What if a hybrid was thrown into the apocalypse? What if she also knew the Dixon brothers?
"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared? I get the feeling just because everything I touch isn...
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(Author/Red: This is what Alita is wearing in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it the chapter.)
Alita's Point of View
The next morning after Daryl, the dogs, and I stopped cuddling we headed into the woods with Rick and Carol.
"Take your pick." Carol says holding out two guns.
"Look, I've been thinking. Do we really need these?" Daryl asks.
"I mean, things go bad, yeah, sure. We do what we gotta do, but it's like you said. We don't need these for that." I commented.
"Right now we don't." Carol says.
"You wanted me to try, right? I'm good." She said looking at me.
Even thought I want to take all of the guns, and hide them under my bed.
I refuse the handguns she hold out, she lastly turns to Rick.
He reaches his hand out but freezes a little before grabbing one and shoving it in his back waistband.
As we're heading back I chew on my lip as we walk through the gates, we all split up as we head in.
Daryl and I head to the house while Rick goes to work, and Carol goes to do whatever.
