I feel like I'm sitting on a boiling pot, and the water is starting to simmer. Soon, I fear, something is going to happen, something big and dangerous, but I can't put my finger on where or when that's going to happen. All I can do is deal with the problems at home; problems like Dante. I haven't seen him in a week, not since that night, and I'm worried he's left for good. Problems like Tom, who remains in the Alexandria as a refugee. Problems like Laura, who doesn't like me and has made it clear she's going to second guess me every chance she gets. Living in the Alexandria isn't easy, but it's home now, and I have to make the best of it.
At the same time, I can't shake this feeling of... dread... looming over me. I don't know exactly what's coming, but I do know that when it hits us, we my well not recover from it.
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