Humanity > Walking Dead

*Chapter 1*

~Lillian~

Deanna walked around the Island, her eyes glared at me, harshly. The coffee mug in her wrinkly hand wobbled from side to side, sloshing from the cup, and onto her carpet.

She cursed under her breath as she set the mug down, still glaring at me.

It seemed as she was gathering words in her head to insult me with. Her lips would part then close quickly, I could tell the gears were starting to work.

She sighed deeply, turning to face me once again. "Lillian, I know your a good person-I think. But the stuff you decide to pull out of your a** is unbearable!" She complained. The mug was set down by her side again as her rant continued.

"And I just want to say. When I pass away. I want you to guide this town to success." She nodded her head, stiffly smiling.

"So you want me to become leader?" I asked her, my voice coming out almost mute from the strong silence before. Her head nodded meekly, "Somewhat like that. I just want this town in good hands, my son's don't know how to run anything and I don't want it to be a failure, Reg and I made this town into something." She told me, swirling a small spoon she had recently gotten, into her tea.

"I'll do my best," I said. "But am I really the right person, I mean there's Jessie and uhm..."

"No, no, no. Jessie isn't strong enough. You've been out there long enough to know how to survive." Deanna sighed. The spoon knocking against the mug had stopped and this time she took another sip.

"I just want it in good hands."

"I understand. I completely do."

"Good, now, Aaron went out looking for people to recruit and to my knowledge him and his boyfriend haven't came back since last night." Deanna sighed. She looked very perpexled about her letting Aaron go out alone with his boyfriend to recruit people.

"Do you want me to go look for them or something?" I asked, arching a brow towards her. My hands jittered in my lap nervously. I wasn't used to being a leader what so ever, because in every group I was in, the male was the leader and that's it.

"No need. Just keep watch on the gate for me. I'll give you extra chocolate for your good work." She smiled towards me, knowing my obsession with chocolate.

"Thanks, Deanna." I said, getting up from the oak wood bar stool. I pushed it under, walking shortly after Deanna.

She bid me a goodbye as I walked away from her house towards the large red gates of Alexandria.

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My feet padded against the new wood of the watch tower as my eyes watched the woods, the road, and the Clickers.

Only thing I happen to find out of place was the lack of Clickers. Yeah, it was a blessing but usually people would have to be on watch 24/7 all day everyday.

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I heard the dragging of feet and distant voices. My gun cocked, pointing towards the voices that never seemed to stop coming.

"Open the gate!" The voice sounded quite like Aaron's.

When my feet hit the ground, I was sprinting towards the gate. People must have heard because they were already forming a circle around the opening.

Tobin and I met eyes, nodding quickly, he helped pull the gate open.

Aaron walked in first with Fred's arm draped around his shoulders. He gave me a pleading look as he carried his injured boyfriend to Denise.

I looked at Tobin, "Introduce them really quick. I gotta get to Deanna." I told him, quietly, looking at the 12 peopled group. I waved at him as I walked to the leaders house. She was probably reading in her massive library her and Reg had built long ago.

"Deanna?" I called. I rounded the corner, allowing myself into her makeshift office.

"Deanna-hey Aaron came back with like, 12 people?" I told her, standing at the door with my shoulder leant against the frame. She set on the edge of her desk, her head bowed as she read something in her hands.

"Oh joyful, I want to interview them send them in please."

The book was placed face down as she stood up. She walked around her desk, stopping mid way, she reached up grabbing the old camera.

"Is mine still there?" I asked her, walking to stand besides her. She nodded her head, imspecting the film camera. "I'll let you watch them all after were done." She told me. Her back was faced to me as she walked the way she came, setting up her little camera in front of the desk, aiming it at the Carmel, leather chair.

"Will do, Mrs. Monroe."

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"Some people didn't get filmed because they were either stubborn, mad, or just down right didn't want to be on camera." Deanna told me, picking the camera up off the stand. She walked towards me getting the videos ready.

"First one, her name's Michonne."

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"Here's Rick."

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"Glenn and Maggie are together."

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"Abraham."

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"Carol and Daryl."

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"And then Carl's the last one, that wanted to do it..." she sighed. "You'll learn more names the day after tomorrow because I'm throwing a little party for our new group members."

I nodded, meekly. I wasn't fond of parties but I still attend them. That's really the only time we got meat, because more people would attend when food and alcohol was involved.

Deanna turned towards me, placing the Camera box on her desk, "Will you make sure Spencer doesn't go crazy because he's back in our wine again." She stiffly smiled towards me as she put away her camera things.

"Will do, Deanna. Now, before I leave. I would like some chocolate I was promised."

The smile on Deanna's face grew, she grabbed my hand, walking towards her kitchen, laughing along with me.