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VPOV

Turning, dad walked back towards where Michonne, Carl, Aly and I stood. The look in his eyes telling me he was thinking overtime; gears working hard as he thought of everything that might happen, so we could be prepared.

"So we're clear." Michonne stepped up to him. "That look wasn't a let's-attack-that-man look. It was a he-seems-like-an-okay-guy-to-me look."

"We got to secure him." dad shrugged turning to Carl. "Dump his pack. Let's see what this guy really is."

"Rick!" Michonne warned.

He ignored her, turning to the others. "Everybody else, we need eyes in every direction. They're coming for us. We might not know how or when, but they are."

"Me and Sasha, we didn't see him." Maggie started. "If he wanted to hurt us, he could've."

Ignoring her as well, dad looked around. "Anybody see anything?"

Glenn- who was looking out a window- shook his head. "Just a lot of places to hide."

"All right, keep looking." dad moved over to Carl, looking over at Aaron's things. "What did you find?"

Carl handed a flare gun over, I recognized it having seen one at the sheriff's station back in our home town where dad used to work. "Never seen a gun like that before." he looked up at dad. Dad simply nodded back at him.

"That's a hell of a right cross there, Rick." Aaron groaned, waking up.

"Sit him up." dad ordered.

"I think it's better-" Maggie started, only to have Aaron cut her off.

"It's okay." he groaned again.

"He's fine. Sit him up." dad repeated, before Michonne and Maggie moved to sit Aaron up. He looked up at dad, seeming not to have gotten the idea to shut up. It would probably save his life if he did... "You're being cautions. I completely understand."

"How many of your people are out there?" dad asked, wanting to get to business. "You have a flare gun. You have it to signal you people. How many of them are there?"

Aaron sighed. "Does it matter?"

"Yes." dad answered immediately. "Yes, it does."

"I mean, of course, it-it matters how many people are actually out there, does it matter how many people I tell you are out there?" Aaron asked, not making a very good decision with his choice of words... "Because I'm pretty sure no matter what number I say... Eight. Thirty two. Four hundred and forty four. Zero." he shook his head. "No matter what I say, you're not going to trust me."

"Well it's hard to trust anyone who smiles after getting punched in the face." dad shrugged, making a good point.

"How about a guy who leaves bottles of water for you in the road?"

We all tensed, turning to look at the couple of bottles we'd sat on a bench that we'd found...

"How long you people been followin' us?" Daryl asked, stepping forward, that angry look in his eyes he got when our people- his family- were being threatened.

"Long enough to see that you practically ignored a pack of roamers on your trail. Long enough to see that, despite a lack of food and water, you never turned on each other- not even on the dog." he looked to us. "Your'e survivours, and you're people. Like I said before, and I hope you won't punch me for saying it again, that is the most important resource in the world."

We all looked to each other, Daryl's and my eyes locking on the opposite side of the barn. I shifted Judith's weight, Aly standing behind me, holding my shirt tightly, Houdini still beside her though no longer growling- yet I knew it wouldn't take much for him to attack Aaron.

I wasn't sure what the others were thinking... but I was sure we could do this. We'd been through enough to know how to handle ourselves if the place was a trap. Just look at Terminus. I thought it'd be a good idea to at least check it out. If not for us, then for Judith, and Aly... hell, even Carl. They all deserved better than this.

Dad stepped towards Aaron. "How many others are out there?" he repeated.

"One." when dad shook his head at Aaron's answer he sighed. "I knew you wouldn't believe me. If it's not words, if it's not pictures, what would it take to convince you that this is for real?" it was a good question. One no one could answer... "What if I drove you to the community?" he offered. "All of you? We leave now, we'll get there by lunch."

"I'm not sure how the 18 of us are would to fit in the car you and your one friend drove down here in." dad noted.

Aaron shook his head. "We drove separately. If we found a group, we wanted to be able to bring them all home. Theres enough room for all of us."

"And you're parked just a couple miles away, right?" Carol asked, seeming to be joining dad on the no-trust train.

"East on Ridge Road, just after you hit Route 16." he answered. "We wanted to get closer, but then the storm came, blocked the road. We couldn't clear it."

"Yeah, you've really thought this through." dad nodded, not believing a word Aaron said.

"Rick, if I wanted to ambush you, I'd do it here."

That was it.

I stepped forward, making Aly hide behind a wall- Houdini following her. "Seriously, the best thing for you to do now, is shut up." I warned.

Aaron looked up. "You can trust me." his eyes stayed locked on mine.

Daryl grabbed my arm, pulling me behind him protectively, obviously not liking the guy. Although I also wondered if he was mainly worried about me when it came to this strange man. I knew, now that I'd told Daryl everything, he would be protective of me. So was he worried this guy would try something as well?

"I'll check out the cars." Michonne offered.

"There aren't any cars." dad insisted.

"There's only one way to find out." she shrugged.

"We don't need to find out." he argued.

But Michonne wasn't having it. "We do. You know what you know, and you're sure of it, but I'm not."

"Me neither." Maggie stepped forward.

Dad shook his head. "Your way is dangerous." he told Michonne. "Mine isn't."

"Passing up someplace where we can live, where Aly can live, where Judith can live, that's pretty dangerous." she noted. "We need to find out what this is. We can handle ourselves. So that's what we're gonna do."

Glenn nodded. "Then I will, too. I'll go."

Dad turned. "Abraham."

"Yeah." Abraham moved forward, towards the group. "I'll walk with them."

Dad turned again. "Rosita."

She shifted her hold on her gun, nodding. "Okay."

Dad looked to me, but before he could say anything Daryl stepped forward. "No. She's staying with me. We'll look out."

"Okay." dad shrugged.

I didn't pay him much more attention, as Carl walked up to me, offering to take Judith. I handed my sister over to my brother. Now that I had free hands, I was able to help the others.

Daryl lifted Aaron off the ground and to his feet. Moving him away from the door. Even though Aaron's hand were bound, we couldn't take any chances. So I moved to help, setting Aaron down against a wall, away from everything.

"If we're all in here, we're a target." dad spoke to everyone.

With Aaron down, Daryl tapped my shoulder, nodding to the doors. "We've got the area covered." he told dad, the two of us heading to go out.

Before we did, I looked to dad. "You keeping Judith here?" he simply nodded. "I want Aly to stay too. I don't want her out there and I trust you."

"I'll take care of her." he reassured me.

"Thank you." I gave a light smile before turning and walking out with Daryl.

RPOV

Judith wouldn't stop fussing. Even as Aly tried to calm her, she just wouldn't stop crying- which was odd seeing as Aly had actually calmed Judith down on a few occasions. I was busy holding Judith to me as I crouched down on the ground, trying to crush some nuts we'd found outside, hoping feeding Judith would help... not that nuts would be a lot for her.

"You did see the jar of applesauce in my bag, right?" Aaron asked, causing me to stop and look up at him.

At the sound of his voice, Aly hid behind me. She wasn't one for trusting strangers, and I didn't blame her.

"This isn't a trick." he insisted. "This isn't about trying to make you like me. It's self-preservation. Because if the roamers hear her and come this way, I know I'll be the first to go."

Shifting my weight as I crouched, I thought about it, but knew I didn't have much of a choice. So standing, I moved to grab the jar of applesauce and a spoon, Aly following me. I scooped some sauce on to the spoon before moving towards Aaron, Aly staying by the little bench, hiding as best as she could as I felt her watch.

I stopped in front of Aaron, offering the spoon.

"You think I'm trying to poison your baby daughter?" when I didn't move or say anything he went on. "I'm tied up, and you've already expressed a willingness to stab me in the head. How will cruelly killing your daughter in front of you in any way help the situation?"

I knelt, shrugging. "Maybe she doesn't die. Maybe she gets sick. Maybe you're the only one that can help her, and I just lose."

"I am the only one who can help her because I have applesauce, and we all win."

I lifted the spoon to his mouth again.

He pulled back. "I hate applesauce. My mum used to make me eat food I didn't like to make me more manly. Salmon patties, applesauce, and onions. She was a very confused woman who tried her damnedest. I just brought the jar to show we have apple trees nearby."

"Like you said." I shrugged. "You'll be the first to go."

He looked from me to the spoon and back, a look of distaste and disgust on his face as he put the spoon in his mouth, eating some of the sauce.

I watched him as he pulled back, swallowing. Bring the spoon to my mouth I tested it. It seemed good, and Judith was hungry- and still crying- so I stood, moving back to the jar, deciding to feed her some.

"The community is big enough." Aaron started. "We can find a place for you to live where even when she cries, no one, nothing can hear it outside the walls."

"You got 43 minutes." I told him before turning back to the jar.

Aly's head popped up from the other side of the counter as she watched me feed Judith. Her eyes wide. I could tell she was hungry too.

I looked from the sauce, back to the little girl. "You want some?" her eyes darted to Aaron. "It's okay, Aly." I assured her.

She slowly walked out from behind the counter, coming to stand by me, nodding. "Yes please."

DPOV

Vic and I had found a spot where we could see the front of the barn, but still be covered. Houdini was with us, staying close to Vic as she sat on a fallen log, leaning against another tree, absentmindedly stroking Houdini's back.

I scanned the area, watching everything. We had sight lines of the others too. Sasha with Gabriel. Tara with Eugene. Carol and Carl with Noah. We knew splitting up was right, keeping at least one strong person with someone weaker. The only reason Vic was with me was because I was never letting her out of my sight again.

"Daryl, do you think my dad's right? Do you think we shouldn't go?"

"What, you think we should? You think it's a good idea?" I turned to her.

She shrugged. "I don't know if it's right or wrong. I don't know if it's safe. But I do know, staying out here, like this, that's not safe either. Maybe checking this place out, all of us, staying together..." she nodded, looking down at Houdini. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad."

VPOV

Dad knelt in front of the pile of canned food the others had brought back. Lifting one of the cans dad nodded looking up at everyone. He stood, turning to Aaron. "This, this is our's now."

Aaron nodded. "There's more than enough."

"It's ours." dad repeated. "Whether or not we go to you camp."

I frowned, confused.

"What do you mean?" Carl seemed to feel the same way as I did. "Why wouldn't we go?"

"If he was lying, of if he wanted to hurt us..." Michonne started. "But he isn't and he doesn't. We need this." she looked to everyone. "So we're going. All of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently."

"I don't know, man." I looked to Daryl where he sat beside me. "This barn smells like horse shit." he said, telling dad he wanted to go.

I let myself smile a little as I leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder, his arm coming around me as we looked up at my dad.

"Yeah." dad nodded. "We're going." he agreed before turning to Aaron. "So where are we going? Where's your camp?"

Aaron looked nervous, shifting slightly. "Every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel driving recruits back. I believe you're good people. I've bet my life on it. I'm just not ready to bet my friends' lives just yet."

Michonne walked forward. "You're not driving." she told him simply. "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how."

Dad crouched down, map laid out on the floor as he waited for directions. "Go north on Route 16." Aaron told him.

"And then?" Michonne pushed.

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

"We'll take 23 north." dad decided. "You'll give us directions from there."

"That's..." Aaron shook his head nervously. "I don't know how else to say it. That's a bad idea. We've cleared 16. It'll be faster."

But dad wouldn't give in. "We'll take 23. We leave at sundown."

"We're doing this at night?" Sasha asked.

"Look, I know it's dangerous." dad stood, turning to the rest of us. "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."

"No one is going to hurt you." Aaron insisted. "You're trying to protect your group, but you're putting them in danger."

"Tell me where the camp is, we'll leave right now." dad shrugged. But Aaron wouldn't say, so with that, dad made his mind up. "It's going to be a long night. Eat." he told us. "Get some rest if you can."

RPOV

Michonne followed me outside as I moved to check on the cars the others had brought back, a sedan and an RV. I crouched on the floor, checking the driver's side to see if there was anything there, useful or dangerous.

I turned to her, knowing she stood behind me. "I'm thinking you, me, Glenn drive with that guy. Carl, Judith and Aly are safer in there." I gestured to the RV. "You okay?" I asked when she didn't say anything.

"When you said that we were going, was that for real? Or are you just trying to get the guy to tell you where his camp is?"

I stood, nodded. "We're going."

"Whatever it takes to get there. Just as long as we get there."

"When you first came up on the walls outside Woodbury, what did you hear?"

"Nothing."

"And Terminus?"

"Nothing."

I nodded. "Sometime tonight, we'll be outside his camp's walls. And without seeing inside, I'm gonna have to decide whether to bring my family in." I explained to her, so she understood why I was being the way I was. "He asked me before what it would take for me to believe it was real. Truth is, I'm not sure if anything could convice me to go in there. But I'm gonna see." I reassured her. "I'm gonna see."

BaMbY