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GREY KINGSTON
alexandria, hilltop, and now the sanctuary—our communities ran by our people, all spaced out, miles in between. the newest addition has called for some changes. we need to become stronger, invulnerable, and the only way to do that is if we become one. right off one of the old highways, a bridge stands over the river. the bridge will connect us, it will serve as a trade route. directly off of it, in the woods, is the perfect spot for a camp.
we scrounge up supplies to make it work—wood, to build and for fires; tents, to camp overnight or rest; firearms, in case of an attack. we are scattered through the woods, working together on what needs to be done.
my thoughts have fallen quiet under the background noise of hammers pounding against wood and metal in continuous ticks.
"hey," a low voice comes from behind me.
i turn around, and am met with three savior men approaching, "what's up?"
"you're kingston's daughter, right?"
i don't answer once i notice the malicious looks in their eyes.
"we think it's time we let you know what everyone's thinking, that just because negan and rick decided they wanna try and play nice and have us all on the same team, we haven't forgotten who are you."
i ignore him, continuing to secure the tent loops around the beam of wood. he steps closer to me, the dirt and twigs crunching beneath his shoes.
"leave her alone, justin." a bored tone comes from a guy around my age a few feet from us. he has curly brown hair and an accent that sounds like a mix of everything.
"why don't you mind your own business, alden?" justin spits before eyeing me up once more. i look him over, his long, dark hair that matches his thin beard and the small, horizontal scar under his right eye.
"you haven't forgotten who i am?" i question. "who am i?"
"you're someone who could've stopped this before it turned into what it did. if you would've just joined us like negan wanted, we wouldn't have lost so many."
"if i would've joined you, the killings would've kept happening." i keep my voice down, not wanting to draw attention. "your people and my people together ... it's better this way."
"that doesn't include your father though, does it? your people and my people together?" he smirks, mocking my words. "not so much of a daddy's girl, are ya?"
i pull the yellow knot tight and am ready to fire back when a thick voice erupts behind the three of them, "hey!"
the saviors part, looking over their shoulders at who the voice belongs to—my father.
