Part Two

Here is the second chapter. Thank you to everyone who left kudos. It means a lot to me that you took the time to read this. Hopefully this chapter will be just as good. Next chapter will be out next Sunday.

I own nothing, Rober Kirkman is the master mind behind this beautiful yet heart breaking work of art.

Enjoy.

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"Jesus." Princess suddenly said, swinging her spear into a ready stance. "Negan's got a gun."

The ink reacted before Jesus did. It slammed into Negan, knocking said gun out of his hand and him to the ground unconscious. "Did you kill him?" Princess asked, poking him with her spear.

"The ink may have a mind of its own but I can still control it." he tsked at her then turned to Glenn. "A little warning would be nice."

"Sorry man." Glenn shrugged, looking like the world could be on fire around him right now and he still would be smiling like a lune. "Still trying to get used to all the voices and images."

There was a loud clatter as the second gate was thrown open and Rosita along with Terra, Rick, Daryl, Carol, Carl, and Aaron came rushing out. Terra and Rosita didn't stop till they were crashing into Glenn, Eugene, Abraham, and Sasha tears and happy cries filling the air. Rick and Carl came to Andrea realizing how much danger she could have been in with that other garbage dweller up in the tower with her.

"I'm okay," she assured them kissing Rick's cheek and Carl's brow. "Jesus took care of her. He saved me."

"Rick."

Turning, Rick eyed his family in their pure joy at seeing their lost loved ones alive and well before he faced Jesus.

"We need to talk."

A few minutes later found them in Rick's home, his kitchen packed with his family and the newcomers.

"How?" was all Rick could say after they all settled around his table.

"What part do you mean?" Jesus asked tilting his head.

"All of it." Rick husked looking around. "How are they alive, how did you and Morgan meet, how can you do that thing with your tattoos? Just… how?"

Jesus nodded looking over to his companions to find Princess playing with baby Judith and Morgan staring quietly at Carl. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Might as well get comfortable, this may take a while.

"Jesus," Glenn murmured getting his attention. "Before you tell them about that night in the clearing, maybe you should start with you're story. Makes things easier if you explain in chronological order."

"Yeah, you're right." he nodded turning back to Rick. "First I'll start with my… tattoos as you put it." he paused thinking for a moment before nodding and continued. "You all think you know what happens when you get bit. You get sick then you die, then you come back. And I'm betting that in most cases you kill your loved one before they turn or they kill themselves. But… they don't always turn, sometimes they clear."

"Clear what?" Maggie asked, still wrapped up in Glenn's arms, smiling like she doesn't care.

"Well, Princess calls us the bitten, spelled capital B-!-T-T-E-N." he chuckled. "That is exactly how she explained it to me."

"Because that is how it's spelled." Princess called still playing patty-cake.

He only rolled his eyes at her then turned back to the others.

"Anyway, what this means is that you get bit, you go through the fever, but you don't die. You wake up with some interesting abilities. Like this." he held up his hand letting the ink lift from his skin again and then let it hover as he made it take shapes. It became a knife, a tiger, a heart, and a skull. Everyone watched in pure amazement before he pulled it back onto his skin.

"Th' hell waz 'at?" Daryl asked just to Jesus's left.

"My powers," Jesus told him looking down at his arm. "I was actually apart of the Hilltop community, I was one of their runners. I went on a run one day and ran into one too many of the dead. One bit me then I got away. The fever came on so fast that I barely made it to a sheltered area in time before I passed out." His eyes took on a glassy look as he focused on his past. "When I woke up it was a few days later, the bite was all healed and I was dying of thirst. Believe it or not, these are not tattoos. I didn't have any when the world turned."

"Then what are they?" Andrea asked standing behind Rick with her arms crossed.

"It's just ink." he smiled. "I was looking for water and I came across a bookstore. I went looking through it picking up a few books along the way- I like to read- but I didn't find any water. Instead what I found was a bunch guys looking to rob me. Normally I could handle four guys by myself without any weapons, but I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in god knows how long. I was weak, they would have killed me, but then the weirdest thing happened. There was an open book on the ground and just as one of them was about to stab me I raised my hands and the ink from the page came with them, killing him instantly. The other guys freaked out, I freaked out a fight broke out, and wherever I moved the ink went. It acted on its own to protect me. That, I realized, became a problem… I was on my way back to the Hilltop when I came across someone that wasn't a threat. They were going to put down their gun, but the ink saw that as a threat I guess and it struck him down… Or maybe… maybe I saw him as a threat and the ink acted on my subconscious." he looked haunted before catching himself and shaking his head. "Sorry, there are still a few things I'm trying to figure out with my abilities. Hopefully, with Glenn's help, I can figure it out."

"Why Glenn?" Carol asked kindly, but he could see something in her eyes.

"Small note to self, don't piss this woman off." he thought with a gulp.

"I was bit too." Glenn said reaching for the back of his left shoulder.

"When did that happen?" Maggie demanded suddenly worried.

"I'm okay," he assured her, rubbing her arms. "It's healed now."

"So then you're a B!TTEN?" she wondered quietly.

He nodded.

"Jesus will get to that," he promised now looking at everyone else. "And I'll tell you what I can do. But to understand everything you need to hear his story."

They were all quiet for a moment.

"Continue." Rick finally nodded to the ink wielder.

He nodded back then folded his hands on the table and leaned forward.

"After I realized that my powers were unstable and dangerous, I then also realized that I couldn't go back home. So I roamed around Virginia for the longest time. Then, just when I thought I was going to lose it, Princess showed up." He chuckled as he remembered that day. "She was sitting on top of a car with a rocket launcher, singing some weird song I had never heard before. Then she looked over to the car in which I was hiding behind and smiled. 'about time you showed up.' she yelled at me. 'I've been waiting for months, Paul Monroe. Now come on out so we can talk about our future.'" he chuckled again. "She was also bit, a lot earlier than myself. For months she has been having visions. Of the past, and future and even the present."

"How can you have a vision of the present?" Sasha asked. "I'm grateful to you and the other for getting me out of the casket. But I'm in the same boat as Rick and everyone else. I don't know anything about all this bitten stuff."

"B!TTEN!" Princess corrected.

"That's what I said." Sasha told her looked confused.

"You didn't spell it right." she shrugged.

"I didn't spell anything, I said it." Sasha exclaimed.

"Just leave it." Jesus sighed rubbing his temple. "It's impossible to talk to her about certain things."

"Still," Carl asked. "I want to know too, how can she see the present?"

"She can focus on someone she knows and sees what they're doing and with who," Abraham answered. "Or if she has something of the person she wants to see she can. That's how we knew when to come here, and how you all were doing? She has a few things of yours."

"Where th' hell did she git 'at?" Daryl demanded.

"Some from the prison," Princess said nonchalantly. "Some from the Church. That's where we met Morgan. He just got bit a few weeks before that."

They all looked at Morgan making him uncomfortable.

"It was during my time at a cabin with a man that taught me how to use the staff. We were overrun, both bit, but he turned, he didn't clear." He explained looking away. "I cleared, and now can make people see and hear things that I want them to."

"He can plant memories too." Jesus smiled. "He's been awesome with all this Savior stuff, he's saved our butts on more than one occasion."

Morgan only shook his head at this and continued to look at his lap.

"So the bite can give powers." Carol stated.

"No actually." Jesus shook his head. "Princess was bitten in the beginning, there were cases of this then too. They locked up people that were known to be sick and studied them. Some turned others cleared in Morgan's words. Princess was one of those and they had said that in order to save itself from the initial infection that kills you her brain opened up another percentage of itself to strengthen the body so it could fight. It won and because there was another percentage open she had powers. That's how it works with all B!TTEN."

"That sounds like a bunch of science fiction." Michonne snorted.

"Well so was the idea of walking corpses." he shrugged.

"So what happened after you met Princess?" Aaron asked getting Jesus's attention making him pause.

He started for a moment, just drinking in the image that was the man before him.

"Jesus." Glenn warned.

"Sorry." he shook his head. "Ah, after I met her she talked to me and worked with me on controlling my powers. It still has a mind of its own but I got a handle on it now. And then she told me about this prophecy. Sounds super pretentious I know but it's the best way I can describe it. I know after Eugene you are not going to want to believe in something like this but just hear me out."

"I can vouch for him," Glenn promised. "I've seen it."

"Seen what?" Michonne asked, by Ezekiel.

"The vision." He told her. "Just listen to Jesus."

"There is a threat coming." Jesus started getting serious now. "A threat ten times worse than those you have faced so far. Worse than the governor, the cannibals, or wolves and way more than the walkers. This could end everything that you are building in one fell swoop."

"What is it?" Rick asked.

"The dead, but worse," he told him. "They look like the dead but they aren't and they only speak in whispers. They're dangerous. You don't know they're there until you're surrounded. They'll end you before you even have a chance. Most of them have powers. They work with the dead, they have massive herds at their disposal. They will tear everything down."

"If what you're saying is true," Ezekiel stepped forward his eyes wide with terror. "What can we do to stop this monstrous army?"

"There are eleven people, they will be bit and their powers will be the key to stopping the whisperers."

"Who are they?" Gabriel queried.

"They are all here in this room, well except one." He told them looking each of them in the eye. "There is a particular order in which they are changed that's preferred. The future's not set in stone, Princess has seen so many different scenarios, but the one clear thing is that this threat is coming to no matter what future she looks at and if these people don't become B!TTEN then we will all fall."

"So tell us who they are." Daryl pushed getting tenser by the second.

Jesus looked around again, nibbling on his lip.

"Please don't freak out if I name or don't name you. This is just… how it is according to Princess's vision." he took a deep breath, then began looking to Glenn. "Glenn already knows that he is one of them. Then Ezekiel"- he gave the king a pointed look- "sorry to out you but you are also already B!TTEN."

They all looked to the king making him stiffen and glance around.

"I understand." Jesus shrugged. "It's not something you just tell people, especially if you're their leader. It could instigate a coo, and the fact that you can manipulate animals only makes it a bit scarier when you've got a tiger."

Ezekiel looked around a bit nervous as everyone stared seeming to suddenly understand the situation with the tiger now.

"No." he told them. "His words are only half-truth. Shiva was with me from the beginning. I only got bit a few months before I founded the kingdom. After that, I refused to control her unless it was absolutely necessary. But this ability did help me with hunts and such and teaching her who to attack and who not to attack."

The others seemed satisfied with this and nodded collectively.

"Keep going." Glenn told Jesus. "Tell them who else."

"Then there is Rick, Andrea, Daryl, Carol, Michonne, Maggie, Aaron, and myself." he concluded.

"That's only ten," Andrea informed now glaring at him. "Who's the eleventh?"

He paused, this was the part that was going to be difficult.

"Negan." he said softly, but not enough so they couldn't hear.

"No." Daryl growled.

"I will not allow it." Rick hissed.

"He killed Eric." Aaron urged. "Spencer, Denise-"

"He tried to kill Glenn and Abraham." Maggie exclaimed.

"But he didn't," Glenn told her. "Maggie, everyone, I know who he is and what he has done and tried to do. But we need him. I've seen the vision, without him we're all dead."

"How?" Maggie demanded. "How have you seen this?"

"... that's my power," he told them, his voice speaking directly through their minds. "I can read and connect minds. I have telepathy." he paused looking down, letting all their shock fill him before looking back up. "I'll show you if you want."

"Oh, man." Jesus face palming himself. "Why didn't we do that before?"

"Because we didn't want to freak them out remember."

"Oh yeah."

"Show us." Rick told him.

"Princess." Glenn called.

"Yeah yeah." she called back placing her fingers to her temples.

Glenn's eyes flutter closed and he gripped Maggie's shoulder for support.

"Glenn?" she asked starting to panic.

"I'm fine," he told her keeping his eyes closed. "It's just a lot of images and shouting. It's a bit overwhelming. So fare warning. Those who are standing should probably sit down."

Everyone but Daryl did as he said and waited.

Taking a deep breath he reached out to everyone with his mind and let the vision flood them. There was a collective gasp and stumbling feet as they were patched into Princess's mind. There were herds, massive ones that overpowered them before they knew what had happened. Then they started falling. They didn't understand why until they saw the first walker with a knife. Then saw another one breaking their people's bones with their mind. Now they understood. But it kept going. They saw many different realities. Ones where they didn't get bit- they all died. Ones where they did- depending on the powers they could live or die. Ones where they didn't release Negan- they died. And then there was one. This was the most promising. They knew ahead of time about the whispers. Glenn, Abraham, and Sasha all were alive- which wasn't a thing in most of the others. They all got specific powers. And they fought with Negan. In this one, their survival along with the survival of all the communities was almost guaranteed.

This was their only chance.

"You see." Glenn huffed slightly out of breathe.

"Glenn." Jesus urged standing from his seat.

"I'm fine." He promised. "Keeping connections going is hard but it's getting easier. I just need practice."

Jesus nodded, taking his seat again.

"As you saw, we need Negan," he told them looking around the room again. "Without him, we're finished."

They all shared looks of discomfort, shifting back and forth no one really sure on how they could argue.

"What 'bout th' ones ya killed?" Daryl asked turning to Jesus. "Them garbage people an' those Saviors."

"They were people that would be problems in the future," Jesus assured. "There is something that you need to know. Negan wasn't always like he is. He had to become that to keep his people in line. The other communities, they got most of the descent folks. The Saviors got all the gang members and true deviants. All the really bad people like the claimers. Someone had to step up and keep them in line. And people like that don't respond unless you use force or are truly terrifying enough. All those people I killed, they would have tried to destroy the communists because they're all entitled assholes. The ones I didn't kill are the good ones. They need to be integrated into the communities as best as possible. And trust me, they will do what needs to be done to earn their place."

"You want us to accept them into our homes?" Rick drawled squinting his eyes in an unbelieving manner.

"It has to be done." Jesus insisted. "They're good people, they'll be good additions. Trust me."

"Rick," Glenn urged. "He's right, please, just trust him."

"Man knows more than we do." Abraham jumped in. "He kept us alive all this time we were away from home. If he says they're good people, I believe him."

Rick rubbed his hand on his knee in thought glancing at Daryl, Carol then Andrea before tilting his head.

"We'll see how it goes with them." he agreed. "As for Negan, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, he stays locked up."

"Agreed." Jesus nodded. "He may not have started out as a dick, but that doesn't mean he isn't one now."

"So we agree with all that. But there is still one thing I want to know." Michonne spoke up looking to Glenn, Abraham then Jesus. "Sasha I get. You created a distraction in the road, used Morgan's powers to keep them from noticing as you got her out then waited for us on the same road to gather the Kingdom and Hilltop. But what I want to know is how did you save Glenn and Abraham. I was there, I saw what happened."

"You think what you saw was what was," Morgan told her shaking his head. "But it wasn't."

"We had already been through part of this before," Jesus added. "That night he had you cornered we came and tried to put a stop to it. We were going to do exactly what we did at the front gate. Flex our powers and freak Negan out, maybe make him as well as all of you listen. But before we could a massive herd swept through and started a panic. There was a fight and we jumped in to help, but then two things happened."

"Glenn got bit, and Abraham got seriously wounded." Morgan told them.

"We knew that you wouldn't believe us." Jesus sighed. "Especially after everything going on with the Saviors. Princess told us about your past. Like when Aaron first made contact with you and Rick punched him."- Aaron chuckled at his making Jesus smile.- "Or with Gabriel. We knew you wouldn't trust us. We had no proof besides our powers and words. Even Morgan's powers wouldn't work, he can make you see what you want. We didn't want to lie and we knew that if we tried that you would just assume it was all a trick. Not to mention two of your friends were hurt. So we did the only thing we could think of. We loaded Glenn and Abraham up into our van, then Morgan messed with your memories. The bodies you saw were two walkers. We left after that to treat Glenn and Abraham. What happened after that wasn't intended." At this, he turned to Daryl. "I'm sorry for what they did to you. We didn't know about it till a while later. That note with the key and match, well Princess wrote it trying to copy the girl that ran away then I snuck in and left it for you. It doesn't make up for what happened I know, but I tried."

Daryl, never a man of many words, blushed and nodded his thanks looking anywhere but at the group.

"So," Andrea jumped in leaning closer to Rick. "What now?"

"Now, we get ready." Jesus told her. "Princess will stay here, I'll go back to Hilltop, and Morgan will go to the Kingdom. Our rolls will change a bit. Now we have to stay and help train those who get bit. Because trust me, now that people will figure out that the bite doesn't always kill they won't be as afraid of it."

"That's stupid." Carol snorted. "It could still kill you."

"I know." Jesus sighed. "But it's going to happen. More B!TTEN will be made and without knowing how to control them they could be dangerous."

"Accepting this is not going to be easy," Rick told him. "But things are changing, and we need to be ready. So we'll do it your way. This is the way it has to go?"

"If we want to live."

"Then we better get started."

It had been months since Jesus and the others showed up, maybe even a year. And so far things were peaceful. The communities were thriving. There were plenty of new people and a fair amount of B!TTEN. Which meant that the three newcomers were always busy.

"Stay calm, Magna." Jesus soothed. "Getting angry isn't going to help. It will only make it worse."

"You say that one more time and I will shove this knife up your ass." Magna- one of the newest additions- growled trying to keep a knife in the air.

"Magna." Yumiko- another one of Magna's group- hissed from behind her. "Don't be rude."

Magna snarled quietly watching as the knife shook with her anger. If she wasn't careful then it would start going wild and just fly everywhere and most likely kill someone.

"I know you find my meditation hippie-dippie crap bullshit, as you put it, but it will help," he told her softly. "In through the nose and out through the mouth."

She glared at him but did as he said focusing on the knife and breathing slowly. As she breathed the knife steadied. She kept it up till it was still, then she moved her hands very slowly watching as it moved with her.

"Good job." he smiled making her lose concentration so it went flying into a tree trunk. "With time it will be perfect." he kept smiling backing away as she turned her glare back on him. "Connie," coming up to the deaf woman slowly. "How's it going." Her back was turned to him so Kelly, her sister, had to translate.

Connie turned to him and started frantically moving her hands.

"Slow down." he pleaded moving his hands slowly, fumbling a little with his signs. "Whatever it is, I can help, but only if I understand."

"She's afraid," Kelly told him signing as she spoke. "Last time she did this she took out five trees. She can't hear it so she doesn't know how strong it is meaning she's shooting blind basically. She doesn't want to hurt anyone."

"Okay, Connie this is what I want you to do." he addressed her, annunciating his words and moving his hands slowly. "You can't hear it, but you can feel it. I've seen this. You can feel walkers coming, or other people. You feel the vibration."

She nodded.

"Then feel the vibrations you send out," he told her looking toward a tree. "I want you to focus on that tree, and clap very lightly at it, and I mean like barely a golfer clap. Feel the vibrations you send out. And use that to get used to the feeling."

She looked terrified and started flashing signs faster than even Kelly could read.

"Connie," he said gently grabbing her hands. "You can do this. Just stay calm. You got this."

Still smiling gently at her he backed up along with Kelly and watched. Connie gulped then raised her arms as if that act alone would destroy the area around her. Once they were in position she brought her hands together and barely tapped them together. It sounded five times louder than it should, like a gunshot. The wave of sound went until it hit the tree piercing a small gash in the trunk. For a moment they just all stared then Connie spun on her heel with a smile.

"Amazing." Jesus chuckled. "See, now you have a starting point. Just keep going from that."

She nodded going to clap her hands together before remembering her abilities and settling for just bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"She can turn sound into a weapon." he thought with a smile. "Even if she isn't one of the eleven, her powers will be extremely helpful when the whisperers come." he looked out over the field seeing the rest of his students all hard at work to control their new powers. "They're all coming along nicely, but still, the Whisperers will have their own powerful B!TTEN. This fight is gonna be hell on everyone."

They were out there for another half hour before Jesus called an end to lessons and sent everyone back inside the walls. He followed them waving to a few people as he made his way to the Barrington house heading straight for the office and knocking.

"Come in." he heard from the other side.

"Afternoon, Maggie." he smiled as he entered.

"Jesus," Maggie beamed sitting at her desk looking over reports and maps.

"Hey Jesus." in the corner Glenn was playing with his son, Hershel, and the few baby toys he's found for him.

"Glenn." Jesus smiled waving to little Hershel. "I didn't know that you got back from your trip to Alexandria."

"Just a few minutes ago actually," Glenn told him lifting his son into his arms as the baby giggled. "Saw you out in the fields with the new B!TTEN, they looked good."

"That's what I came to talk to Maggie about." he nodded. "They are doing good. The two newcomers are a bit difficult, Magna's trust issues and temper delay her progress. And Connie is afraid of her powers, she doesn't want to hurt anyone. But they're getting better. With a little more time they'll be some of the best fighters we'll have I'm sure."

"But do we have the time?" Maggie wondered leaning back in her chair.

"For now we should be okay," Jesus assured with a nod. "Things won't start until Aaron gets bit, that's one thing Princess is sure of."

"If that ever happens."

"Maggie." Glenn warned gently.

"It will." Jesus urged.

"It's been nearly a year since you told us," she said thoughtfully. "I don't regret listening to you or believing in the vision- you saved Glenn, and you were right about the B!TTEN- but you've said it yourself, the future isn't set in stone and anything can possibly change it. So what if your warning us did something to change it."

"I will admit that that could be the case," Jesus admitted. "But Princess is still having the vision. Unless the vision had already happened or we did something to change it she wouldn't be seeing it. So I believe that they are still coming."

She stared him down before sighing and nodding.

"If you say so." she acquiesced. "Was there anything else or was the report all you wanted to talk about?"

"No there is nothing else." he told her.

"Okay." she nodded looking out the window. "It'll be dark soon and Daryl isn't back. If he doesn't come back soon Carol will go out and hunt him down herself."

"I'm just happy that they finally got together." Glenn sighed handing Hershel to his mother. "The tension between them was the worst."

"Well, it was going to happen sooner or later." Jesus chuckled.

"Still it won't do to have our head of security out in the open at night, even if she is one of the toughest women I've met." Maggie groaned. "Daryl better get back from his hunting trip soon or we're all in trouble."

"It'll be fine." Jesus assured. "If it makes you feel better, I'll look for him."

Both of them chuckled at that.

"I doubt that's why you want out there." Glenn smirked with a knowing smile.

"No fair reading my mind." he chastised.

"I know about that vision." Glenn shrugged.

"Doesn't mean it's going to happen." Jesus shook his head. "This is just more training."

"Whatever you say." Glenn shrugged.

"We know you need your time outside the walls like Daryl." Maggie smiled rubbing her cheek against Hershel's peach fuzz hair. "So go on."

"I'll be back before sunset." he promised marching out the door and then the gates.

He rode his horse out a little ways from Hilltop, almost halfway between his home and Alexandria.

The designated meeting point.

He dismounted and scanned the area. Most likely his next student was hiding waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Just like he trained him.

"Where are you at Aaron?" he wondered tying up his horse.

It had all started with a simple reporting mission. Jesus hadn't gained any B!TTEN students yet and was losing his mind inside the walls of Hilltop. So when Maggie had mentioned to him, Daryl, and Carol that she needed someone to go and report to Rick he jumped at the chance. He had met Aaron halfway just like he was going to today, and they ran into some trouble. Jesus was armed with the ink of course, but it was just a few so he didn't bother using his powers. He took them all out with his martial arts. Aaron was amazed and asked Jesus to teach him. So for the last year, they had been meeting and he has been teaching Aaron to fight without any kind of weapons. He was coming along nicely with his hand to hand combat. It made Jesus quite proud if he was honest. It also helped that he got to spend a lot of time with Aaron. Not that he was expecting anything from it no matter what Princess predicted.

He had been waiting for a while now with no sign of Aaron. He was starting to wonder if he should head home when something caught his attention. A noise, stumbling footsteps.

"A walker?" he wondered getting into a defensive stance listening harder.

But no that wasn't right. Yes, they were stumbling but they weren't lackadaisical. They were hurried, shuffling.

"Really Aaron," Jesus called with a coy smile. "You're slacking on your learning. You're supposed to sneak up on me."

There was no answer and for a moment he wondered if it was a walker.

"Aaron?" he called again now turning to face the shuffling. "AARON!"

"Paul…" Aaron whimpered falling forward.

"Aaron," Jesus cried rushing to catch the other scout. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Hurts…" was all Aaron could say.

"What hurts?" Jesus urged looking over his body. That's when he saw it, on his left arm. "Oh god."

There, on his left arm just under the elbow was two perfect sets of imprints of incisors and canines.

"Aaron." he breathed holding the other close. "It's gonna be okay."

"Hey!" someone called out making Jesus look over her shoulder.

"Daryl!" Jesus cried relieved.

"Whas goin' on?" Daryl asked lugging a boar on his shoulders.

"It's Aaron," Jesus informed. "He's been bitten."

"Shit." Daryl hissed dropping the pig and kneeling down next to Jesus. "We gotta get 'im back ta Hilltop."

"Yeah." Jesus nodded hefting Aaron up and slinging his arm over his shoulder as Daryl did the same with Aaron's other arm.

"It's begun." Jesus thought now a little panicked as they passed through the Hilltop gates. "Aaron is the beginning. The Whisperers are coming."

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