[@SubduedAnchor] + community. Leading the way, she thanked them for listening and went to take a seat on their fancy leather couch.
❝I think we did well...I only hope they see the good that can come from this and not the bad.❞
[@SubduedAnchor] + awaited the opinion of their leaders, saying they should wait in the living room and take refreshments if they need any from their kitchen as the were to discuss their options and thoughts on the course they were wanting to bring to the +
[@SubduedAnchor] + capable of working as a team and making the community stronger, confident and resourceful, looking ahead. Arguing that the children weren't going to be children forever, should misfortune or growth come first. Once finished, Rebecca +
[@SubduedAnchor] + was a good step to ensure the safety of the children should there ever be a day when they don't expect a raid or herd to attack them.
Both leaders appeared impressed by what either capable adult was presenting to them, showing they were +
[@SubduedAnchor] + provided for those old enough to do so or with parents permission. Their arguments were shared, the ideas presented by both of them, following one another's leads and showing their idea in a positive light, in a way that would encourage it +
[@SubduedAnchor] + explaining the activities, how to present it, how they would do it, teaching them skills, like plants, like crafting, obstacle courses, hiding plans, physically defending themselves and with permission, weapons and arms training would be +
[@SubduedAnchor] Taking the lead was a main skill of Rebecca's, being the confident woman she needed to be with topics she was enthusiastic and passionate about. The way she was presenting their ideas, running over all the ideas of smart survival, +
[@PerishedMettle] + shoot you.❞
Rebecca was being firm, for the sake of having to keep face and to show him she wasn't afraid of him or any of Negan's remaining men. Little did she know, she was going to be going on a trip of a strange lifetime with him, +
[@PerishedMettle] + close. When he started up the engine, she showed him the map and pointed to where they needed to be.
❝This is where we're going, I'll lead, you follow my instructions. You do anything to go a different direction, I won't hesitate to +
[@PerishedMettle] + them. Just in case, she was going to be the one calling shotgun and with doing so, she would be sure to keep him at bay in case he were to retaliate during their little raid. Climbing up into the car, she took her seat and kept her gun +
[@PerishedMettle] + like maybe, Miles was a supporter and would be willing to change with the new world they were creating. It was something she hoped for. It was also a sensation she got whenever she was around Miles, that perhaps, he wasn't a threat to +
[@PerishedMettle] + her. Miles being a supporter for the group, a secret helper of Dwight to get the motion going, was a foundation in trust between them but after incarcerating Negan, perhaps it would now change for Miles.
❝You can drive.❞
Rebecca felt +
[@PerishedMettle] + pain, in being hurt by someone she thought loved her. Except, Rebecca was hurt in the most twisted of ways. This, was all fuel for her to judge people quickly and get an understanding of just the level of harm they could put in front of +
[@PerishedMettle] + going but she knew how it felt to be alone, even when she was surrounded by familiar faces. It was her day to day experience, being hurt by the ones she loved. In this sense, she could probably understand Lucille, the aunt of Miles's +
[@PerishedMettle] Rebecca developed to become a woman who was strong and confident alone. Innocent as she might have looked, she'd gone through hell and back and survived it all. Alone in the world, all she had now, was Caspian and a few others to keep her +
[@EldestGrimes_] + her father made against her skin. Sat atop the roof, it was only quarter to twelve but she needed air, she needed to let go of all her tears before Trevor was to find her, if he decided to join her under the dark night sky.
[@EldestGrimes_] + her mother a look to silence herself, which only forced a rather rough and painful experience later that night when her father decided to pay her a visit. Leaving bruising over the tops of her arms, already forming due to harsh pressure +