Deadland

Chapter 101- Actual Happiness

(TW!! Mentions of Bolemia!!)

It's been a few weeks since the museum run and the bridge fell. We now have a camp in the middle of all of the communities. Everyone from everywhere is here: Saviors, Alexandrians, the Kindom's people, Oceanside's people, and a few of the Hilltop's people. 

Alyssa, Inejra, Damien, Cato, and I all live at this camp now and Alyssa loves it. Her Bolemia has gotten better now that Damien and Cato are back with us, I guess she has more distractions with them around. 

"Adrian!" I hear someone call from the right. 

I groan and walk away from my tent, allowing Alyssa to eat breakfast with Damien and Cato in peace- she's not allowed to eat alone in case she purges right after.

The remnants of the voice in my head lead me to one of the Saviors, a girl, Laura. "Hey," She smiles. "I found this at the Sanctuary." 

I raise an eyebrow as she holds out her hand, showing me a pistol. 

"No fuckin' shit." I whisper, running my finger over the Shane Walsh engraved on it. "Fuck, I remember losing this at the Sanctuary and then like...completely forgetting about it because I got zooted out of my mind with Nick like four seconds later." 

Laura chuckles, "Yeah, I found it in the rec room. Had your last name so I figured it was yours. Who's Shane?" 

I stare at the name, "My dad." Laura's face comes back into view as I finally pry my eyes away from the pistol. "He died around the beginning." 

She nods, "How?" 

I don't want to tell her that Rick killed him. I hate thinking about it. I hate thinking about how Judith is technically my little sister and that my dad was fucking insane. And, if I tell them Rick killed him, that could become dangerous for Rick. 

"Walker." I fib. "The farm got overrun," I pull up my "boy shorts" and show her the scar on my thigh. "Took out a good half of us." 

She frowns in understanding and says, "Where'd you get the gun?" 

I shrug, "I honestly don't remember. I think I found it in my backpack a few days later. He might've given it to me beforehand." 

"Shit, Adrian!" Inejra's voice calls. 

I quickly turn around and holster my gun in my waistband, "Woah, what?" 

"Alyssa's gone. I went inside y'alls tent to grab one of Alyssa's sweatshirts because she asked and when I came back out she was gone." 

I groan, "Damn it. Check the outhouse?" 

She nods, "I can see it from here and a Savior went inside like thirty seconds ago." 

"Fuck," I whisper. "Where's Damien and Cato?" 

"The bridge." 

I nod, "Split up. Don't freak her out. Take left, I'll take right, if you find Damien or Cato tell him to let Rosita know so she knows to be on the lookout." 

With a nod, Inejra and I split up, searching for Alyssa without making a big fuss. 

"'Lyss?" I announce, checking behind tents. 

There's no sign of her anywhere. No footsteps, no food, no shreds of somehow perfectly golden blonde hair. Nothing.

I groan quietly after a few minutes and run my fingers through my hair. 

"Hey, you good?" Tara asks, noticing me standing behind a tent. 

I nod with a sigh, "Yeah, just...Alyssa left after eating breakfast and I don't know where she went. I think she went to purge."