𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄
(Make sure to read books 1 & 2 before reading this one!)
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A new life doesn't open as a present, with pretty ribbons and assurance of comfort, yet more as a road to adventure with a degree of fog and chill. And thus...
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CHLOE STOOD alongside Aaron and Jesus, observing a horde circling around itself.
"It's about a hundred thirty, forty of them," Daryl stated as he approached them.
"You ever see them do this before?" Jesus inquired, looking at both Aaron and Chloe.
"No. Never," Aaron replied, and Chloe shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the peculiar horde.
"Rosita's back trail goes right through 'em. We should get the horses, circle around, then we'll pick it up on foot," Daryl suggested.
"What about them?" Aaron asked.
"What about 'em?"
"They're just milling around. That's not normal," Jesus pointed out.
"No. No, it ain't," Chloe added.
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An unsettling feeling gripped Chloe. With each gust of wind, a paralyzing fear crept down her spine, but she couldn't pinpoint the cause.
"We should go. There's a storm coming," Daryl suggested.
"Come on, Dog!" she called, following the guys.
Logan and the group lingered just outside Hilltop's gate, noting Dianne watching them through her binoculars as they approached on horseback. The carriage behind them carried the new group, DJ, and Tom.
"Friendly welcome," John scorned.
"State your business," Dianne shouted from the wall above.
"We're here for Rosita," Michonne hollered back.
"We met your messengers on the road. They filled us in on what happened," Siddiq added.
