After seeing her parents and brothers get ripped to shreds about seven years ago and hitching a years-long ride with the hunter who managed to save her at the last minute, Alys had been convinced that she’d seen, well, EVERYTHING. Witnessing the supernatural made the world seem bigger and darker, but it also made one braver, in a strange, completely paranoid sort of way. It’s that very bravery and confidence that proved to be the root of all the confusion she was feeling now. Despite living in this Night of the Walking Dead: Demonic Sequel for over two years now, sometimes she still found herself unable to BELIEVE this was actually her life. And these people were actually her companions.
Her CURRENT companion, with whom she’d been forced into the car for yet another supply run, was perhaps the strangest of them all. Though nowhere near as terrifying as the angry leader of the camp, she still found him oddly unsettling. Perhaps it was the fact that he was HIGH almost all the time ( why they were letting him drive in the first place was beyond her ), but mostly because of all the whispers she’d heard about who and WHAT he was. A few years ago she would have dismissed them with a laugh, but after everything she’d witnessed, the possibility of celestial beings being real hardly gave her the vapours.
“Did you really used to be an angel?” Her question was blunt, out of the blue and perhaps a tad rude, but that didn’t stop her from staring at the strange man in fascination. After all, manners meant very little in a post-apocalyptic world.