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chapter thirty-seven | the welcome party pt. ii
AS ETHAN LAID on the bedroom floor that the Governor offered to them, he couldn't help but stare at the ceiling as his brain couldn't sleep from how busy it was with thoughts. He had to re-tie and tie the shoestring around his pants to keep his hands busy or else he would start pacing the room and accidentally wake up the women in the two twin beds that he laid at the foot of. They all need sleep and Ethan was getting angry at himself for not sleeping.
Of course, when they had a semi-safe place to sleep, that's when he couldn't close his eyes and get some much-needed rest.
He kept thinking of what Merle said, how this world seems to be getting smaller. It was but it wasn't. The world was huge, bigger than what anybody can really comprehend but at the same time... to run into somebody who you once knew in an apocalypse? That's something Ethan can't wrap his head around.
The thought, the mere chance, that his sisters were alive and well... was enough for him to feel this motivation, this boost of energy to keep looking. He almost wanted to sneak out of this town right now.
He stopped searching for his family a while ago. When winter hit, that's when Ethan felt helpless. Hopeless. Heartless.
There was no trace of the living besides Andrea and Michonne. His sisters, their group disappeared without a hint as to where they have gone next and the worst thoughts flooded his mind every time he thought of their faces. They haven't met another soul until Merle and the Governor captured them.
Governor.
The name alone made him want to roll his eyes and laugh out loud. They were living in a fairytale. It was all make-believe. Their town, their "military", all a joke. And for this man to not even tell people his real name, but give them a cliche "nickname". Ethan never wanted to leave a place with food so fast in his life.
These thoughts kept him up all night until an hour before the sun rose. And as soon as the sun peeked through the blinds behind the women's heads, Michonne kicked his arm softly, telling him to get up.
He rose a middle finger high in the air and Michonne slapped that away with a half-smile. The teen groaned loudly as Andrea asked him to get up, nicely, which annoyed him even more.
Andrea told him they were about to be given a tour of Woodbury. But Ethan didn't care until she also mentioned how breakfast was involved after the tour.
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"You three were out there for a long time and while you were, the Governor was doing this," the town guide, Ethan forgot her name, informed.
Ethan tugged his flannel shirt down his hands more before crossing his arms. He wasn't cold or anything, but the number of eyes following him made him uncomfortable. Michonne noticed as she gave him encouraging glances once in and while she walked next to him. She felt the same he did.
