PROLOGUE
That day was one of the best ones. It seemed like a day straight out of "before" - one of the rare days everything worked out, good surprises came their way and everyone was happy. Carol hated that day.
It started with great news of two newcomers to Alexandria – Anna and Claire. Daryl came across two young women just in time - one of Neagan's guy's gun was already pointed at them and their future didn't seem too bright, but a bolt to the head remedied the situation.
On top of the joy caused by the newcomers there was the matter of food – the day before Rick and the others brought home a truck fool of treasures – from livestock to vegetables, eggs and whatnot. Carol promised them a dinner on a whim and today she had to face the music.
Normally she quite enjoyed cooking – it helped her get her mind off things, and lately there were too many things threatening her sanity so a distraction was welcome on a daily basis. It was also something she was good at and a nice way to play her role in caring for the group. The only problem was that that role didn't fit her anymore - it was perfect when they had lived at the prison, but too many things changed since and right now she was more of a deadly weapon then a motherly figure. She knew that. Her people knew that. The people of Alexandria had no idea.
The transformation that happened to her was a bit too much to take in – from a victim to a predator she went faster then humanly possible and the growing pains were brutal. So some cooking once in a while helped sooth it. But not today.