I walked down the road towards the infirmary.
"Hey, Tara, have you seen the letter everybody's--oh." I said and I saw she was standing on the porch with Daryl.
"You gon talk to me now?" Daryl asked.
"Wasn't going to before it and now I'm really not going to. I was kinda hoping my bike would crash on the way here so I wouldn't have to." I told him and walked away.
"Carl!" I called out and he turned towards me.
"Yeah?" He asked and walked towards me.
"What did the letter say? I know you read it." I told him and he nodded his head.
"Besides what you already know--Everybody except Carol, Ezekiel, Jerry, and Anthony died from that group.
Maggie has some of them held hostage and I think you know the rest." Carl told me.
"She has them kept as hostages?" I asked.
"Yeah, outside the walls." Carl told me and I scoffed.
"Of course, I'm sure it was Jesus's idea...You remember Morales from Atlanta?" I asked and Carl thought about it for a second.
"Uh, yeah, I guess." Carl said.
"Yeah, he's dead now. Like more than dead." I told him and walked away.
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Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse
FanfictionTHIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN BARE WITH ME Currently edited up to *guts**Jessamine didn't start in the apocalypse it's just what she grew up in, and now she's going to have to survive it
