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Stella slowly crept inside the barn, the door creaking and grabbing everyone's attention. After her walked Aaron with his arms in the air as Levi pressed his gun against the back of his head.
"Everyone..." Stella rasped out but before she could continue to explain, the other members of their group were already on their feet, their weapons aimed at them instantly. Daryl shot at them, pushing out the door to quickly scan the area for any more unexpected guests.
"We met him outside, he's alone," Levi explained but he couldn't seem to take his mind off the fact that Stella was sick with whatever it was.
"We took his weapons and we took his gear." The blonde said but Daryl didn't pay much mind to her words as he quickly began to pat Aaron down to make sure. Stella exhaustingly sank down on a pile of old hay. Levi's heart sank seeing her state, her pale skin beaded with sweat and her lashes hung heavy, eyes barely open. Her accustomed lively demeanor had been replaced with something almost hollow.
Rick stepped forward, a sleeping Judith perched against his chest and his revolver steady in his grip. His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, didn't waver from the stranger in front of them.
"Hi," Aaron breathed out, seeming a little more tense now under the aim of a dozen guns. He swallowed hard and took a step forward, ready to reach his hand out to greet Rick but abruptly stopped at the collective click of the guns around.
Rick ignored his greeting and instead looked over at the two teens who had found the strange man. "You said he had a weapon?"
Stella wrapped her fingers around the gun that they had picked off Aaron before attempting to rise, but the moment she stood, black spots danced over her vision. Levi strode forward and his hands caught her gently, one bracing her waist while the other smoothed down her arm with quiet urgency.
"Hey," I whispered only loud enough for her to hear. He carefully sat her back down and gently took the weapon from her, shooting her a quick concerned look before walking over to Rick.
The man's eyes darted between him and Stella as he hesitantly wrapped his hand around the gun.
"She's not feeling well," Levi answered his tight expression.
Rick's jaw ticked beneath his beard, his gaze resting on his daughter a moment, before reluctantly returning his attention back to the possible threat in front of him. "There's something you need?"
Levi slipped over to Stella, allowing her to lean against his side as his hand rested protectively on her shoulder. The girl leaned tiredly against him, her frame slumped. "He says he has a camp nearby." The boy explained, his gaze not wavering from Stella. "He wants us to 'audition' for membership."
"I wish there was another word. Audition makes it sound like we're some kind of dance troupe. That's only on Friday nights," Aaron flashed them a slight smile, not earning one back. The awkward silence pressed down on them as the man's gaze trailed over the group's faces. "And it's not a camp," He continued to explain. "It's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions."
