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CHAPTER FIVE , ANIMOTOPHOBIA
a/n : this chapter is a long one fyi
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The morning was quiet, besides the sounds of shovels digging into the dirt and people in smaller groups; discussing what the next move should be.
Reese had been shoveling and moving bodies around for a couple of hours. Despite her saying how much she wasn't a part of this group, she still took her time doing her part.
Some survivors were grateful for her help. While others just stared at her like she was doing something wrong...
Or she had already done something wrong.
Reese lifts the pickaxe again and brings it down on the dead's head. She rips the pickaxe from its skull and huffs.
"Hey, Reese."
The teenager turned her head to the side and saw the group of adults motioning her to join them. Reese sucked in a deep breath before rolling her eyes. She knew that there was going to be a conversation sooner or later with herself and the "leaders" of this group. But she didn't think it'd be right now. Even Reese understood that this wasn't appropriate timing.
Reese drops her pickaxe and walks over to the group. She pulls the black bandana from around her mouth and squints the sun out of her eyes. "Something wrong?"
"Yeah, we have a little bit of an issue here." Shane voices, his hands on his hips.
Reese nods her head with her brows furrowed. "Yeah, yeah. I agree." She scratched the side of her neck. "Amy's dead and you guys haven't pulled Andrea off of her."
The group of adults tense from her voice that wasn't afraid to be heard. Lori shifted her eyes over to Andrea, who still had her hand in Amy's.
"That's...not what we were talking about, sweetie." Lori looks back at Reese. The woman's tone was soft.
Reese folds her arms and her entertained smirk drops. "I know." She sighs. "This is about the gun, right?"
The adults all exchange a look.
"Yeah. You told us you had nothing but those knives." Rick says.
"Then last night you pull one out and fire it like you know how to use it—"
"I do know how to use it." Reese squints her eyes.
That makes Shane laugh. Reese raises her brows, "Look, I might not be some country hick cop," She cocks her head to the side, obviously throwing a shot at the Georgians. It forced Shane to clench his jaw. The teen raises her brows out of entertainment. She just realized that pissing adults off was so much more satisfying than fucking with Logan.
