Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

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Daryl put a hand on my back while looking out into the woods. He wasn't going to see anything. 

I took a deep breath as the doors slowly slid open. Each of us were cautious about entering this place.

Aaron handed Eric to somebody else and turned back towards us.

Something rattled next to us and a garbage can fell to the ground. Each of us held up a gun and Daryl shot the possum dead.

Aaron was looking at us and I looked around at each of us holding up a weapon at every noise.

"Yeah, we need to get off our feet for a while. Maybe longer than that." I said and Aaron nodded his head in agreement.

The door slid open further and another man was looking at us. Daryl picked up the possum by the tail and the second man was looking at it un-easy. Or we weren't going to fit in at all.

"We brought dinner." Daryl told him and the man still looked at us suspiciously.

"It's okay. Come on in, guys." Aaron said and we walked towards the door.

"Are we gonna fit in here?" I asked Daryl in a whisper. It looked like too nice of a place for us to be in.

"This group will get used to it. It's only because we've been on the road for so long. We've never had something like this. The prison was the nicest it got for us." He told me and I shook my head.

"I meant are we gonna fit in?" I asked and pointed to the two of us.

"Oh, no." Daryl said and we continued to walk through the gates.

The gates closed behind us and I snapped my head in the direction of the creaking. Glenn put his hand on my shoulder.

"No looking back. We're here, this is where we belong." He told me and I took a deep breath before turning around.

There were houses, nice houses, houses that I would have dreamed of living in. Before or during the apocalypse. But now that the opportunity was right in front of me, it didn't seem like the right thing for me.

The group was stopped as soon as we were all through the gate.

"Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons. Stay, you hand them over." The other man told us.

"We don't know if we want to stay." Rick told him. 

"It's fine, Nicholas." Aaron told him and now I knew the weirdos name.

"If we were gonna use them, we would have started already." Rick told him and he meant it.

"Let them talk to Deanna first." Aaron said and now there were all these people that were going to be thrown our way.

"Who's Deanna?" Abraham asked.

"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place. Rick, why don't you start?" Aaron asked and Rick looked towards the back of the group.

"Sasha." He said and we all saw the walker coming our way. She turned and put the gun through the pipes.

The gunshot went off and we looked back forward. The cloth layer slowly started closing over the jail type door.

"It's a good thing we're here." Rick told them and he started moving forward.

I walked into the house and it was like really nice. I looked around the hallway and doorway. One of my people shut the door behind me and I stepped through the door.

I walked through the hallway and saw book shelves beyond books. I started putting my finger over the books and over the clarinet.

"Hello." A voice said from behind me and I turned around to see a woman leaning against a chair.