HIRAETH ˎˊ˗

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❝everyone has a heart.❞
— lucy.

Tick tock,

tick tock,

tick tock.

— went the modern digital clock that rested on a neat desk, inside an even more lavish bedroom.

The world outside those four walls was decaying, human hearts beating among the living dead, and yet right in that very room, none of that was apparent.

Alexa's eyes glanced at every centimeter of the room, wondering how Elijah's room in particular be so elegant and put together.

It's as if there wasn't a zombie apocalypse going on, as if materials weren't scarce.

Filled with confusion, only one mind inside that room tugged at her compassionate nature. How could one be living so grand when outside, people were living in hell?

It was only a few minutes ago that Alexa's marble flesh felt as if the icy wind would seek to tear it open.

Asides from the harshly cold weather making her feel numb, Alexa's hunger was so real that even in times of coming near death, her mind often times wandered to the last good meal she had:

bird meat,

some berries,

and water.

Sometimes getting food was a privilege, so regardless of how mundane or disgusting their food sources became, Alexa never complained.

It was better than nothing, and nothing was worse than staying awake all night due to a lack of nutrition.

Besides, anything beats ever going through that week of starvation again — the week from hell in which Alexa and Lucy were stranded from the group after a herd of zombies nearly bite them of their lives when on a small hunt for berries.

With Lucy to care for, Alexa made it her priority to feed the child over herself. No matter the conditions of the world they both once knew, Alexa couldn't bear with the idea of such a young soul ever experiencing hunger.

That week, nearly everything edible she gave to Lucy. Things got so bad that at one point, Alexa began to hallucinate from the starvation. Had it not been for Lucy force feeding Alexa some berries in her sleep, perhaps their pack of five would have dwindled to four, maybe even three if small Lucille couldn't find her way back to the group.

With every passing second that both reacquainted siblings stare at each other with a lingering silence, Negan feels his emotions become more and more neglected.

Control reigns in his heart, and with an iron fist, he governs everyone's life.

As Negan rises, Alexa proves to be swift as she dodges a heavy book launched her way as the supreme leader in the room throws a fit. Having grown with temperamental parents and an even more hot headed older brother (Elijah), no one knows this better than Alexa:

❝patience when teased is
often transformed into rage❞

Clearing his throat, Negan once again repeats the question he directed to Elijah earlier. "I thought you said your sister was dead?"

Elijah sighs and back combs his hair in that typical manner Alexa knows all too well ; the mannerisms he always did before conducting the most believable lies.