Stumbling upon Alexandria, Reese recounts the events up until now. Meeting Rick's group at the prison, scavenging, sickness, and attacks while creating an attachment to the stoic Bowman.
Shielding her eyes from the sunlight, she made her way off the porch, taking in the sight she never thought to see again. A suburban street. Similar to a gated community she had seen on TV. Children laughing as they passed by on their scooters and bikes, a dog barking as it played fetch with their owner off in the distance.
"Am I dead?" she genuinely asks, tears welling up in her eyes. This wasn't possible. The hell they went through only for god to suddenly show mercy.
"This might be a lot. How long have you all been out there?" he asks, placing a hand on her back and ushering her along.
"Too long." She answers, trying to compose herself, but the flood gates were open. Earning odd looks or pity and concern from those who passed. We're coming to one of the largest houses of them all.
"You can sit her there." The older woman, whom is assumed to be this Deanne gestures toward the head of the dining room table.
"Down you go." Pete cautions lowering the frail woman who wobbled on her feet into the wooden chair. "You must have a guardian angel watching over you." He chuckles at his only theory as to how she managed to survive so long. Securing her new IV needle to the back of her hand with tape.
"Thank you, Pete." She thanks he nods taking his leave. "I'm glad you're feeling better." The woman comments while watching her guest enter the room. Giving her space and time as her eyes dart about the place. Lingering on windows and doorways. Possible escape routes. Everyone in her group had that look in their eyes.
Captured prey, but she is more so because of her current condition.
She had arrived at the gates unconscious. Easily mistaken for a corpse, the group hadn't let go of her yet. The petite, limp body was held in the arms of the burly, stone faced redhead. Abraham his name was. She interviewed him just yesterday.
Filling a glass with the pitcher of ice water that sat in the middle of the table. Holding it out to the stranger, who was now picking at the tape on the back of her hand. "IV can only do so much." She breaks the silence, beginning to think the stranger wouldn't take her offering, but she slowly lifts her trembling hands, accepting the glass. Deanne chuckles proudly as she watches as she slowly sips at the rim before guzzling down the glass, sighing in satisfaction as she begins to suck on the ice cubes that are left.
One of the hottest summers to date. How the entire group managed to walk in the sun without food or water with minimal health complications was beyond her.
Maybe there was a god.
"You must promise not to tell the others." She cackles with a mischievous smirk, pulling at her lips, causing the woman to furrow her brow with uneasiness and worry. "I just happen to be making dinner, and you look like someone who enjoys a good sweet potato." She hums.
Disappearing into what the woman could tell was the kitchen. Returning after a few moments, she placed a bowl in front of her guest. Taking a seat, leaving one chair between the two. Giving her a bit of space before tucking into their meal. Hesitantly picking up the fork, she waits for Deanne to take the first bite, which she does. She is smiling at her guest chewing her bite. Swallowing what little saliva was in her mouth, eyes glancing at the full glass of ice water, calling her name. A decadent bowl of sweet potatoes, green rice, and black beans.
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