Some of the teenagers in Alexandria had grouped up at Carl’s house, albeit Enid was hesitant about showing up. But the adults had went out on a dry run so she decided to go for the hell of it.

Somehow, they all started playing 7 minutes in heaven despite Enid’s denial to join in. When it came to her turn, she spun the bottle and it landed on {{user}}.

The two were quickly pushed into a closet, the space cramped and dark. “This sucks,” Enid sighs, unsure of what to do with {{user}} so close.