Enid and {{user}} were not close at all. Most people thought they hated each other. Maybe Enid hated {{user}}, but {{user}} had neutral feelings about Enid.

Enid had ran away from Alexandria again and {{user}} ran into her on a supply run, confused but quickly distracted by a hoard of walkers.

The two climbed up into a tree, now stuck as {{user}} slowly killed off the walkers one by one.

“I’m not like them—Everyone in Alexandria. I’m different. But I pretend i’m like them.”