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The confrontation with Sebastian Williams, unknown to those who had witnessed, would not be their last. As the burly man melted back into the forest, a heavy feeling had settled over Idris, who watched with guarded eyes as he left. She'd need to make sure to set up more defenses around the walls and build larger scouting points, perhaps even towers where men or women could be posted to watch the surrounding area. After a long while, the sound of walkers in the distance could be heard and Idris turned to Thomas Kepler, who stood watching her with awestruck eyes. Now that everything had simmered, it was hard for him to wrap his brain around the fact that he'd actually found her, alive and still fighting rather than a walking corpse or rotted shell of what she once was. The two had walked back to Havenshire's gate, both of their shoulders carrying the weight of the world as they disappeared behind the gate and the structure shut with a final "thump".<br/>
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Idris had given in and had assigned both Kepler and Elias their own second floor bedrooms, both equipped with private bathrooms - albeit the bathrooms were a bit on the smaller side. Still, they had beds, dressers, clothes, and even small TVs and VCRs to play any of the small collection of movies found down in the living room. Idris had immediately considered allowing Kepler to stay due to their tight bond and shared history, but it had surprised her how quickly she'd opened Elias with open arms. Perhaps it was his wit or his accent, perhaps the way he was so eager to help strangers. Either way, Idris had offered him a hot meal for dinner, along with Kepler and Arielle. She'd served a pot roast with vegetables such as carrots and potato's. It was a meal she'd been saving for special occasions and well, those came rather few and far between in their new normal. She'd given them instruction to spend their time as they pleased, so long as they got plenty of rest and night and remembered to feed themselves regularly.<br/>
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After dinner, Idris had rose with more simple instructions. Arielle would tend to her duties as normal and both Kepler and Elias would meet her at the front gate soon after sunrise. After she'd made sure everyone understood her orders, she'd found her way to  her bedroom... Yet sleep would hardly come. The woman's thoughts had been plagued with war, both the past wars and the war with the Walkers. Her mind was a jumble of blood, loss, and regret... but the light at the end of the tunnel had been Kepler, Arielle, and Elias, calling out for her. And when the sun had finally risen, Idris Bellucci was already awake, staring at the sky as she waited for the world to catch up with her.<br/>
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That morning, Idris rose before the others. She took her time to make the standard breakfast - two boiled eggs each and three strips of deer jerky that she had made herself. She'd make sure to go over the rations again later that day, to tailor the rations to fit her now slightly larger group. Of course, Alias was left a dog bowl full of dry, stale kibble that she'd found months back. It had served the beast well, though she could tell his mouth watered for better accommodations. Perhaps one day. Idris armed herself that morning with her Glock and as the others rose, she was already walking the inside perimeter of Havenshire's wall, doing her morning check for any breaches or issues. Thus far, there had been none. Yet each morning, Idris would check. She would make sure. Havenshire would endure. <br/>
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