"Post office?" Carol asks.

"Josh and I were looking through the phone book for different areas to scavenge. I thought maybe a post office would have plastic materials and tarps from all the shipping. We could use it to tarp the fields before winter comes back," I explain.

Mom smiles proudly.

"Plus, Jesus was talking about how in the city the mailing trucks stopped about a month before the fall. Maybe there are packages that got thrown in the back or something," I add.

"That's smart. Would you be open to a trade so we could do the same at Kingdom?"

"Of course," mom assures. "I was actually hoping to talk to you or Ezekiel about that for some supplies we were looking for."

There's another set of footsteps behind us. I glance over my shoulder only to see Michonne walking up. I look forward and force myself to be civil.

"How does it feel being leader?" Michonne asks mom.

"Hasn't really changed since I got there. Gregory had to tuck his tail between his legs and admit defea, so he doesn't get in my way like before, though," mom tells her.

"And he calles for the election?" Michonne wonders.

"The one great idea Gregory has had."

"The rebirth of democracy.. By that guy.." Michonne notes, also astonished.

"I should patrol for geeks," I tell mom.

She tightens her grip on my arm. "Geeks are fine. You're gonna help here."

I close my eyes and sigh.

'Geek' was our code word.

Glenn had talked about using that to call walkers when things first fell. Then, mom had the idea that we could use geek as a code word.

Since everyone used 'walker', we use 'geek' to each other when we're uncomfortable or wary about a situation.

After we were taken by Paula and those Saviors, mom thought we needed better communication to talk to one another without anyone else knowing.

We'd tested it for awhile when mom was first going back on runs after giving birth. We only used it when we saw an actual walker.

Then, she implemented the 'geek' rule full time (for runs or personal issues) a couple months ago when Hershel spit up on my shoulder and I panicmed. I had held Hershel out to her and repeatedly cried 'geek' like my life depended on it all while Hershel giggled.

"Geeks are clear," she assures. "Help lift the plow."

Geeks are clear.. That meant that the situation was too important to bail on.

I glance back at Michonne. She was looking at a poster on the wall about civil wars.

I scoff at the irony. Michonne and Rick were always worried about the next big fight. Were they at all prepared for the inner circle to turn on them?

Mom and Carol continue talking. After a few seconds, Michonne turns and looks our way. We lock eyes. I didn't have the strength to fake a smile.

I turn around as mom tugs my hand and pulls me toward the plow. I lose Michonne's gaze and look st the farm tool.

"Our blacksmith can use this as a model to make more.. we can send one to the Sanctuary," mom says.

Michonne steps up behind me. I eye her sword warily as she leand in close to mom and I.

"I'm glad you won your election," Michonne whispers.

I cut my eyes to her. She gives a smile. A fake one. She knew, didn't she? She knew something. She wasn't as stupid as Rick.

"I'm glad I grew up on a farm," mom says with a smile.

"I'm glad I grew up on a farm," mom says with a smile

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