❝ YOU HAVE TO MAKE SACRIFICES FOR THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE ❞
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For a fleeting moment, Vada's breath hitched in her parched throat, sending her heart to rapidly pound in her chest. It had been years since she'd awoken to an alarm clock, let alone one that made such a shrill and ungodly noise. Sweat clung to every limb, having just awoken from a nightmare, as she crawled out from under the silk bed sheets.
In her morbid dream, she'd had visions of Alexandria being set into blazing flames as she and her family sat still in their homes, unable to move. It was unusually reoccurring, for some reason, and she'd assumed it was because of what happened to the farm, just as she'd become accustomed to living there. She'd guessed it was because she was afraid of losing Alexandria, and her family, just like she did those many years ago.
She slammed her fist unmercifully against the rusted, feeble device, silently praying that she hadn't broken it in sudden outburst. She pulled herself off the large bed and wiped the sweat from her forehead, taking in her unusual surroundings. When she realized just where she was, she cursed to herself having realized that she'd have to wait for Negan to return and unlock the door. Glancing at the alarm clock, she saw that it was thankfully still operating, as it ticked second by second, displaying the time: 8 AM.
She had managed to get at least four hours of sleep. As she approached a mirror which hung on the wall, she groaned at the horrid, almost plum like colored bags that sat under her eyes. Licking her lips, she wiped the back of her hand across her violet colored eyelids and stretched the other arm up wide. A familiar pang rang out in her stomach, despite having eaten no less than five hours ago, when she was caught rummaging through the cafeteria stock with Vincent.
She then walked over to his cupboard, opening it to see if he kept any food stored. She was met with a wide array of different snack items, such as chips, pretzels, and even some candy. She raised her eyebrows, trying to imagine someone like Negan lounging on his black leather couch with a bowl of skittles.
She popped some in her mouth and smiled at the divine taste, then took some pretzels in her palm, enough to keep her full until lunch, then shut the cupboard.
As she munched on the salty treat, she roamed around the opulent bedroom, somewhat snooping around. She wondered whether or not her family was thinking about her, if they were trying to get her back. She hoped that Carl didn't do anything stupid–he was keen on impulsive actions, much like herself. She then thought about Daryl, alone in some cell where she assumed they were keeping him. She hoped they weren't still feeding him dog food. She made a mental note to go looking for him later.
In Negan's room, there wasn't much to be found, other than regular basic necessities and the snack foods she'd taken. She'd gotten quite irritated and bored as she awaited his return, until she came across one drawer, which sent her heart plummeting to her stomach. She swiftly slammed the wooden cabinet slider shut and stared at it for what seemed like a minute.
