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 Seventeen This Shit Is Screwed Up
"How are you feeling?" Maggie asked as she caressed Alyssa's head, gently brushing the hair out of her face. The sun had come up a while ago, she'd been out for a while after Rosita successfully removed the infected flesh. She'd fallen asleep with her head in Maggie's lap, tears stained her face, but she got through it.
So far, it appeared as if it worked. Her fever had gone down and some of the color had come back to her skin. She still didn't look or feel great, but it was progress. Alyssa believed what they did was worth it. She was gonna see Carl again. And Judith. Rick. Michonne. All of them.
"Better, if you can believe it," Alyssa replied. She had a bit of trouble sitting up, but Maggie was there to help. "I should probably get up. Abraham's gonna want to move out soon."
"Abraham can wait," Glenn decided. He'd been the one to hold her hand the entire time. And same as Maggie, he hadn't left even for a second after. "You gotta take it easy. I don't want to see you like that ever again."
"You won't," Alyssa assured him. "Exercise is good for recovery. The sooner I get on my feet, the sooner we get to Washington," she explained. She pulled herself up with the help of a chair.
Glenn held out a small white sheet towards her. "Here. I found it in the first aid kit. It's supposed to keep some weight off your shoulder."
Alyssa took the sheet, realizing it was meant to be a sling, and Maggie helped her put it on. It did actually feel a lot better than without it. "Thanks," Alyssa replied, nodding. "I really appreciate everything you guys have done for me."
Maggie gave her a smile. "We're just returning the favor," she insisted.
"Hitting those Walkers with my car wasn't nearly as much effort as this," Alyssa laughed as she walked over to the entrance, where Rosita and Abraham were sitting. Her mood changed almost instantly based on the very tense atmosphere. The two lovers seemed to be having an argument.
"This town isn't in bad shape," Maggie mentioned to the couple. "This store wasn't even touched. We could make a good base here. We could spend a day doing a sweep for supplies, give Alyssa some time to heal up."
"We'll sweep as we go," Rosita said. "We've done it since Houston, we're not stopping now."
Abraham nodded. "You heard the lady. We're taking it north," he stated.
"We've tapped out the toilet," Tara noted. "Broad river is five miles west. At the very least we stock up there before we find more wheels."
Abraham got up. "We got a vehicle," he told them as he walked over to the window. "And it just so happens it's got 500 gallons of water on it," he said as he lifted up a piece of cardboard and looked outside.
After they packed their stuff, the group headed for the firetruck Abraham was talking about. It seemed in great shape for the apocalypse and it had plenty of space for all of them. With only a bit of input, they got the engine roaring. And then it stopped. And then a bunch of Walkers came from the building behind it. Because why would things go their way for once?
