Ali stood up slowly - cautiously - afraid to meet eyes with anyone. When the ice blue finally left the ground, they landed on Rick. He looked horrified and scared which made Ali realise the full depth of what she had actually done.
Sadly, she couldn't exactly blame the looks of horror and fright. Her clothes were coated in scarlet red along with every inch of bare skin, all which had leaked from the Governor's body. Her blonde hair, usually threw up into a pony tail was now messed and matted around her shoulders.
Ali stumbled backwards, away from the dead body at her feet and away from everyone. Tears clouded her vision but she didn't dare let them fall. They couldn't see her like this...
A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist making her jump before shrinking away in worry.
"It's just me." Shane frowned, "It's just me."
With that, the fight seemed to resume almost as if the rest could continue knowing that Ali was in the calming presence of her brother.
Ali tried nodding her head but nothing happened. Instead, her body was frozen as her eyes trailed down to the knife still tightly in her grip. Without a seconds hesitation, she pushed it towards Shane's chest desperately trying to get him to take it. She didn't want to hold that deadly weapon longer than she needed to.
Shane quickly took the weapon from her grip and threw it aside, away from them both.
"It's okay. Come on." The older brother reassured, quickly leading her into the prison. The silence which hung over them both as they walked across the field was horrible. It made guilt run through her veins and a sob catch in her throat.
However, the feeling didn't end once they were safely inside.
Shane led her to an empty cell and sat her on the bed. She watched as he fumbled around in the drawers before finding a first aid kit which had just enough supplies for him to be able to patch her up.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice cracking, alerting her brother to the coming tears.
Shane frowned before gently placing a hand on either side of her blood stained face. "Don't say sorry. You did the right thing."
"Promise?" She questioned. Her eyes locked with his as he wiped the stray tear before it could continue travelling down her face. She seemed oblivious to his gentle touch and she continued trying to explain herself. "Because even though we all wanted it to happen, I feel like such a monster. And, I didn't even choose a quick death for him. I could have put a bullet in his head instead of slitting his throat and watching as he gasped for a-"
"I promise." Shane interrupted, noticing the blonde get dragged down within her own recollection of the events and what could have happened if it had of played out differently.
Seeming slightly satisfied with his answer, she stayed silent as he knelt before her and began washing the blood away with a damp cloth. A dull pain began thudding at the base of her skull making her wince. Shane raised an eyebrow.
"I think I'm getting a headache." She explained as she placed a shaking hand on top of her ribs. "My ribs are hurting loads too."
"Well you'll have plenty of time to rest. I'm not letting you do anything for at least a week." He grinned.
Ali chuckled, silently thanking him for his effort to lighten the situation, and held up a hand in defence. "This time, I won't argue."
Without warning, gun fire echoed through the corridors making her shiver. Shane quickly grabbed his gun and made sure it was loaded. His eyes locked with Ali's worried ones.
"Anyone comes in here," He began. "They're dead."
After a minute of waiting and listening to the gun fire (which was not getting any closer), Shane proceeded to clean his sister up - his gun close at hand.
