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Chapter 6

Carl's POV

We stepped out of the RV and I felt like I had gone back an entire year.

The place that we had chosen to go to was the plaza we had met JC in. It was closest to Alexandria and it was most likely to have what Enid needed.

As I walked around, I felt such a strong sense of deja vú. And that got me to really miss JC.

Enid and I started to search in one of the clothing stores and found a few things.

"You know," I said. "I don't think JC actually had sharpshooters to guard this place."

"Oh, she definitely didn't," Enid confirmed while laughing. "It was just her way of trying to scare us."

Suddenly we heard a loud bang and the sound of someone screaming.

"On second thought," I said in panic. "Maybe she did."

We ran out of the store to see Daryl laying on the ground, clutching his shoulder.

I quickly ran up and kneeled next to him.

"Daryl!" I yelled. "It's okay. It's okay."

I then shouted for Denise. She came running a few moments later.

"Take Daryl back to Alexandria in the RV," I ordered quickly.

"How are you guys gonna get back?" she asked, obviously as scared as I was.

"We can walk, now go!" I shouted.

Denise, Deanna, Spencer, and Aiden helped pick Daryl up and carry him to the RV.

I watched as Deanna got in the driver's seat and they drove off.

I took a deep breath and looked down at my shirt, which was now covered in blood.

The entire group had come out of whatever store they were in by now.

My dad came up and clapped my shoulder. "You did good, son," he praised.

I have a weak smile before realizing something. "Wait," I said. "Who shot Daryl?"

After a moment, I heard an unfamiliar voice say, "We did."

The entire group turned around to see about 10 people come out from behind a building.

I grabbed Enid's hand and we stayed at the back of the group.

"We thought he was a flesh eater," the same voice, that was revealed to belong to a man in his late 20s/early 30s, said.

"Well, he wasn't," my dad said, clipping off each word.

"Yeah, we're sorry," he apologized.

"What are you even doing here?" Abraham asked.

"We've been looking for this guy called Negan," the man explained. "We gotta kill him."

An idea suddenly popped into my head.

I pushed my way to the front of the crowd.

"Wait," I said. "Did you possibly kill a bunch of his men in a house and leave a note that said "Remember who we were"?"

The man's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah," he confirmed. "How do you know about that?"

"My friend and I found the house," I explained. "We were looking for Negan, too."

"Did you find him?" he asked.

"Yeah," I answered. "He's dead. My friend killed him."

Shocked, he glanced back at his group before looking back at me and asking, "How do I know you're telling the truth, kid?"

"When was the last time you saw Negan?" I asked back.

"Uh," he thought, scratching his scruff. "Maybe around 6 months ago."

"And you've been looking for him ever since and still haven't found him?" I asked, wanting to clarify.

The man nodded.

"Isn't that proof enough?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment but I continued before he could say anything.

"Well, you know how the saying goes," I told him. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We should be allies."

"Stand back, Carl," my dad whispered gruffly behind me.

"Um, kid, we don't really do this kind of stuff," the man protested.

"I'm not asking for us to hold hands around a campfire and sing Kumbaya," I pointed out. "I was just saying that we both hate the same people, so we should help each other out."

The man chuckled. "What are you, the leader?" he asked.

My dad stepped up. "No," he said, pushing me back. "He's not.

I walked back to stand next to Enid.

"You're such an idiot," she whispered, grabbing my hand.

I took a deep breath. "What else is new?" I asked.

She chuckled a little.

My dad and the man talked for a few more minutes before the strange group departed.

My dad came back to stand in front of me. "The man," he explained. "His name is Gavin, agreed to be in an alliance with us."

My eyes widened in surprise.

Noticing this, he said, "They're not coming to live with us or anything. We just agreed to help each other out when needed. You did the right thing by suggesting that, son."

I felt pretty proud of myself.

"Alright," my dad sighed. "Did you guys find anything?"

Enid, Maggie, and I held up a few shirts while the rest of the group held up food.

My dad nodded, seeming satisfied. "Okay," he said. "I think we can head back now. We have to check on Daryl."

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Author's Note: So the mystery behind the Savior massacre has been uncovered. What new challenges or good things will come out of that?