How Old Is Enid From The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I heard him say to her. “Yayyy!” Enid threw her hands up in the air, before wrapping them tightly around his neck. “Thank youuuuuu!” As I watched the two interact, I couldn't help but note how cute they were. I loved watching them together, it always made me happy but alongside that happiness came something else; a pang in my chest. Enid didn't deserve any of the treatment she was getting, and maybe if she had a father figure like Zane in her life, maybe none of this would be happening right now.

Enid is mine and that is a fact. As we strolled down the hallway towards the winery, I suddenly heard distinct footsteps approaching. It could only be one person - Enid. Excitement bubbled up within me. "Look, look, Alexis. Enid is back," I exclaimed eagerly. "I told you he was coming. But wait, he doesn't seem happy. Maybe something terrible happened. Maybe... she's... dead," Alexis speculated with a sly smile. Her words painted an exhilarating picture in my mind.

My breath caught. I followed the path slowly pulse roaring in my ears. The living room opened up candles flickering on every surface soft golden light dancing across the walls. And there in the center stood Enid. He was dressed simply dark slacks white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows the sling still on his right shoulder but he stood tall steady eyes locked on me. No suit, no flash just him. “What’s going on?” I asked voice cracking as I stepped closer. “Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”

Fuck my life! *** JACE *** "Jace, is that...?" She pointed at the stately looking elderly lady sitting under the shade umbrella by the pool looking like she was here for afternoon tea as she spoke to mom. She's a world renowned reporter, the best in fact and has been for over fifty years. She'd been retired for a while, but no one had yet taken her place. That's because she lived in an era when shit meant something and people had integrity and shit. And today she was here to interview the Saunders heir and his bride to be.

Looking around, I was unable to determine what spooked her, but she obviously felt like she would be safe inside. I blinked and I was back on Silver Eclipse territory. Eden was here, running around in the clearing where Aleksandr has taken me on our first date, and she was older now too. Not quite as old as Aria, but she had to be at least 16 or 17 years old. She had grown into such a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a lilac-colored sundress and had the most carefree smile I’d ever seen. She was beaming with joy as she walked barefoot on the grass humming to herself.

Chapter 97: The Living and the Dead The suite fell silent. Elena stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes locked on the woman who had raised her. The woman who had read her bedtime stories. The woman who had kissed her scraped knees. The woman who had died at the bottom of a cliff. Nadia was thinner than Elena remembered. Gray streaked her dark hair. Wrinkles framed her eyes. Her hands were knotted with arthritis, her shoulders curved with age. But her face. Her face was the same.

★ELAINE★ I scanned around frantically in search of Tania. “Enid please where is she? I wasn't done speaking to her.” Enid gazed at me with pity then raised her wand to conjure up some spells. “The line between the living and dead isn't waning. You might want to share everything with her quickly to avoid this happening again.” Nodding in response, I clasped my fingers together, waiting to see Tania one more time.