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[40] remember

the boys are back in town --- thin lizzy

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[JJ]

The gates to Alexandria slowly opened and Aaron helped Eric inside.

It was clear our group was a little on edge by the way we were prepared to attack a opossum.

Daryl shot it and picked it up by it's tail, showing the man who opened the gate, "we brought dinner."

"it's okay." Aaron told the man. "Come on in, you guys."

It reminded me of our old neighborhood, where I lived with Rick, Lori and Carl.

"Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons." We were told. "Stay, you hand them over."

Rick walked over to him, "We don't know if we want to stay."

"It's fine, Nicholas." Aaron calmed.

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

"Let them talk to Deanna first."

"Who's Deanna?" Abraham spoke loudly.

"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place." Aaron looked to my brother, "Rick, why don't you start?"

Rick looked passed me, spotting a walker. "Sasha." She easily took it out with one headshot. "Good thing we're here."

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We went into Deanna's office one by one. Rick was first for the 'interview'. Then, Maggie, Glenn, Sasha, Gabriel, Abraham, Daryl, Eugene, Rosita...Carl went in with Judith, and then, it was finally down to Michonne and me.

"Michonne." Deanna called.

I audibly groaned, which I didn't think was so loud.

"Is there a problem?"

"No." I huffed, "not at all."

Michonne smiled, looking to me, then to Deanna, "she's impatient."

Finally, it was me.

Her office was like Lori's. The shelves were filled with books. Work clutter was everywhere, but yet, it was still tidy.

"Do you mind if I film our talk?"

I hadn't noticed the small video camera pointed directly at the chair. "What?"

"I'd like to film it."

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

"Please, sit." She insisted.

As soon as I did, I leaned all the way back, letting the comfiness of the chair overtake me.

"So, you must be Jackson Grimes."

I visibly cringed, "Most call me JJ."

"And the ones who don't? What do they call you?"

"Typically?" I snarked, "Bitch."

Deanna breathed deeply. We were off to a great start. She eyed my boots, "so, what's with the boots?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your boots. Where'd you get them?"

"Hold up." I scoffed, fixing my posture. "You talk with the others about their life-altering decisions like you're some kind of damn therapist, and then, you call me in here and ask me where I get my boots from?"