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 DID NOT know what time it was. Given the irony of a kitchen timer helping her escape the disaster happening back at home, the girl seemed to forget what it was like to live without those valuable numbers. She remembered out on the road when she used to randomly guess which day of the week it was, knowing she'd never get the satisfaction of being right. Her odds, outside the walls, became one in seven, and that was just something she had to deal with. All of her old ways of coping with cluelessness and boredom seemed to find their way back to her, as if they never even left.
The girl did not know how many hours deep she was, into the night. She felt like so many things happened since the sun had set, but then again there wasn't much time needed for her to get to this point—the point of no return.
She constantly checked over her shoulders, ensuring that every walker for miles was sticking close by Alexandria. In a way, the detriment of her home was making things easier for her, on the outside.
Alice tried tracking Enid, but the endless amounts of walker footprints in the dead leaves and mud made it impossible. She knew that the girl was good at hiding and running, but she counted on the fact that the girl was also very good at observing. She'd see Alice before any walker would—almost thinking of Enid as a bigger threat than the dead.
Just when the girl began to lose all hope of ever spotting the girl again—let alone alive—she noticed something quickly remove itself from her vision, disappearing behind a tree.
Her head whipped around as her feet hesitantly followed her gaze. "Enid?"
She continued along the path, immediately regretting her choice to reveal herself. She pulled out her knife, allowing her other hand to grip the strap of her bag. Her boots slowly placed themselves along the forest floor, the leaves not being able to crunch due to the shiny layer of dew.
Alice's mind scattered with thoughts ranging from an anticipation to scold Enid, to an underlying fear that her worst nightmare could be waiting for her, right behind those trees.
Clink.
Whatever was waiting for Alice Dunlap behind that tree would have to hold on just a bit longer, as the girl instantly stopped moving. She could feel the unmistakable shift of the trigger-plate beneath her boot, the rusty metal syncing with the irrefutable sound.
The girl inhaled shaky breaths through her trembling lips as she allowed her eyes to trace down her own leg, before they landed on the bear trap that was ready to slam to a close at any moment. The jaws of the trap blossomed around her foot like the petals of a deadly, carnivorous flower.
