My hand finds the top of my knife, pulling it out of my belt quickly. "A week?" images of Carl holding Judith, making her laugh, floods my vision. He watched us. He already knows we have a baby, he knows the size of our group. And yet, he's alone, and as far as I know, he's unarmed. 
"Where are you from, how many?" I flick my knife in my hand now, never letting my eyes off of him. 
"How many what?" His voice is still shaky but I can tell he's less afraid. Maybe it's because I haven't done anything yet, maybe he's just naïve. 
"People, how many people know you're here?" He shrugs his shoulders and I notice he's wearing a backpack. 
"There's maybe" the brown headed man thinks for a moment, looking at his hand as if he's going to count.  "70 people, 60, I don't know the exact number we stopped counting." The ghost of a smile appears on his pale face, as if he's proud of the number. 
"And what do these people want exactly?" 
"We want to welcome you to our home, I've been watching you because we need people like you." He takes a step forward but I don't move. 
"Like us?" 
"Yes, people who know what it's like out here, people who know what it's like to survive." With his hands still raised, he shrugs his shoulder twice until his bag slips, falling to the ground with a rattle. "May I?" 
I nod, my knife raised in front of me, pointed straight at him. I watch as he rifles through his bag frantically. His shoulders sag slightly when he pulls out what looks like photos, as if he's relieved he found them. 
"These are pictures of our home." He starts flipping through black and white photos, showing a clearly strongly built community. If he thinks this is going to make me trust him, he's very wrong. 
"Woodbury." I say it clearly but he looks at me confused and I almost laugh at his face. "That was the name of the last community we encountered." I emphasize the word "encountered". Taking a step towards him, I finally do smile when I hear him gulp, taking two long strides backwards. "Do you want to know what happened to them?" 
"Um um, sure." His hands shake stronger now. 
"They locked me in a van and guess what I did to them" My voice falls to a whisper, venom dripping off my lips. "I killed. every. last. one of them." Before he can answer the sound of footsteps behind me makes me shift, wiping my head in the direction of the noise, Maggie and Sasha appear, both with wide eyes when they see the new guy. 
"Who the hell is he?" Sasha points a finger at him and from the corner of my eye I can see him flinch. 
"That's what I was just trying to figure out" Maggie shifts closer, placing a hand on my shoulder while she stares the curly headed man down. "Apparently he's been watching us for a week." This makes Sasha come closer too. 
"Are you alone?" Maggie asks, her accent rich. 
"Yes, I'm alone, I was sent here from my community to recruit people to come live in our town." I giggle at how stupid he sounds. 
Maggie looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "Rick?" She asks and I nod, walking quickly. I hear Sasha grab onto the man behind me and he protests. 
"Who's Rick?" 
I stop suddenly, looking at him with a grin. "Well if you've been watching us, you already know that." 


A loud crunch fills the barn as Rick's hand collides with Aaron's face. I wish I felt bad for him but that's what you get for stalking us. I guess Michonne feels another way because I watch from across the barn as she sends Rick a glare and they both turn to speak to each other alone, leaving the rest of us to watch the unconscious man.