It didn't take much. An argument was enough to throw the whole group out of alignment if it went South enough, but in the middle of a war where things had been escalating quickly, each with their own opinions on how things should move, nobody had the courage to speak up or talk things through with one another. Not to mention the losses that had already followed suit, Michonne's words started to lose their value for some and others grew more important.

"We are the ones who live."

Except it hadn't been living. It was famine, stress, and barely holding on to the hope you'd make it another week, at least another day, but no guarantee.

With the rest of the group off tending to Alexandria, meeting their mental to-do lists, you were alone with your thoughts. Most of the group had been separated, with some like Carol in the house cleaning up, and others in the field or rebuilding.