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The flash lights are back. I can see them without binoculars as I watch from the watch tower. The rain is heaving now. It echoes each time it hits the hood of my jacket.
I hope they’re ok, but the last time we let people in they nearly took over Alexandria. We can’t have a repeat of that.
I may not be my father, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the same sense that he did.
Out of habit I tape the handle of my katana that’s still sheathed On my back. I carry my fathers last name but my mama’s weapon.
I think that’s right. It has to be. Or else it wouldn’t be.
And while those people could be good they could also be a group of walkers that have somehow learned how to pick up flashlights.
Wouldn’t suprise me at this point. Maybe I’m hanging around uncle Daryl too much.
Hilltop is the closest Settlement to us now but they still wouldn’t be able to reach us in time if it were people who wanted to take this place.
Wouldn’t matter anyway. By the time they got word the fight would be over. Plus, with us living so close to DC. The walkers have been come out of there more and more lately. And more unfriendly groups have started to settle inside the city.
But that’s fine. My job is to protect this place. That’s exactly what I’ll do.