{ Chapter 3! Yay!! We're finally getting somewhere lol. I wanted to clear some details in the story up if I had to about our new friends, if anyone was confused. If not? Feel free to continue reading. For those of you who are here is where we're at. There a 6 members of the group. The first one you met, the one who spoke at the gate, is Cage. He is an older man (early to mid 50's) and his weapon his the sword. Much like the one seen in the Book of Eli. The second is Neyo. He is the black man. He's very big (meaning muscular) and about 30ish. His weapon his duel-axes. The third, is Gurira (goo-rear-a) she is the black woman, same age as Neyo. She is very fit and lean. Her weapon, is the bow and arrow. The fourth is Negan, you may have heard of him. His appearance however has changed. He is about 30/34 and his weapon, of course, is the bat wrapped in barbed wire. The fifth is Thatcher, he's young (meaning 23) and has dirty blond hair (as mentioned) his weapon is a spear.
The sixth and last is the girl, E. She is very young (17) and her weapon is a belt of throwing blades. That's all the info you'll get right now. Enjoy! }
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The new group, as far as everyone could tell, had decided to stay. They hadn't really discussed it with one another, they simply nodded their heads a few times and looked to the ones in charge for direction.
"You can place all you weapons here if you don't mind." Maggie said.
They all looked to one another.
"All of 'em?" Negan responded
Maggie nodded her head.
"You're welcome to have them back whenever you want. We just need to know your inventory."
Again they looked at one another.
Thatcher sighed. "Alright, just do it."
The amount of weapons they had for six people was overwhelming. Guns, knives, ammo, auto-mattics. They even had military weapons.
Daryl picked up one of the guns.
"Where the hell'd you get this shit?"
Without looking at him, E responded
"Thatcher was apart of Seal Team 6. Youngest ever"
Rick's group was in awe for a moment.
"Really?" Carl asked.
Thatcher reached around his neck pulling dog tags off
"Yep," he said "I was there when the shit hit the fan. We were ordered to bomb all major cities and high populated areas. I got the hell out of dodge and took some memorabilia with me."
"Nobody said anything?" Tara asked
"Nobody cared." Thatcher responded. "They were busy bombing innocent people. Other countries were ready to go to war."
"War?" Abraham said.
"When wildfire was declared, other countries were looking to the U.S. for resources. Syria, Iran, Japan. Big places. We denied and by the time everyone else decided to declare war, it was too late." E informed them.
"Too late?" Tara asked
"It was all gone" Neyo responded. "Everything fell apart."
Everyone fell silent then. No one wanted to discuss what happened after that. They all already knew.
"Excuse me," Eugene said, trying to get Gurira's attention. "Ma'am is this yours?"
She didn't respond.
"Gurira?" Deanna said.
E stepped in then, finally looking up at them.
"She's deaf." E said
"Deaf?"
"She can't hear worth a shit." Negan said.
"She can read lips though." E added.
"Just don't pronounce" Thatcher
"Yeah, just... talk to her. Like you did in the interview." E said.
"She's survived this long without hearing?" Maggie asked
"Yes, I have. And not always with company either." Gurira said "I can't hear, that doesn't make me inadequate don't talk about me like I'm not here."
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Rick an a few others had shown the new group the house they could stay in. They dropped their bags in their desired rooms and Maggie and Carol offered to make dinner. Their first official meal as Alexandrians. A few people had stayed from Rick's group. They were all sitting at the table, eating in silence.
The new group had surprisingly good table manners. They were entirely clean now due to the showers. Anyone looking in on the scene could've believed it was simply a gathering of friends for dinner.
Rick looked around the room and his gaze fell on E.
She was young, far younger than any of the others. Rick didn't know what kind of skill she had or what survival methods she knew. He assumed, when first meeting her, that she was blood related to someone in the group. That her presence was owed to obligation for family. Maybe Cage was her uncle. Or perhaps father. Thatcher might have been her cousin. But Rick knew that not to be true. He knew, vaguely, how they all met, and it wasn't until after the turn. So the question stood - what was a little puppy like her, doing with the big dogs?
Rick cleared his throat.
"You all seem very close." he said
There was no verbal response. Neyo looked up offering a small smile with a nod of the head. Negan signed to Gurira, supposedly what Rick had said.
"E," Rick continued. "How old are you?"
She looked up from her plate and wiped her mouth before answering.
"I'm 17"
"Mm, I was just thinking, you seem a little young to be... hanging.. with such a rough crowd. You're really, still just a child."
It was as if he had said the most unimaginable thing. As if he asked everyone to tell him their deepest secrets. Forks dropped, drinks were coughed up. Stares went cold. Cage turned his view to Rick, he didn't even blink. Negan was looking between E and Rick. Neyo started choking on his drink. Gurira's fork was dropped to her plate in a loud clank. Rick noticed that although Thatcher barely moved, he did move his hand to E's thigh, somewhat gently.
E cleared her throat. Dropping her fork to the plate and her napkin to her lap.
"Rick I ah...I don't know how many lives you've taken, or what kind of things you've seen. Frankly it's none of my business, just like this is none of yours, but for the mere assurance that we're on the same page - the life I've lived... has been anything but a childhood. You know the last time I saw my father he was being taken by police at gunpoint. To be a child - well I've never really known the feeling. But for the sake of answering your question, yes I am still a child. A child that... hangs with a rough crowd. But ask yourself this Rick - is it more frightening to have six rough adults walk through your gaits, or five adults and one... child. A child that's rightfully earned her place. More than that, the child that's the very foundation of this so called... rough crowd?"
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