#verse 4

Alexandria was still reeling from the ‘death’ of Rick Grimes, but they’ve been more wary of strangers from outside the gates... Following a tense trial with Magna and her group, Michonne decided to bring them to the Hilltop along with Siddiq.

Today, Riff/Snipes wanted to make sure they made it to the Hilltop, packing her gear and weapons as she prepare to make the trek on foot... But wanted to see if Maleficent could use her magic to teleport her and Philip there, just in case.

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Dwight had been missing for quite a while already and it was a matter to worry about. The last times he'd been seen were following the Trapper around, seeming to obey him. Even a simple snap of the Trapper's fingers made him stop what he was doing and run to his side. He was always bruised or wounded afterwards when they got back to the campfire and he wouldn't let anyone touch him except for the ones that helped him before this situation got that bad.

However, all of this was over now. He was gone for good.

The survivors were sitting at the campfire, four of them, and it was the time for Dwight to stalk them and find out what he needed to do. Since he couldn't see, he had to cry louder so he would be able to reach their auras with his new way to see, and found out who the survivors were. If a survivor was to look around, they'd just see his glowing eyes but that was all.

(Survivor version)

When the fog swallowed them, they appeared at a new place. They were inside a mine, it was somewhat suffocating but they could breathe well enough not to have problems. There were dark, long corridors and bigger rooms with pickaxes and materials among other mining stuff; all of the places with some kind of light so they could guide themselves in it.

It was then when they heard the crying noises again, approaching. Once again, all they could see was a dark silhouette with white eyes and shiny tears running down their face... when it moved to a light source they could see all of him. It was clearly the one they had lost, since he was wearing his clothes but completely torn. He didn't seem to realize there was a survivor there, yet.

(Killer version)

Since the new X-Wing fighters had arrived, Rey spent almost all her time inspecting them with other pilots and engineers. Well, new was a huge euphemism: they were only new to the Resistance, otherwise they were pretty old and used, but the movement’s current situation did not allow them to be picky. Twenty second-hand X-Wings were a huge help to the Resistance and if they could make half of them fly, they would be very lucky.

Rey was working on the hyperdrive of one of the fighters, with her goggles on, surrounded by different tools. She just stopped for a minute to adjust her gloves.  From the corner of her eyes she saw one of the pilots passing by and taking away one of the wrenches. The one she was working with.

“Hey, I was using that one!” she shouted after the pilot.

Hearing what he has just called her, Ygritte laughs. “I’m not a lady, Jon Snow,”  she says. As for being his, she has no idea about that. She used to be his and he used to be hers, but then he left, he became Lord Commander, he was murdered and now he is back again as if nothing had happened. She is happy to see him again, but still unsure how to deal with this situation. And there are more important things to talk about: winter is here, and something way worse than snowstorms and cold winds is coming towards the Southern Lands.

“But they are your people,” Ygritte points out. “If you don’t dare to speak to them, who would?”

Vince steps out, leaving on is way to work, and nearly tripping on the bottles, porting to a standing position just before he hit the ground, and glancing around to make sure no one saw that… Then he goes over to inspect it, beaming happily when he was given the vodka. He jams it into his inventory for later, and glances to the movie tickets, wondering just who this was from. Red maybe? Or someone else? It was no secret this was his favorite kind of vodka… should he go? “Hmmm.....” He hummed to himself before picking up the tickets, and jamming them into his inventory as well. There was a time, and a date on them, and after his shift he’d get dressed up and go.

Tensions between the surrendered Saviors and the AHK-Oceanside camps began to rise when one of the exiled Saviors (Justin) was found killed and turned into a biter. Rick and his team set off to find the killer responsible, discovering that the killer had taken the Savior Arat alive... The killer was never found (Except to Maggie and Daryl, who weren’t going to tell Rick and the others).

After dealing with two of the Saviors non-lethally, the remaining Saviors had decided to leave the camp to pursue their own paths... Unfortunately, today was the last day that everyone would see Rick Grimes ‘alive’.

The bridge was now almost finished, but there was another problem: The river that the bridge was sitting on was beginning to rise, making it a possible danger that the waters could destroy the lower parts of it.

Riff/Snipes had overhead this update from Eugene, who told Rick... Her mind was still lingering on finding the killer and Arat.

Yesterday’s events at the still-building bridge had made a rift between the AHK-Oceanside communities and the now-reformed Saviors... It was obvious that some of the Saviors still wanted to followed Negan’s ways.

Aaron had lost an arm as a result of those events, and Rick had exiled one of the Saviors, Justin for causing said events to occur.

Today... That rift was only going to get bigger.

Riff/Snipes had mentally pondered on yesterday’s events, coming to a self-made conclusion that her dreadful feeling was a way to predict bad things... Of course, it could be her instincts simply telling her to survive.

She sat up from her sleeping bag in her shared tent with Philip, stretching out her limbs.