Chapter 1.
Enid sat alone, examining the scars on her wrists that were too symmetrical to be accidents. It had been 3 years since she had left them, the Alexandrians. She had left the day that they had came home, some of them still crying, from the fateful day of meeting Negan and Abraham being killed. She had ran away that day and she still regretted it,. She thought that they probably wouldnt have searched for her anyway.
She had grown up. Her hair was cut shorter, just at her shoulders. Her voice had lost the high childish pitch and developed a deeper and mature but feminine voice. She had grown a lot more and her puppy fat had melted away from her face, giving her smooth high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. She had travelled alone, not meeting anyone along the way and was now temporarily staying for the night in a 2 floor abandoned studio apartment.
During that night, when she was once again alone with her thoughts, she let herself think back to Alexandria. She thought of Maggie, who was like a mother to her, and she hoped that she was alright and safe and alive. In the swarm of memories, there was always one face that stood out like a peacock in a field of pigeons: Carl Grimes. She remembered him so vividly and it always came back to that one day: she faced him, barely no space given between them because of the meagre size of the hollow tree trunk. She looked into his eyes and was intrigued by the miasma of blue shades that she saw. She was always so curious about him yet she left before she could quench the thirst of her curiosity.
She shook her head in annoyance that she had let her mind trail to this again and she shook the thoughts from her head. Outside of her window she saw that the sun was rising to welcome a new day. Not in any kind of rush, Enid packed away her things. She packed away what small supplies she had: a few tins, a small blanket and (kinda) clean underwear. She put her gun in its holster and her knife in her belt before heading out for the day.
After a few hours of travelling on foot, she came across a small row of houses that she recognised but she couldn't quite place a finger on where she had seen it before. In a bid to try and scavenge more food, she tried the doorknob on one of the doors, it was locked. She kicked the door in. She was expecting a walker to lunge at her but nothing was there, which surprised her. When she walked in the house, she knew that she had been there before but still didn't know when or why. She checked the cupboards the food but they were bare. Someone had been there before. Enid went upstairs and checked one of the rooms. She saw a comic lying open on a bed with a dog-eared page and a chest in the corner. In the chest, she found more tins of food and comic books, and then she remembered.
"This was the house! My little hideaway house! I remember it so clearly now!" she thought to herself. Back when she was in Alexandria, she would sneak away to his house to be alone. She had kept it stocked up with food and comics and kept the door locked; the only entrance was through the window.
She had started to pack away the tins and comics into her bag when she heard footsteps. But these footsteps weren't the clumsy heavy-footed steps of the dead. She could hear that they were delicate and purposefully moved like the ones of a human. Enid drew the gun from its holster and held it in one hand, and she held the knife in her other. As far as she could hear, it was only one person. Tingles spread down her spine and her palms sweat. She was facing away from the door, paralyzed with fear. The inevitability of death looming over her. The footsteps were getting closer and she could hear them coming up the stairs. Her mouth felt like sand paper. *Tip tap tip tap* came the footsteps as they walked through the corridor until Enid heard them come to a stop at the doorway.
*click* she heard from a gun
"Just do it! Shoot me! Get it over with!" She yelled at whoever was there. She was still facing away from the door, and refused to look at the hostile person standing there.
"Do it, okay? I don't give a shit anymore. I'm done!" she yelled again
What seemed like minutes passed. Enid could hear the rushing of her own heart beat in the tense silence. The person took a step forward and said only "Enid?"
*authors note* yes, yes, I know that this is part of the same storyline as someone elses fic. Buuutttt... I really loved their story and they abandoned it and in my head there was so much that I thought that I could do with it please don't hurt me, whoever wrote the original story plot. Anyway, this is my very first fanfic to the site and I would honestly be so grateful if you left a review. Thanks for reading. I will be updating this soon (maybe a chapter a week?)