Alice was not worried of the unknown. She was worried of what she already knew. She was worried of the promises that the new people were making to her-the ones bringing the people of a fallen Woodbury into their own settlement. The girl felt sorry t...
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A L I C E
ALICE DUNLAP WAS EXHAUSTED after a long day of reinforcing walls and attending meetings. Through said meetings, it was revealed that Aaron and Daryl once had an encounter with the people who attacked Alexandria, accidentally leading them back home. But after everything was said and done, Alice learned that much worse could have been led back home—much worse was led back home. Much worse was banging on the walls, surrounding the community in several layers of death and doom.
When it all came down to it, those from the outside stepped up. The native Alexandrians scattered about, waiting for someone to swoop in and save them. The world was at a standstill; everybody needed saving now.
The shared house was dark, as per the new curfew. Make-shift curtains comprised of blankets, sheets and towels shielded what little light the candles provided from pouring outside. The quiet community was all tucked away, trying to deal with their fears in a silent manner.
Alice was sitting on the stairs, right outside of Judith's room, as the baby was now safely back upstairs in her crib. She leaned her head against the barred railing as she listened around for anything and everything, once again twiddling the—freshly dented—baby monitor between her fingers. The wall panel that'd been hit by a truck, if bombarded with enough walkers, was bound to blow any minute. But, for now, the world was quiet and the walkers were not given anything to be hungry for.
She took deep breaths as she watched the shadows from the wind-blown candlelight whirl along the walls of the hallway below her. Being somewhat upstairs made her feel as though she was another obstacle between the dead and Judith.
Carl Grimes had also turned himself into another obstacle, as he'd planted a cot between Judith's crib and the window. The baby now only had two of the teens of Alexandria guarding her, as Ron returned to what was left of his family and Enid returned to what was left of the outdoors. She managed to quietly slip out before the walkers surrounded Alexandria.
The girl took slow, quiet breaths, ignoring the aching of her back against the top step. She couldn't help but feel responsible for Enid's voluntary disappearance—as if she was the one who readily opened the front gates for her.
Apparently going beyond the walls was something Enid did often, and something Carl did slightly less often. The boy had finally told Alice all about it. The running, the kitchen timer, the pegs in the metal beam—all of it.
Alice no longer felt the guilt that came with hiding her plans to attend Glenn and Aiden's run, just a few weeks ago. The boy was hiding something as well, letting his emotions turn him into something of a momentary hypocrite.
