You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 10- Meeting This 'Hunter', or Who I Call a Dick

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I woke as the sun peeks over the mountain, I slip out of the blanket and see that Glenn is gone so I quickly change.

A light black tank with my mamas jacket over it, my skinny ripped jeans paired with my hiking boots. My hair done in a braid around my head, my mamas sliver crown like ring with a filmed over emerald. My promise ring and a black baseball hat.

I clip my thigh and hip holster and as I'm fixing Baby over my jacket Glenn walks in, quickly spluttering and covering his eyes.

I chuckle and muse at him as I adjust the hat on my head "Dressed"

He peeks and releases a deep sigh, smiling at me sheepishly. I flash a polite one back and exit the tent breathing in fresh, crisp, air.

Never really was in the mountains so this is a nice change of pace. It's like the air moves time slower up here, magic swirling around the small yellow bulbs around, spurring them to open their long pale arms.

I peer around the drowsy group and spot a Rick stumbling out of his own tent looking groggy.

His wife climbs out after with after sex hair and I raise my brows, alright. Didn't really need to see that.

I don't know, I kinda thought that they were divorced, the whole Shane thing made me think that-

I don't know but I don't really want to open that box yet so I'll just let him do him.

I glare at the morning shining in my face and look at the tree closest to me. Gripping the steady branch over my head.

I pull up and swing my legs up, gripping the tall branch, dragging so I sit on top the branch rather than hanging. I climb the next few before settling in a v in the treetop, pressing my back to the log.

I look around for the blonde girl that had hugged me last night but to my dismay, I can't spot her from my bird's eye so she's still in her tent.

I, however, can find her mother, who is currently somehow ironing clothes. I'm sure Sofia is safe so I look on as Rick and Carol talk it up. I'm too far to hear what is uttered under their breaths.

I sigh and bring a leg up, relaxing in the sun shining on my face, an abrupt scream of a child making me flinch and rapidly scramble down the tree.

For the last couple of feet, I jump in front of Shane and sprint to where the scream erupted from.

We pass the screaming child as the women stop, comforting the sobbing children as we run into a clearing where a walker is chowing down on a dear with arrows embedded in the ass.

The men of the camp stop behind me and make a half circle around the thing. I pull baby and whistle at the thing.

The whistle makes the men sush me but it makes no difference as the thing stands to its surprisingly tall height and start at us.

I raise my blade but get cut off as the others rush forward with blunt clubs. I stand by watching as they don't kill the thing with a headshot but keep hitting the body.

That was until Dale rushes from behind me with an ax raised high and chop the head off. It's still alive. The others seem to not notice as the eyes tool around, focusing unealy on peoples feet.

"That's the first one we had up here. They never come this close to the mountain." Dale utters just loud enough for us to hear.

I chuckle humorlessly and mutter "Guess that the horses weren't enough, their is running out of food."