Mike had promised Michonne he would procure a house for them in Alexandria. He had promised. She would much rather go back underground than to live in the trailers that were provided to them at the hilltop. She had made her displeasure known to anyone who would listen.

The address matched. Michonne stood on the porch and pressed the doorbell button next to the front door and then knocked. She waited to hear the sound of footfalls closing the distance to open up, and she braced to make yet another introduction. The smile she had garnered from within curved her lips upward, but it didn't reach her eyes. This was the part she hated.

She disliked trying to initiate conversation and trying to find a mutual interest, but as the wife of the new sheriff in town, she had to make appearances. This is what her husband Mike Benton expected. Cordial. The community having the ability to place a face to the name. Country people expected this type of relationship with their civil servant. She couldn't remain hidden at the hilltop much longer and retrieving her children before nightfall was paramount.