𝐃𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑. ❝Am I a good person doing bad things or a bad person doing good things?❞
𝐓𝐖𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
Dexter Morgan didn't have a normal childhood like most others. She was born in a bath of her mother's blood, infecting h...
❝What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender. What if I say I will never surrender?❞
- Foo Fighters
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CHAPTER FOUR - THE PRETENDER
D E X T E R
As the hours went on, Dexter's mind kept reeling back to Deb. The Bay Harbour Butcher was never one to get worried though, Debra could handle herself, she had proven that many times. It was just a matter of waiting.
The brunette had cooled down since blowing up at Lori and joined the group again after muttering a few fake apologies to the ones she deemed acceptable (Dale and the children). She was reluctant to say one to Lori or Shane, in fact she downright refused to do so.
And as Dexter watched her cut Carl's hair from over by the RV where she was smoking a cigarette - they weren't hers, they were Debra's - all she wanted to do was smack that little glare that Lori kept sending off of her boney little face.
Shane was talking to Carl about shaving in the future as he cleaned his shotgun, casting Dexter a few cautious glances as well. Dexter wasn't fazed by them at all and just sent him a smug smirk whilst blowing out the cigarette smoke from her nose. He might have thought he was tough, but she had killed men twice his size. If it ever came down to it, she was sure that she could end his life as quickly as she breathed.
Dexter dropped the cigarette the floor and stomped it into the ground when the sound of a car alarm sounded, drawing closer every second.
"Talk to me, Dale!" Shane stood up and ran up towards where Dale was on the roof of the RV. Dexter looked up at them from below.
"I can't tell you yet." Dale replied, looking through his binoculars.
"Is it them? Are they back?" Amy asked, trying to get a good look.
"I'll be damned." Dale mumbled, following the car with his eyes.
"What is it?" She questioned as she looked up at him.
"A stolen car is my guess." He answered. The car pulled up near them and they all walked over to it as Glenn climbed out with a massive grin on his face. "Holy crap. Turn that damn thing off!"
"I don't know how!" Glenn smiled, slamming the car door.
"Pop the hood, please. Pop the the hood." Shane ordered and Glenn did just that as Amy started babbling on about her sister. Shane was taking his sweet damn time turning off the alarm and the noise was getting frustrating with all of the shouting as well, so Dexter pushed him out of the way, earning a glare from him as she went and pulled out the plug that kept the alarm going.
