The Trotting Dead

RICK'S P.O.V

My eyes were barely open, but I could hear them.

"...Probably just a soldier from one of the outposts... probably hates her too..." The one boy said.

I fell unconscious again.

"We just need to find the Resistance, and we're clear. This is the last day we're living like this." The boy said with what seems to be that blue-haired girl resting her head on his shoulder while the other one was sharpening her knife.

I finally woke up for good this time.

"You up? Good." The boy said as he drew his gun on me.

"Here's the deal: You don't say shit, and I don't kill you."

"I'm not who you think I am..." I said.

The boy cocked his gun and pointed.

"Say something else... come on, I dare you." The boy said.

"Norman... put the gun down." The blue-haired girl said, placing her hands on Norman's shoulders.

Norman lowered the gun and pulled me up.

"We're moving." The girl with the mask said.

I nodded and we started walking.

RED'S P.O.V

I was in too much of a rush. Twilight, the leader of this community, just asked me out on a date!

"Calm down, Red. You've known this mare for the past 2 years. You can do this... you can do this..." I said as I knocked on her door.

"It's open!" Twilight called.

I walked in and I saw Twilight, and she obviously made a stop at Rarity's. She found one of Rarity's old dresses she had stocked up and cleaned it up.

"Wow... um... you look great." I said, flattered.

"Thanks. You do, too." Twilight said.

As for me, I managed to find an old tuxedo of mine that I used for science conventions back before the Trotters.

"Thanks. Um, may I come in?" I asked.

"Of course." Twilight said.

RICK'S P.O.V

"If we hurry, we should see the Resistance HQ." The blue haired girl said.

"Yeah. We should..." Norman said.

"What's the Resistance?" I asked suddenly.

I thought Norman was going to smoke me, but instead he looked back.

"The Resistance is the group that hasn't had enough people. It's the only people who are against... her..." Norman said.

"Wait, who's her?" I asked.

"Man, you really want this disguise to work, don't you? You know who she is." The masked girl said.

"I have people out here. A son, a baby girl, and about 13 other people. If they find you, they will kill you..." I said.

"What, are you gonna pull something on us?" Norman asked, drawing his gun again.

"Do you really think that we're afraid of 15 of Adagio's men? We took on 50 at once... look where we are." The masked girl said.

"Wait, Norman, she doesn't keep children... how old's your son?" The blue haired girl asked.

It's been so long that I've lost count...

"16, maybe 15..." I guessed.

"Hah! He's probably one of Adagio's Toys! HE probably is, too!" Norman said as he shoved the gun into my head.

Time to make my move...

I grabbed his gun and twisted it out of his hand. He cracked me across the face and the gun went off into the dirt.

"F***! You just drew them to us! God DAMN IT! We gotta MOVE!" Norman said.

I snatched their bag of supplies and took off. They shot at me, but I kept running.

"We NEED that, please!" The blue haired girl pleaded.

I just kept on running.

DEWY'S P.O.V

"Where is he?" Daryl asked.

"I don't know, he said he was here..." Maggie said.

"What if Adagio got him?" Glenn asked.

He remembered...

"Wait, who's Adagio?" Noah asked.

"You want the full version or the short one? Adagio is a warlord, an evil dictator with everyone kneeling at her feet. She has a factory, not too far from D.C. She also has outposts set up, kinda like mini-camps. Towns, schools, apartments... but they all answer to her, and her alone. If you wind up there... it can only go two ways: Soldier or Toy." I said.

"Wait, what the hell's a Toy?" Abraham asked.

I turned back, and I turned to Jesus.

"...Show them the tattoos..." I said to him.

Nodding slowly, he walked forward and took off his jacket, revealing about 20 black tallies written on his back.

"What in the dick..." Abraham started.

"These marks are the marks of a Toy. They represent every time he... destressed Adagio as a living. That there is a Toy... in a nutshell, anyway." I said.

I saw some sickened faces in the group. Daryl looked almost pale, Glenn looked away, struggling not to vomit.

"This is only one of about 20 men and women, 13 and up." I said.

"Wait, men and women?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah. If only your companion, Rick were still here, so he can protect his son at all costs..." Paul said as he put the jacket back on.

"We could sit here all day and describe Adagio's philosophy, but we gotta find your leader, first." I said.

"He was here. Rick couldn't have gone far." Carol said as she pulled her trench knife out.

"Careful, you don't know what or who can be out here..." Ezekiel said.

Sure enough, three people came out of the woods. There was a kid with a beanie, a girl with blue hair in a ponytail, and a person with a mask on their face.

"Easy..." The boy said as he drew a makeshift spear.

"You take it easy. Drop your weapons." Clementine said as she drew her gun on him.

Sure enough, the boy dropped the spear.

"Who are you?" I asked, taking a step closer.

"I'm Norman. This is Sonata and Aria. We're, um... looking for the Resistance." Norman said.

"You're looking at it." I said, holding my hand out.

"You're Dewy Decimal? You're the guy who took on a horde of Walkers on a rooftop in Atlanta?" Aria asked.

Glenn looked slightly ashamed.

"Yeah, that's me." I said as I shook Norman's hand.

"You have idea how long we've been--"

"GET AWAY! CARL! GET AWAY!" A man screamed from the woods.

Everyone drew their weapons at Norman as Rick stormed out of the woods.

"Whoa, whoa... YOU'RE with the Resistance?! Why the hell didn't you say so?!" Norman asked.

"DROP YOUR GODAMN WEAPONS, NOW!" Rick screamed.

"Rick, lower your voice!" I hissed.

"Who the hell are you, and how the hell do you know my name? And to top it all off, WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON HERE?!" Rick demanded.

"RELAX, GOD DAMNIT! You're just gonna make things worse!" Daryl said.

Rick looked at us, lowered the gun, and took a breath.

"Who are you?" He asked calmly.

"My name's Dewy Decimal, leader of the Resistance. This is my team." I said, pointing at my group.

"How do you know my name?" Rick asked.

"I was with your group when you were in the coma, near Atlanta. After a while, I went back and saw a map with a note meant for... Morgan?" I asked.

"What the hell's going on?" Rick asked.

"Rick, we're called the Resistance for a reason..." I started.

RED'S P.O.V

"Thanks for dinner tonight, Twilight. You really didn't have to make it." I said as I took a bite.

"I know, but I figured since it was a special occasion, you know? Plus, you ARE eating in my house..." Twilight said.

I chuckled and she chuckled with me.

"So... um..." Twilight started.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I... don't know how else to say this... wanna stay here tonight?"