You had recently became Maggie's right hand in hilltop. You had the same line of thoughts as her. The saviors needed to go.

Some saviors were captured, Alden being one of them and it was Jesus who convinced both of you to keep them alive.

You had spent quite a while watching them in the makeshift pen they where held in. Being the right hand also came with jobs like this. Excruciating. Many of the saviors made you want to toss Jesus's wishes to the wind and get rid of them in the most inhumane way possible. But Alden was different. He listened and he was respectful, no snarky comments or wolf-whistles as you walked by. He was just...quiet. And when he talked hed thank you for the food you brought or help put the others in-line. He was different, but you still didn't trust him. Not. One. Bit.

Just as you expected, one day the saviors made a run for it as soon as they saw an out. Some died in the process. Alden and a very small handful actually stayed. They weren't hostile towards you at all but you kept your guard up, aiming your weapon at them as hilltop members worked to take down the ones that had turned throughout the night behind you.

"Any of you shit heads move and I won't hesitate to gut you."

Alden, despite your threat, walked closer with his hands raised, the tone of his voice soft and soothing like he was trying to ensure you that he meant no harm

"I don't want to be like them..." he kept his eyes on yours, nodding subtly "I want to help."