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 FINALLY OPENED her eyes. By the way her eyelids seemed to remain in place with such establishment, the girl knew that they'd been closed for a long while. The heaviness with which she pried them open left her rapidly blinking as she slowly squeezed the dormant muscles of her face.
Her eyebrows and lips twitched, allowing her cheeks to receive some blood-flow. Alice's skin was cold, as her face was the only part of her body that was exposed to the crisp air. The back of her head was cradled by a pillow that seemed to have settled around her. The firm divot in the fluffy material did not move as the girl began to crane her aching neck.
Alice's eyes began to dart around the room. She'd only ever been there once before, but she knew exactly where she was.
She was in the infirmary. The last time she was in there, she'd turned up for her visit with Pete Anderson. He removed her cast, out on the main floor. But Alice was not out on the floor. Instead, she was in a room at the end of the hall. The girl remembered when she once captured a peek inside, as her doctor remained too focused on cracking the split in her cast.
This room was secluded from the rest, reserved for those who needed undressing in order to be tended to. Other times it was for those who needed to reside in close proximity to medical equipment. It was where she once visited Tara.
Alice wondered what made her end up living within such conditions. The girl, upon lifting her heavy head, looked down at the clothing on her body—those of which she'd never seen or worn before. Whatever caused her to fall into such an immovable slumber was the highlighted mystery in her droopy eyes.
As she manually commanded her own breathing, the girl slowly lifted herself upright. She caught sight of her feet creating peaks underneath the blanket, wiggling her toes for reassurance.
A slight stinging shot up her leg, with every movement of her toes. She took a fistful of the sheets, tossing them away from her lower half. Her entire lower leg was tightly wrapped in bandages, none of its surface exposed to reveal what was going on underneath.
Her lips parted as her concern grew even larger. The girl knew that her leg was not the only thing resulting in her detriment, as the rest of her body fought against the drugs in her system, aching with something mean.
The only thing keeping Alice Dunlap calm was the knowledge of her own whereabouts. The soft light coming in from a working lamp in the corner comforted her, as well. This was unlike the time she woke up at the prison, finding her home demolished. This home was still upright.
