He's Our Future

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 - 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒

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I stood and joined everyone as we waited to see what we were doing. "Where's your camp?" I asked.

"Well, every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back." He said, looking at me.

"You're not driving." Michonne started, "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how." She stepped forward.

"Go north on Route 16." He said, thinking.

"And then?" Michonne asked.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"We'll take 23 north. " Rick said, looking at his map. "You'll give us directions from there."

"That's- I don't know how else to say it. That's a bad idea." The man rushed out, "We've cleared 16. It'll be faster." He pleaded.

"We'll take 23. We leave at sundown." Rick made his final decision.

"We are doing this at night?" I asked, looking over at our leader.

"Look, I know it's dangerous." He said.

"It is. We have kids, Rick."

"But it's better than riding up to the gates during the day. If it isn't safe, we need to get gone before they know we're there." The leader looked at me, seeing if I would push it.

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"We brought dinner," Daryl said, holding up a possum.

"It's okay." Arron looked at the animal in disgust. "Come on in, guys."

We all walked in, and the gates closed behind us. I looked around, children were playing, and some people were walking. It looked normal.

"Before we take this any further, I need you all to turn over your weapons." A new voice started, "Stay, you hand them over."

"We don't know if we want to stay." Rick said, taking a step closer to the man.

"It's alright, Nicholas." Arron said.

"If we were gonna use them, we would have started already." Rick looked the man up and down, clearly intimidating him.

"Let them talk to Deanna first." Arron directed at Nicholas.

"Who's Deanna?" Abraham said.

"She knows everything you'd want to know about this place. Rick, why don't you start?" He questioned.

The was a moment of silence until a walker threw itself at the fence. "Sasha," Rick said, then there was a silenced gunshot.

"It's a good thing we're here." She smirked, clearly happy with herself.

After a little while of waiting, it was my turn to talk to Deanna. I walked in with Jacob and sat on the couch across from her.

"Hello. I'm Deanna Monroe." She smiled politely.

"Rose St- Rose Dixon."

"And who is this cutie?" She asked.

"Jacob Dixon"

"You mind if I film this?" She asked.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Do you mind if I film our talk?"

"Oh, no, I don't mind. Go ahead."

She turned the camera on as Jacob crawled into my lap.

"How long have you been out there?"