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Where did they all run to?
— where the sky is blue f o r e v e r
Alice Liu-Richter. 18. Teenage runaway.
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Familiar faces weren’t a frequent occurence in the apocalypse. Caleb had been lucky enough to find Adaline, and he didn’t expect to find anyone else he used to know in Ravenswood—as much as there was one particular person he hoped and tried to believe that he’d see again. So it was rather needless to say he was surprised to find a familiar person while walking around the town.
She had survived. Maybe she was the only one (except for him), maybe there were more survivors. But, either way, Caleb was happy that at least one person from his former group had survived the attack. He didn’t hesitate to approach her and touch her shoulder gently to get her attention.
“Alice? I— shit, I thought you were dead.”
At the sound of a familiar voice, she turned towards the person who was speaking. When she realized it was Caleb, she felt her lips curl into a smile.
Alice looked at him for a few moments. He looked relatively healthy and had the appearance of someone who had been eating regularly.
“It’s nice to see that your social skills haven’t improved much from when I last saw you,” she finally responded at his atypical greeting. She decided not to mention the fact that the last time she had seen him, all of their friends had died. As she remembered what had happened the last time she saw Caleb, her expression darkened slightly and she quickly changed the conversation. “Have you been here for long?”
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Alice had just traded in some of her ration tickets for a loaf of bread when she overheard two young girls talking about a new boy in town. She couldn't help but give a small smile at their conversation—it was almost surreal that they were discussing something that once used to be so normal.
Ravenswood itself was surreal. There was a system for paying for goods, a fortified wall, town meetings. It was controlled and organized in a way that Chicago hadn’t been. When travellers spoke of Ravenswood, they spoke of a haven, not a quarantine.
Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed that someone had been speaking to her until they touched her shoulder. Her smile disappated and she looked up, missing the last of what the other had just said.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
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