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Soldiers are snapping pictures of the aftermath while Daryl is looking down at the pile of dead bodies laid out on the ground. One of the bodies is Carlson's, one of his eyes remains open but void of life.
Man: Dixon, they're looking for you on the roof.
Daryl looks up to the roof then walks away, leaving
ROOF
Lance: Guys, you see our problem here.
Solomon is standing behind Lance, his baseball dangling over his shoulder as Daryl enters the roof in the background.
Lance: This is not a good look. It puts all of us in a very tough spot.
Gabriel, Aaron, Brian, Raj, and Vivian are standing beside each other
Gabriel: Problem or not, it's the truth
Solomon: So let's just run through this one more time, make sure I got it straight.
Vivian(whispers): I for sure ain't straight.
Solomon: You went in. Things went to shit. A gunfight broke out. Then the people here kills every last one of our trained, armed, and armored soldiers, but not the four of you. The one armed man, the priest, the archer, the badass lesbian with a sword, and the loudmouth.
Raj looks insulted and makes a face
Raj: Loudmouth?
Daryl and Aaron snickers, biting the inside of their cheeks trying not to laugh.
Solomon: Then the killers escaped and you called Lance over the walkie. We drove up. And here we are.
Lance: Thats your story?
Vivian and Brian exchanges one of their looks with each other.
Vivian: Yep. That's our story. That's what happened.
Aaron: That's pretty much it. Yeah
Gabriel: Yeah. Yeah
Raj: Yeah sure, whatever and I ain't no damn loudmouth
Solomon clicks his tongue against his teeth
Solomon: Mhmm.
He looks over his shoulder towards Daryl who's standing behind him
Solomon: What do you think about all this?
Daryl: We've been on the road a long time. They can handle themselves. That's what they said happened then that's what happened.
Lance and Solomon glances at each other for a moment. Solomon drops his bat and lets it dangle at his side.
Solomon: Maybe. But I have another theory
Brian: And what is your theory, ye old chosen one?
Solomon: I'm getting to that, B-Man. Now shut up
Brian snorts and rolls his eyes
Solomon: It doesn't make a lot of sense for a bunch of crazed violent strangers to just keep the four of you alive
With each word, he steps closer and closer towards Vivian with a huge grin across his face.
Solomon: It also doesn't make sense for you to bullshit to protect a bunch of crazed violent assholes
He stops inches from Vivian's face who stands up straight, tilting her head to the side and narrows her eyes glaring up at him
Solomon: Unless they weren't strangers.
He leans in closer to her face, smirking while Vivian flares her nostrils showing her Grimes Death Glare.
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TWD-Vivian Grimes
FanfictionVivian Grimes: oldest child of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the dead began attacking the living, she thought her dad was dead until he found his way back to them again
