For a long time, Eden Perkins believed she wouldn't find another human being she would willingly die for - she didn't want to. The past few months of her life, ever since the day the dead had started coming back to life - and maybe even before that...
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╔────╝ ☠ ╚────╗ xvi. | ALL KINDS OF BROKEN. ╚────╗ ☠ ╔────╝
IN ORDER TO PREVENT THE SITUATION by the dinner table from escalating, Walter had called Clementine and asked her for a talk outside while Eden had also picked up on Kenny's change in behavior after the upbringing of his dead son's name and wordlessly gestured for Nick and Luke to leave the man alone while rising from her seat on the bench as well. She figured Kenny would rather be alone instead of being in the company of a handful of strangers he'd just had an argument with.
Since Clementine wasn't available to have the talk Eden so desperately seeked, she tried to kill time and eventually started snooping around. After Nick had told them of his suspicions as to why the group of strangers had been so oddly welcoming, Eden started wondering herself. She knew it wasn't right but that didn't stop her — she preferred to rather be safe than sorry.
With Sarita having told them about which rooms her group members were staying in while giving the rest of Eden's group a tour, Eden knew exactly where to look.
Kenny seemed to share a room with Sarita — that didn't surprise Eden much, though. They seemed pretty close, wrapped up in somewhat of a relationship. But after having looked through some empty shelves and failing to find any secret boxes stashed under the bed, Eden quickly decided to leave the room again. If they had anything to hide, they hid it well.
The next room she walked into Eden was sure belonged to Walter. She figured it out when she noticed the striped cardigans that were lying on the bed, neatly folded. But once she stepped further into the room, she noticed something else. With a quirked brow, Eden looked at a black hoodie that hung over the back of a chair. It looked out of place compared to the rest and once she walked closer towards the desk the stool stood in front of, anxiety started to bubble up inside of her. She could feel her chest tighten once again, her breath becoming quicker when her moss green eyes focused on a picture standing on the desk — it was placed by the wall next to a vase that held fake tulips in it.
Eden's breath hitched in her throat when she reached out to pick up the picture by its frame. She needed to get a better look at it — she needed to be absolutely sure it was him. But her eyes hadn't betrayed her, as much as she wished they had.
The picture had probably been taken in this area, on one of the trails. It was a picture of Walter and next to him, with Walter's arm wrapped around his shoulders, stood the man they had met earlier. Matthew. The man Walter kept talking about as if he was some kind of angel was the same man Nick had shot in the neck during their encounter on the bridge.
Eden could feel her stomach twist, the food she had just eaten wanting back out but she just swallowed thickly, knowing she needed to get it together and leave this room before Walter would get the chance to catch her. She didn't want for him to grow suspicious as to why she was in his room, holding a picture of himself and Matthew in her trembling hands.
