(Author/Red: Alita is wearing the outfit on the left. Hope you enjoy the chapter.)
Alita's Point of View
It was the next morning, Daryl and I are on the porch once again.
I looked up from the guitar in my hands that Ash and Nate got from someone here.
They figured that I could use it more than they could at the moment at least.
Then I heard a little noise of pain, I rolled my eyes seeing that he pricked his thumb while messing with his arrows.
"Need me to kiss that for you?" I asked, he makes a mocking face at me as he sucks on his thumb.
I smiled a little, and I looked over when the door opens.
"Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles." Carol says, and I smiled at her.
"Congratulations on the job friend." I told her, and she smiles at me.
"Thank you." She says to me.
"What?" Daryl asks her.
"Make dinner for the older people— Moms who need a break, people who can't cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbors that way." She informs him, Daryl scoffs at her.
"Alright." He says.
"Smart." I stated as Carol smiled at me.
"Have you taken a shower yet?" She asks, I looked over at my dirt covered husband.
"Mh—hmm." He says, Carol looks over at me.
"I'll make him get one." I assured her.
"You ain't even got one." He points out.
"Yeah, but I was waiting to get comfortable, I don't want to get murdered while I'm naked." I defended.
He squints at his eyes at me, I returned the favor sarcastically, Carol laughs softly at us.
"Take a shower. I'm gonna wash that vest. We need to keep up appearances, even you." Carol orders heading down the steps.
"You heard the boss lady." I mumbled.
"Hey, I ain't starting now." Daryl calls after her.
"I'm gonna hose you down in your sleep." She threatens heading down the sidewalk.
"You look ridiculous." He comments.
I slapped his leg, he pushes me with his foot, and I pushed him away.
"Don't touch me with your nasty *** shoe." I told him, and he does it again.
"What ya gonna do?" He pushes, and I slapped his leg lightly.
"I'll wash your hair." I threatened, which earns me a leaf to the face.
I stood up looking at Carol as she walks away.
"Hey!" I called out, she turns to me.
"Can I get a casserole?" I asked her, and she shook her head.
"You aren't elderly." She told me.
"I know I'm not! But, Daryl is though!" I said smiling, as she laughs at me as she walked away, and then I get tackled to the floor.
-Back at the audition.-
"Have I... Killed people?" I repeated slowly, and Deanna nodded.
I see my dad waited to hear my answer.
"Yeah, it's kind of apart of surviving." I pointed out, and I could see my dad nodding at my statement.
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