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Chapter 2: 1st Month
She is tired; not the usual I've been out killing walkers, rebuilding our home, doing breakfasts and dinners for a whole community kind of tired. No this is worse. It's the kind of tired where she is so exhausted she could fall asleep standing up. The kind of tired that if she were a child, would render her a mess of tears. She's not a child though and she has responsibilities so she powers through her exhaustion.
"My Queen?"
She must have spaced out yet again for now Jerry is looking at her with not only confusion but a hint of worry. Had he asked her something?
"Yes?" She mumbles, her hands going up to cover her eyes for a second before straightening up and planting her hands on her hips.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Ezekiel's voice jolts her. It is only then that she notices that all of Ezekiel's entourage is looking at her. They all share the same expression of worry that Jerry has.
"No, no I'm fine." She promises with a wave of her hand.
"Jerry was just requesting your presence at the training grounds, My Queen." Ezekiel offers as he notices that she's still gathering her bearings, trying to figure out what is going on.
She blushes, having been caught zoning out when she had been pretending exhaustion couldn't stop her. "Yes, right." She stutters. "Lead the way." She tells Jerry, who despite smiling brightly at her still looks a little concerned
"Perhaps a break from the days activities would be a better use of time." Carol can't help but narrow her eyes at him, her mouth pursing slightly.
"I don't need a nap." She promises him. "I'm fine. I'll be fine with the training. Come on Jerry, let us not take anymore of the King's time."
By the end of the week she thinks she knows what's wrong; although her menses has been anything but consistent since the world ended and the dead started walking, she knows that it usually arrives with a bout of exhaustion.
That's all it is, she's sure of it, and the slight spotting in her underwear at the end of the week confirms her suspicion.