Alexandria (not finished :/ )

Chapter 13

Hello again! 1000 apologies for not updating! School is not as easy as I thought .-.

(Y/N)'s POV

I walk into the kitchen of the dark house, the inky black of night consuming the house. None of the lights are on because all of the adults are at the meeting, assuming we are all in bed.

Nope.

I sneak around the island, and into one of the cupboards. I quickly snatch up a water bottle, and some snacks for my stake out.

I shove the contents into an old backpack I found and zip it up slowly, so I don't alarm anyone who is actually sleeping in the house. I slip the frayed straps over my shoulders with out a sound, and quietly shuffle out of the house. I run across the lawn and onto the pavement, and sprint towards Diana's house.

~A couple minutes of undetected running and sneaking later~

I approach her house quietly, so I don't draw attention to my presence When I reach the my hiding spot in the hedge, I carefully set down my bag of supplies into the hidden hole I had made in the brush earlier with clippers from the gardening shed. I crawl into the crevasse and get into the most comfortable position I can get into in the hedge. I sit down on the dirt below me, criss-cross applesauce.

And wait.
For a long time.

Then when it seemed like my legs will fall off if I sit any longer, Diana and a small group of people enter her little backyard patio.

There was a lot of debating and arguments, but once everything was solved, Diana was about to make a decision when Rick came through the gate of the yard. His face and body speckled and splattered in blood, and he slammed the dead body he was carrying onto the pavement. Almost everyone gasped while the others cringed, the smell of putrid rotting flesh filling the area. A bit of blood leaked from the walkers head, the red seeping between the stones on the patio, leaving a trail, and almost reaching my feet, in the bushes. The fire light in the middle of the crowd reflected off of everyone's faces, living and dead. My eyes widened, and I held in a gasp so as not to give away my hiding place.

"How did this get in here?" Asked Rick, his voice as cold as stone and unwavering. He didn't let anyone answer and kept talking, "This walker got in here because your people didn't shut the gates properly. How are you supposed to debate on exiling a total stranger when you can't even trust your own people?" He exasperated, not noticing a sneaky Pete, escaping from the crowd, and into the streets.
Rick continued to ramble and talk until Pete came back with Michonne's sword. The crowd gasped once again, as Pete brandished the blade.

A lot of stuff went down that I have chose to shut out of my mind, not only because they were horrific, but also because I simply cannot handle remembering the scene. I remember Reg getting his throat brutally sliced open, crashing to the ground and being cradled in his wife's hands while he bled to death. Then I remember Diana's words, "Do it." Then a gunshot that rang throughout my head for a long while. Then I remember a new stranger, entering the yard and seeing Rick with a gun pointed at Petes already dead face.
After that, everything was a blur. I bolted from the bushes, not caring if anyone heard me, or that I had left a half eaten granola bar in the front pocket of the backpack that I left sitting in those hedges. I ran back to our shared house, and swung open the front door, in tears, and I was about to slam it shut when I remembered there is a baby in the house, and other sleeping people. So I turned and choked back a sob and shut the door quietly but fast.
I turned back around and laid my back onto the door, letting the tears roll down my cheeks, as I tried to comprehend the situation that just unfurled before me.
'Why Rick? Poor Reg. Who is the new person with Daryl and Aaron? Man my head hurts. I left that granola bar in my bag didn't I?' Just as I finished thinking, I looked up to see Carl, and the others staring at me. It was just me, Carl and Noah in the house after all, because the adults were still at Diana's house. They both were here, even Judith who sat sleepily in Noah's arms.
"(Y/N)!? What happened we all heard the gunshot. Are you ok? Are who hurt?" Carl said firing questions at me. He came up to me in his red flannel pajama pants and regular tee-shirt. I sighed, wiped my tears away, and shook my head 'no'. "I'm ok but Reg is dead and so is Pete." I shakily said making my way to the sofa, so I could sit down. Everyone's eyes followed me with sorrow and shock.
"It's ok (Y/N), tell us everything." Said Noah. They gathered around me, and I described everything that I had witnessed. By the time I was finished, little Judith had fallen asleep and Noah and Carl looked like they had seen a ghost. "Hmm." Said Noah. And Carl stared off into the distance. I sighed.
"Well," said Noah with a shaken tone, " I guess we can't do anything until tomorrow morning." Said Noah getting up and heading to the stairs. He turned back and looked at me, "(Y/N), get some rest." I nodded solemnly, and I heard his retreating steps up the steps. I then looked over at Carl and saw the lost look on his face. Then I moved over to him and put my arm over this shoulders. Then something happened that I wasn't expecting. They started to shake. He sobbed into his hands and his whole body racked with shaking. I teared up again at his unstable form and put both arms around him, now hugging him properly. He put his arms around me tight and sobbed into the crook of my neck, his tears wetting my shirt. I just hugged back and allowed him to cry as long as he needed.

When we were finished being all sappy, I spoke up, "Noah's right. We both need to rest." Carl just nodded and stood. We both went upstairs and parted ways, going to our separate bedrooms. We all fell asleep that night, with no dreams good or bad.

And Alexandria was silent.