Alyssa Chávez has felt alone for most of her life. She was never good at making friends. She always felt a distance between her and her family. So when the apocalypse happened, her social life didn't take much of a hit. After losing her family, Alys...
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Chapter Eight Breach
Alyssa was woken in the morning by the sound of gunshots. She got up out of her cell to check, only to find people running all throughout C block, yelling about a breach in D block. It was total chaos, mass panic at its finest, except it was completely justified. A breach meant Walkers inside the prison. That couldn't be good. Overnight D block could've all been turned.
"It's too early for this," Alyssa groaned as she grabbed her knives and rushed down the stairs.
Sasha ran past but stopped when she saw Alyssa. "Don't go anywhere. Nothing should get through, but if something does you gotta protect Judith, okay? I saw you yesterday, you can handle it."
"Yeah. Go to D block. I got it here," Alyssa assured her. Sasha nodded, running off and closing the gate behind her.
"Alyssa?" Beth called from behind, holding Judith in her arms as she stood in the doorway of her cell.
"Hey," Alyssa sighed in relief. "Thank god you're here too," she smiled.
"The others left to take care of the breach," Beth explained. "It's just us now."
Alyssa's eyes widened slightly when she realized that meant everyone from C block was out. "Did Carl go with them?" she asked worriedly.
Beth shook her head. "No, he went out to help Rick on the farm earlier. He's probably still there," she explained. "You don't need to be worried. He can handle himself."
Alyssa knew that. From the stories she'd heard about what happened before she met the group, Carl was just as tough as her. But she was still concerned. Caring about someone meant worrying about them regardless of how tough or strong they are. It sucked, but it was part of the deal. Alyssa knew that, but the problem was she wasn't aware she cared enough about Carl to be concerned. Patrick was from D block, but she didn't immediately think he might be hurt.
Alyssa suspected she felt closer to Carl because they had more in common. Patrick was great and they could talk about comics for hours, but she could relate to Carl. They both knew what it was like to be out there and lose people. They both had to grow up a lot faster than they should've. And both of them felt like outsiders compared to the rest because of it.
With this tension off her shoulders, Alyssa sat down on the stairs with Beth. She put her knives down next to her and Beth handed her Judith, the arguably most precious child in the world. Though, Alyssa could just be feeling a rush of affection for the baby because she was wearing one of Mac's shirts.
When the creaking sound of the gate opening echoed through the room, Alyssa handed Beth Judith and got downstairs as fast as possible. She let out a sigh of relief when it was just Carl, Michonne, and Maggie. Michonne had an arm around Maggie's shoulders and wasn't putting weight on one of her ankles.
