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The following chapter is to set up the ones that follow… Hope you enjoy.
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First Threat…..
"Dad…help!" Shouted Carl.
"We need help…Mr. Grimes!" Yelled Enid.
Rick and Michonne glanced at each other and then simultaneously ran down the stairs to the distressed familiar voices. They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked towards the living area to find a bleeding Carl on the couch and Enid frantically trying to find something to cover the wound.
"Oh my God! What happened!" Yelled Michonne as she ran to the teen.
Rick could see that the injury was deep and needed tending to quickly. "Mich, go get Rosita and Dr. Denise Cloyd quickly!"
Michonne wanted to stay and care for Carl, but she knew that she could run the quickest to get the needed help as Rick ran to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. Rick also grabbed some towels and ripped them to wrap the injury.
Michonne ran out the door in haste and Rick knelt next to where his son was laying down and proceeded to do what he could before help arrived.
"Were you overrun by a herd?...Did you….get bit?" It was very hard for Rick to ask. Rick could tell that it didn't look like a bite, but he wanted to make sure that that didn't happen as well.
"No…It was Ron." Answered Carl as he looked over at Enid. Rick was able to pick up on the looks that the two teens were sharing.
"Carl…What happened?" Inquired Rick. He suddenly felt a shiver go up his spine. He could tell that the two shared something terrible.
"Dad… He stabbed me and then he tried to shoot me." Stated Carl with tears forming in his eyes. "I …I…"
"I think I killed him Mr. Grimes." Confessed Enid. She displayed a frown, but did not have tears. "He was going to kill Carl… Because we were together and I had to do it."
Rick held on to his son's injured arm trying to stop the bleeding. He looked at his son then Enid and then looked away trying to take in all the information he was just given. Rick nodded to himself, clenched his jaw and then looked over at Enid.
"Do you know where this happened?" Asked Rick. Enid nodded. "You are going to take me there. If he is dead I am going to make sure he doesn't reanimate and if he isn't he doesn't have much time out there injured." Rick looked over at his son. "Here, keep it tight. Michonne will be back soon. Don't tell anyone what you told me."
"Why?" Questioned a confused Carl. "He was trying to kill me. It was self-defense."
"I know that son…But we are still outsiders here and the last thing we need at the moment, is for it to be our group against Alexandria… Again. I'll go out there and check."
Rick checked his weapons, quickly placed a caring hand on his son's sweaty head, nodded and left. Enid followed.
It was only a few minutes later when Michonne, accompanied by Rosita and Dr. Cloyd rushed through the front door. Rosita and Dr. Cloyd did not waste time working on Carl's wound. Michonne looked at the teen and then around noticing that Rick and Enid were not present. She looked at Carl who shook his head slightly. Michonne refrained from inquiring about their whereabouts for the moment.
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Sasha was sitting in the watch tower as she saw Rick and Enid walk outside the walls. She looked around with the scope on her weapon to see if there were any approaching walkers or other forms of threat. She slightly turned her head when she heard the door open and close behind her. It was Spencer Monroe.
"Hi… Would you like a break? You've been here for a while, so…"
"I'm fine." Interrupted Sasha. She turned around and continued looking out.
"Were you…a soldier or something?... If you don't mind me asking?" Asked Spencer, standing there with his weapon strapped to his back.
"Why?" Answered Sasha without taking her eyes off her scope or moving her head.
"Because of the jacket… And your skills."
Sasha slowly removed her eye from the scope and looked down at her jacket. "It… belonged to a friend." She answered so low that it was almost a whisper.
Spencer looked down as he was able to read in her body language that it probably belonged to a friend that no longer existed among the living. "I know."
"You know what?" Asked Sasha, finally looking at Spencer.
"That it's hard to say good-bye… When you can…. at least, get to say good-bye." His eyes began to get classy as he thought about his brother Aidan and his father Reg.
"It never gets easy… It just becomes the norm…. I guess." Shared Sasha with a shrug of her shoulder.
Spencer nodded and wiped a tear from his eye. "Sorry for your loss."
"Sorry for yours." Sasha replied. They were silent for a few minutes.
Spencer looked around, cleared his throat and then looked at Sasha's gun. "Can I see it?"
"What?" Asked Sasha and saw that Spencer was motioning towards her weapon. She looked at it then at him and nodded with a small smile.
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The darkness was fast approaching and the air was cooling down. There were guards at the gate and a few people taking their perimeter watch. Out of the shadows appeared a tall bald Caucasian man in dark clothes and boots. He stood in front of the gate entrance. His sudden presence took Marty one of the guards at the gate, by surprise, making him brusquely reach for his weapon and point it at the man. Marty was in his early twenties, very thin and only stood 5'5.
"Whoa… Watch it little fella… Don't do something you might regret." Declared the bald man.
"What…do you want?" Asked Marty as he continued to point his gun.
"I came here to speak with the most important person in this cozy little place…your leader." Stated the man.
Veronica walked up to where Marty stood and saw the man on the other side of the gate. Veronica instinctively did the same as Marty did, with her own weapon. Veronica was part Asian and Caucasian in her late 30s. Marty walked backwards towards where Veronica stood, whispered something to her and then she ran into the community.
"They went to fetch her, I presume." Stated the bald man.
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Veronica ran up to Rick's porch and knocked on the door. She was greeted by Rosita who informed her that Rick wasn't in. Veronica looked over and saw Jessie standing on her porch smoking a cigarette and looking at her watch. Veronica ran over to Jessie.
"Hey, would you know where Rick is?" Asked Veronica.
"What?... No, you're asking the wrong person. Why don't you ask his Michonne." Jessie replied sarcastically.
"There is someone at the gate looking for our leader and I can't find Rick anywhere."
"Leader?...Please, and when we need him he's not around… typical." Chuckled Jessie as she shook her head and rolled her eyes. She took another puff of her cigarette and folded her arms due to the chill in the air. Veronica turned to leave. "Hey, listen." Said Jessie stopping Veronica.
"Yeah?" Reacted Veronica.
"Just go to Deanna… She was our leader for a long time before Rick and his band came in here pushing their weight around… Let her handle it."
"You sure?" Questioned Veronica.
"I'm sure Rick's nowhere to be found." Jessie retorted. Veronica accepted and began to walk towards Deanna's home. "Oh… have you seen Ron? I'm waiting for him and he hasn't appeared and I'm worried sick."
Veronica answered with a shake of her head and continued on her way.
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Fifteen minutes had passed and Veronica finally returned with Deanna. At first, Deanna was reluctant to go with her, not out of fear to speak to the unknown person, but she didn't want to go over Rick, after relinquishing her leadership and handing it over to him. She didn't feel comfortable over stepping her boundaries and felt that it could be disrespectful, but seeing the urgency in Veronica's face and thinking that perhaps Rick was busy with other pressing matters, she accepted.
"My name is Deanna… How can I help you?" Asked Deanna.
Out of the darkness, behind the man emerged another man, a little younger, but this person was familiar to Deanna.
"Chris?" Asked a visibly surprised Deanna.
"So you still remember me?" Inquired the man. He was a Caucasian male, medium built, in his early 30s, dark brown hair. He also displayed something that was visually disturbing to Deanna. He had a W carved on his forehead.
"Chris…What happened?" Queried Deanna as she took a few steps back.
"You left me for dead… You and all your 'righteous followers' and then these people… My new friends found me and gave me back my life." Chris returned.
"Yeah, our friend here told us all about you and this nice place you got here… So, we decided to visit and see what we can get." Chimed the bald man.
"There is nothing here for either of you and I suggest that you two leave immediately!" Exclaimed Deanna.
"Now, that's not nice… I've heard about your parties and your houses… We want in… Now!" Declared the bald man in a menacing tone.
"Leave!" Deanna Stated in a stern voice.
"Why the W?" Asked Marty.
"Because we are wolves little piggy." Answered the bald man as he looked upon Deanna. "Little pig, little pig let me in."
Deanna saw a look on the bald man's face that told her something wasn't right. He smiled, lifted his right hand and then lowered it.
"BANG!...BANG!"
Spencer was inspecting Sasha's weapon and looked up when he heard the noise. He looked out the sniper window from the guard tower and saw the two bodies on the floor and his mother at the gate. He quickly handed Sasha's weapon to her and grabbed his own and ran down the stairs.
Before Deanna could react, both Marty and Veronica were on the ground with shots to the forehead. Deanna looked at the two fallen members of her community as tears formed in her eyes. Then she looked at the bald man that took out his own handgun and pointed it towards her. He smiled at her and pulled the trigger.
"BANG!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Yelled Spencer as he ran to his mother who fell to the ground with a shot in her chest. He fell to where she was and held her in an embrace. The bald man was accompanied by other people next to him and behind him. The bald man aimed his gun at Spencer.
Suddenly, the bald man fell back when one of his people fell on him with a hole in the head. Then another met the same fate. It was Sasha; she was shooting who she could from the watch tower.
"Run!... now!" Yelled Sasha. Spencer looked up at her. He picked up Deanna and carried her off to safety.
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"You can't keep jumping over the gates like that anymore. Next time you might not just cut yourself, but also get a really bad infection." Dr. Cloyd said to Carl as she gathered her things as she stood in his bedroom.
Michonne and Rosita were also in Carl's room. Dr. Clyod was able to stop the bleeding and stitch the cut. She ordered Carl to rest and told him that she will come over tomorrow to check him. Michonne walked the two ladies to the front door and closed it behind them. Once they were gone she went back upstairs to address something pending with Carl.
"OK, what happened?" Michonne abruptly asked.
Carl sighed.
"Kock…knock!"
Michonne looked at Carl. "One of them must have forgotten something. When I come back, you're telling me everything." Michonne walked downstairs, opened the door and their stood Jessie.
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Hmmmmm…..What will happen next?
Got to keep reading to find out.
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