- Not everyone is what they seem-
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"How was y'alls trip?" Sasha asked me and Daryl, glancing over at us.
"Met some people" Daryl told her, taking a look over at her. Sasha nodded.
"They dead?" Abraham asked us. Daryl shook his head, giving them an response.
"Daryl, you look like shit, but you, Lia, you look like you don't give a shit" Sasha stated. I looked over at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Come on, what are you hiding from, or who?" Sasha asked me
"What makes you think I'm hiding from something?" I asked her, speaking up for the first time in a good minute.
"They say you carry yourself, the way you act around us, it's like your hiding from something" Sasha told me. Ignoring her, I turned my attention back to the road as Daryl drove. It was quiet for a few minutes, but Daryl then tried using the walki taki again. Hoping to get some kind of response. But it was all silent. That was, until we heard something. Daryl asked to repeat what they were trying to say, and a word with so much fear spoke through.
"Help"
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I looked up once I noticed that the truck was coming to a stop. A group of bikers we're blocking the road, and as I looked at them, the more familiar they got.
"Why don't you come in out, join us in the road? " a man called out to us as Daryl stopped the truck. We all got out of the truck, and I kept my head down, just in case these are the saviors.
"That's great, it's going well right out of the gate" The man said, "now, step two, hand over your weapons"
"Why should we?" Daryl asked him.
"Well, they're not yours" The man told us.
"Whose are they?" Sasha asked.
"Your property now belongs to Negan " the man told us, taking a few steps towards us. "And if you can get your hands on a tanker, you're people out person wants to know, so let's get those sidearms. Right now" he told us, walking up to Daryl first. Daryl pulled out his gun and handed it to him. The man said thank you before walking up to me. I kept my head low, refusing to show my face.
"Now, why are you hiding?" The man asked me, grabbing my face and pulling it up so he can get a look at me. His eyes widened as he realised who I was.
"My my " he said, but he looked over at Daryl and then Sasha and Abraham before turning back to me. He then leaned in to my ear and whispered, "these people don't know who you really are, do they?" I didn't respond to him as he leaned back and walked over to Sasha and Abraham, taking their guns.
"Who are you people?" Sasha asked. The man walked back over to his motorcycle, giving one of the guns to a man besides him.
"I get the curiosity, but we have questions ourselves. And we'll be the one asking them while we drive you back to where ever it is you call Home. Take a gander at where you hang your hats. First though, your shit. What you got for us?" The man asked us.
