State of destruction- The Walking Dead [Alden x Maggie][2/2]

9- Stay still

The trio ran into trouble when a young woman jumped around the corner. She aimed some type of strange gun in their direction. The trio tried to reach for their own weapons, but before the situation could escalate further their guide stepped in front of them protectively. The two women started screaming back and forth in a Hebrew, they clearly knew each other.

Alden felt a cold piece of metal being pressed against his neck, right against his jugular, and he put his hands up instinctively.

"Stop freaking out," the man standing behind Alden told the old lady.

She didn't calm down one bit and rattled on.

"Seriously?" Maggie mocked, she also had her hands up. Multiple voices overlapped with each other, it all felt like some kind of bad joke.

"Every time with her," the same man grumbled. "She brings back fresh meat and we're suddenly supposed to just take in these tourists."

"No offense, but you're the one kinda freaking out now," the young woman told her, lowering her gun a bit.

"I'm freaking out?" He gritted through his teeth.

They continued like that, bickering back and forth in English and Hebrew.

"Excuse me," Negan started. He was tired of waiting for their fate to be decided. "You don't know us. We don't know you. I'm not saying that we're friendly, that depends on you, but I don't think this crazy Pigeon Lady, no offense, brought us all this way to get our asses smoked."

"Friendly?" the man scoffed. He moved away from Alden and stepped in front of them, next to the young woman. "Does it look like we need friends? We own this city. There are thousands of us."

"What are you after?" the young woman asked, although it sounded more like a demand. "It's pretty obvious you dickheads ain't from around here."

Alden wanted to be honest, speaking the truth had always been his first instinct. If they told these people they were here to find their children, these people might be willing to help. That's what any decent human being would do. But Maggie was faster to speak than he was and she did not see the good in people. She couldn't believe in people the way Alden did and chose to keep their mission close to her chest.

"We were heading up north to a settlement in Canada. The boat washed us ashore in a storm. We're just here until we can get supplies and get on our way," Maggie said. It was a lie she had chosen before they had even set a foot on the docks. It was a simpler story than the truth.

"Bullshit," the young woman shot back after a long silence.

The older woman began to plead in Hebrew again. Starting the next problem.

—

To Alden's surprise they hadn't been killed on the spot after Maggie's lie was sussed out immediately. Instead they'd been taken further into the community. There were more people here, all busy with their own thing. But they weren't here as guests. No, they were prisoners and soon found themselves locked into an old bathroom.

"That could've gone a lot worse," Alden sighed as he sank to the floor. He leaned back against the wall and he rolled his head back.

"It can still go a lot worse," Maggie shot back.

"We didn't have much of a choice," Negan shrugged. "They had guns, if you don't recall. Or whatever the hell those things were. Either way, we fight back and end up with holes in our skulls."

"Or theirs."

"Let's not pick a fight with these people, not unless we really have to," Alden shook his head. "That lady tried to help us, she got us out of an overrun building."