CHAPTER FIFTEEN,
the wolves.
Aiden jumped in shock when she heard someone scream. She had been standing with Carol in the kitchen. Carol looked from the window to Aiden. "There's people." The older woman said to her.
"What the hell do you mean people?" Aiden asked, moving to the window. She jumped when she saw a man the size of a fucking moose tackle a Alexandrian man before he stabbed him in the chest repeatedly. "Holy shit."
Carl rushed down the stairs, "I saw them from upstairs. They're coming in from all over." Carl said to the two.
"You stay here and keep Judith and Aiden safe." Carol said to Carl as she rushed outside.
"Carol!" Aiden called after her. "Go lock the backdoor, now." Aiden ordered Carl. He nodded and rushed to the back of the house and locked the door. Aiden moved to the front door and locked it.
The two heard keys rattling from outside and saw Enid enter the house, "hi." She said.
"Why didn't you just knock?" Carl asked her.
"I have these. I didn't want them to have 'em." She held up the keys. Aiden locked the door back and followed the two teens to the living room.
"And I wanted say goodbye." Enid said.
"Okay, watch the backdoor. Tell me if you see them coming." Carl insisted.
"I'm not staying."
"You're not going anywhere. Sit down. You're helping me protect Judith and Aiden." Carl said, "they're not getting inside this house. We're not gonna let them."
Aiden watched as the two sat down back to back. Aiden moved to the door and stood to the side of it and watched the outside from there.
"Did you seem them?" Carl asked Enid.
"They're just people. This place is too big to protect. There's too many blind spots. That's how we were able to-" Enid was cut off.
"They got in the walls, but they're gonna die." Carl said to her. "All of them," his eyes locked with Aiden's when he said that. "Don't tell me goodbye."
"Okay." Enid replied to him. "I won't."
"What the hell?" Aiden whispered to herself. "Okay, you two. Yell if someone tries to get in. I'm going upstairs with Judy." Aiden informed the two. She climbed up the stairs and entered the nursery.
Judith's sleeping body laid peacefully in her crib as Aiden sat by the window and watched the crazed men and women run rapid around her home.
Then she heard it.
The horn.
"What the fuck?" She fled down the stairs. "You two stay here, okay? Shoot anyone who comes in this house if you don't recognize them."
"Where the hell are you going?" Carl asked her as he stood up.
"To help."
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philophobia → the walking dead ³
Fanfictionphil • o • phobia noun the fear of falling in love or being emotionally connected to another. aiden dixon loved her family. she was terrified to lose them. she had already lost too many people. her brother, a woman she grew up with, a very close...
