surrender. His polite tone left Caden feeling unsettled, Judith sensing the same as the infant began to cry on her father's hip.
Rick nodded at Carl, the boy reaching out for his sister and softly shushing her. He took her into his arms, Judith instantly calming down in his hold.
"It's nice to meet you" Aaron went to take a step forward, Caden clicking her safety off in alarm. The strangers eyes locking with hers, an unreadable expression on his clean face.
The girl slid over, shuffling with her gun still pointed at the newcomer. Hearing Ugene release a faint odd whine as she left him to himself, squeezing passed Michonne as she stationed herself beside Carl and Judith.
"You said he had a weapon?" Rick asked Maggie, the brunnette walking toward him. Their leader slid his python in his holster, taking a small gun Maggie held out to him. He expertly opened the chamber, counting the bullets before shoving the gun in his waistband. Eyes settled on Aaron with a dangerous expression, daring him to challenge.
She felt Carl's arm brush against hers, the two teens standing closely together."What do you want?" Rick asked the man gruffily
Sasha spoke up, "He has a camp nearby" The teenagers eyes fleeting meeting eachothers before settling back on the stranger. "He wants us to audition for membership" Cadens face twisted at the use of terms being used.
Aaron nervously looked around the group, "I wish there was another word. Auditon makes it seem like we're some dance troupe" he anxiously smiled, "that's only of Friday nights" he poorly joked. Only responded with silence and straight faces, "a-and it's not a camp" he stuttered out. "Its a community. And I think you all will be valuable additions"
Caden felt as if she were being scouted for some professional team. As if her survival through hell was greatly admired and deemed useful to this man. "Buts it's not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home" he paused seeing the distrust. "I know. If I were you I would go either" he attempted to sympathize. "Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into" he then turned to Sasha. "Sasha, can you hand Rick my bag"
