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 HAD EXPERIENCED, many times, in which there was a light. It was the one everyone always talked about. One she might've even wanted to run toward, at times. A comforting glow of warmth and knowing, certainty. Knowing it could all be over and that the end wasn't so bad. It was there, waiting for her whenever she would need it. It was what came first that was the hard part. She'd avoided it when she recovered from that sickness, woke up in the hospital, and opened her eyes in the infirmary.
This time around, there was a light. But it was different. It was not warm and welcoming. It was white and agitating, almost pushing her farther away.
Alice Dunlap forcefully blinked, suddenly shoving the light from her vision. However, it remained strewn across the backs of her clamped eyelids.
A small gasp emitted. "Alice?"
If not for having her back pressed to the hardened ground and every muscle aching to bring her hands to rub her stinging eyes, she might've thought the voice was an angel. She rapidly blinked, gathering her bearings within the darkness that bordered the light staining her cornea.
The voice belonged to Enid.
The girl was on the ground, knees in the dirt, frantically leaning over Alice. Enid's long hair dangled over her, tickling her bent arm. The girl harnessed puffy bags underneath her eyes, an evident lack of sleep being this deep into the night. The light Alice had almost gone into was from a small flashlight that the girl bounced around in excitement. It illuminated whatever shack the two were holed up in.
"W—What's going on?" Alice muttered. Her bones cracked as she scooted herself upward. Enid immediately assisted her, helping her sit upright against the wall. "Where are we?"
"I—I don't really know." Enid shrugged. She grabbed the pack that Alice's head was lying on, pulling out a bottle of water. She cracked open the lid with a sharp twist, reaching it into the girl's direction. Alice slowly grabbed it from her. The girl shrugged, sitting back against the wall opposite of her. "Somewhere between Hilltop and home."
The girl slowly remembered why she was waking up anywhere but her own bed—now nothing but a sleeping bag on the floor. She left home, aiming for Negan's base. She knew that much, other than the throbbing radiating from the side of her head.
"You were in an accident." Alice brought her hand up to her temple, her fingers gently testing the sore area. A stinging pain shot through the side of her face, causing it to sharply twitch, which hurt her even more. "We found you a few yards off the road, brought you here."
