Since Rick blew up the bridge and disappeared, it was somehow..empty in Alexandria? You could feel the tension in the air, since you were closest to Rick, you couldn't stop worrying about him. You didn't know what happened to him, is he alive, or maybe he died and turned into a walker?

Wherever you were, everything reminded you of him, of the moments together. It was like a punch in the gut..even the smallest thing reminded you of him.

There was silence in the house, as if the whole house stopped its breath. There were no more loud thums and complaints that always came out of his mouth. This silence lay in every corner, making even the smallest murmur sound like an echo in an empty house. Without Rick, the whole house seemed dead, and the air was heavy from his lack of energy and talkative nature.

You tried to contact him a few times through the walkie-talkie but you didn't get an answer. Today, sitting in the kitchen at the table, you tried again, resting your head on your hand and spoke up pressing button; your voice was a quiet broken whisper as if you were sharing a secret.

”This house is not the same..without you..”

Michonne, who was with you all the time, now cooking in the kitchen, turned to you and asked, her voice was quiet and resigned.

”Still nothing?”

She sighed.