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IN DEFENCE OF AARON

DAD AND I started walking around the woods in silence before he realised that there was no one hiding to ambush us and we started to make our way back. I was carelessly walking behind Dad when I heard the clumsy steps of a walker, turning towards it I swung my hockey stick from my shoulder so I was ready. It stumbled towards me, growling and reaching forwards. With a grunt I lifted my hockey stick up and swung it around, it connected with the side of the walkers head.

I jumped back as the force of the hit took the walkers head off, blood exploded over the trees coating them with thick, almost black, liquid. Dad also jumped back as the head landed and rolled towards him, he kicked it away as it continued to snap at him. He silenced it by shooting a bolt through its forehead.

We both stared down at the head for a second, trying to process what had happened, before looking at each other. I snorted out a laugh, as I swung my hockey stick back over my shoulder, Dad chuckled and shook his head.

"When did you get so strong?" he teased, taking the bolt out of the walker "Come on, It's 'bout time we get back"

"I'm gonna be stronger than you soon" I shot back. He chuckled and shook his head, flicking the back of my head as I passed him. I yelped and spun around to face him. He raised his arms innocently before motioning for me to move forwards. Huffing, I turned back around and started to walk back to the barn.

It didn't take long for us to get back. We glanced at the RV and the other car as we stepped into the barn, where everyone was back already. At the back, there was a large pile of canned food that made my stomach ache in want.

Noah whistled at me, throwing me a can of something when I looked at him. I easily caught it, smiling at him in thanks before walking back to my bag. I leant against the wall, placing my bloody hockey stick onto the floor. Glancing down at the can of food, I couldn't help but smile at the label. I hadn't had canned spaghetti hoops in what felt like years.

Taking my knife, I stabbed a hole into the top of the can, wiggling the knife so the hole was bigger. I took my knife out and stabbed it into the wooden wall next to me, before bringing the can to my mouth and tipping it back. It was horribly cold but I couldn't complain, I'd eaten worse in my life.

"This is ours now" Rick announced to Aaron, who tiredly sighed back and nodded his head. I tried not to slurp as I ate, I didn't want the attention on me.

"There's more than enough" Aaron agreed, it was like he knew that he wouldn't get anywhere with Rick now. I began to wonder what they spoke about when we all left for an hour, what ever it was Aaron looked like he was effected by it.

"It's ours whether or not we go to your camp"

"What do you mean?" Carl spoke up, making Rick stare at him in suprise "Why wouldn't we go?"

The kid had a point, from what I could tell with the RV and the white car outside Aaron hadn't been lying so far. He seemed harmless enough, plus dad and I hadn't spotted anyone who could ambush us. Rick was being over cautious and I could tell it was getting on people's nerves, Carl's and Michonne's specifically.

"If he were lying or if he wanted to hurt us..." we all looked at Michonne as she answered for Rick "But he isn't and he doesn't. So we're going, all of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently"

It looked like that was the final decision, no one was going to speak up and disagree with Michonne. I wasn't hesitant to go, I couldn't deny that. I didn't have the best track record with communities, or with people that weren't my family for that matter.