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FIVE YEARS LATER A single Walker shambled its way across a field of high grass. It was not headed in any specific direction, and took no interest whatsoever in the large piece of heavy machinery abandoned in the middle, motionless, rusting, and partway claimed by kudzu, and would have paid it no heed, but nature had finally taken its toll on the steel cables dangling the multi-ton weight of the wrecking ball, and according to Newtonian physics, something had to give. SPANG! went one of the cables as it snapped. The noise attracted the Walker’s attention, and it headed for the source of the sound, gargling and snarling and swinging its arm and a half at the iron ball ineffectually, unheeding of the chain reaction going on above its head. The single cable breaking put more weight on its likewise rusty neighbors, which were not up to the task in their age and deterioration. PING! TWANG! SHWIP! went more pieces of cable as they broke, only adding strain to the remaining, weakening

A 1 One For the first half of the day, Eugene sat in the workshop, staring into space, or so it would look like from the outside as his mind processed and planned and imagined, all neurons busily engaged and axions firing. Occasionally, he shifted his gaze to where Two was not, her worktable empty and her chair desocupada. He sighed at it, then pulled out a fresh piece of drafting paper and started lining out his idea, forming perfectly-balanced western-styled letters, surrounding them with leaves and curls and filigree. Then he turned the page over, rubbing the side of his pencil against it until the entire back side was blackened. Hunting around in the back of the shop, where some of the odd remnants of the Twobe-Goldberg were stored for lack of any better place or purpose, he found a suitably thin plank and cut it to the size he needed, put his drawing over it, and traced his original onto it. Satisfied with the result, he took up his soldering iron and proceeded to burn out

Player Two Has Left the Game The following headache was not one of the beautiful things. It had to have been bad for Two to accept an extra-hefty dose of painkillers. Those knocked her out for the night and a good chunk of the following day, but she was awake and accepting some broth from Eugene, her own hand too uncoordinated to guide the sloshy soup to her mouth effectively. “Thank you…” she whispered. “You are well and truly welcome.” She rolled her head back and forth in a negative, not wanting to stir her aching head more than necessary. “Not just for taking care of me, but thank you for that, too.” She paused as if so exhausted from the effort of speaking she needed to catch her breath, then finally continued, brushing her thumb across his jawline. “Thank you for showing me the weirdest and most wonderful the world has to offer.” “De nada. I, and I am sure the rest of Alexandria, felt the Pythagoras Switch was well worth the effort.” She half grinned, half winced. “I

Wrecked The onlookers, while armed and ready to fight, were not prepared to face a giant, bulletproof monster, and with shouts, screams, and exclamations, scattered in all directions. Rather than pursue any of the running prey, Vengeance leapt at the guard tower, tearing it apart like it was made of cardboard, leaving its occupants screaming and dangling. Aaron managed to swing himself up and over the fence, dropping to relative safety on the other side, but not without taking an injury on the landing. Enid, nearby, found herself suddenly doing a speed-run of her wall-climb escape. On the outside, she dropped and rolled, letting the ground take the impact. She came to her feet, dusting herself off, and ran to join Aaron. “You hurt?” she asked, ducking under his arm to support his weight as he limped along. “Ah,” he winced, “twisted my ankle on the landing…” “You’re supposed to roll on those…” “I know… didn’t hit it at the right angle.” She looked up, pointing to their right

Collecting a hundred Nasties’ heads ended up being a task… mostly because half the heads the three remaining Saviors and their leader could haul in in a day went straight into Vengeance’s belly. Like a bear at a favored picnic site, the creature had learned when the humans came home, she would be fed without having to scout around for her own food. She also figured out that bullying her keepers as they ran for the door sometimes meant Nasty heads dropped or were thrown her way as a deterrent. One day, the woman she was haranguing tripped in trying to escape the beast as it ran at her, and heads rolled. The woman, however, did not, and a live brain was a rare delicacy… so, with a scream and a crunch, their team was down to three. Their supply also took a hit when Vengeance discovered they were storing the crates of heads just inside the school’s entry and knocked the door off its hinges to invite herself in and feast on a whole two boxes, getting her head stuck inside the wooden

a/n: Sorry for the delayed chapter - couldn't get to it while on vacation! After a number of minutes no one had bothered to count, but too long for Eugene’s liking, Two stilled, then gave a snore and sat up weakly. “Where…?” she said weakly, and ground the heel of a palm into an eye. “On the way to meet up with the others,” Eugene told her, stroking her hand. “Things got a little too close for comfort back there when you went down… we had to extricate and skeedaddle.” “You… risked…” was all of the sentence she could form, but her annoyed face conveyed the rest. “Hush,” he told her. “You know there was no way in Hell we were leaving you to get bit or eaten, no two ways ‘bout that.” She looked around the backseat with one squinted eye, still pushing against the other one as if it helped with the pain somehow. “…cane?” she asked. Eugene gave a contrite grimace. “We’ll find you another. I got Dead Weight for you, though,” he said, holding the chunk-spattered weight up for her

+3 Advantage Agnes looked out over the roads leading to Alexandria. Her eyes weren’t what they were in her youth, hell, even in her middle years, but a pair of binoculars was all it took to sharpen things up. She squinted through them, then called down to Michonne, who was on gate duty, “Looks like we’ve got three folks on the inbound… woman and two men. Rifle, an axe, and a pair of knives among them… One’s got a pretty bad limp.” Michonne nodded up to her. “Thanks, Agnes. We’ll be ready for them.” She flagged down Tara, who looked like she was off to tend crops, hoe slung over her shoulder. “Find Rick. Tell him we’ve got three potentials coming. He’s probably checking the walls… you’ll meet up with him pretty fast if you go around clockwise.” Tara leaned her hoe against a tree. “Right.” She took off at a jog while Michonne slid the gates back. The man with the double-bitted axe held it and his other hand aloft, his friends both holding their empty hands up as Michonne

Chapter 10 – Left to Their Devices (pt 1 -SFW) a/n: The time has come! This chapter has been cut in two; the first part is SFW, the second NSFW. The NSFW bit (found on my AO3, link at the bottom) has no bearing on the plot, so you're not missing anything if you want to skip it. Excitement in the air was palpable, as the whole town had turned out to witness the fruits of their combined efforts. Tables of food had been set up for the occasion, with the scents of roast boar, zucchini fritters, and squirrel and rabbit kabobs pervading the air. Casseroles and salads aplenty waited to be dished out. Pies and cookies filled the far end of the table. And, naturally, every ice cream maker in the settlement stood ready to churn out Two’s favorite treat. People clustered in the town square, surrounding the fountain at its center, giving them a nearly 360-degree view of the elaborate setup nearly everyone had had a part in scavenging for or assembling in some way. Some clustered in the