[color=9e0b0f]"I wish I had your confidence. Maybe I would have lead my family better. As for the brutes,"[/color] Malcolm answered, his face turning grim. [color=9e0b0f]"They claimed they wanted to join The Family, that they wanted to make us stronger and protect us. But they were just lying to get in our good graces. The moment we allowed them into our home, they took over and forced us out. The ones they deemed 'useless', whoever would not join them. Men... women... children..."[/color] Malcolm said through gritted teeth. 

[color=9e0b0f]"There were around twelve of us, those who survived the first few days on our own without supplies. A pregnant woman, she died first. The stress was too much for her. She took her own life. Nancy... oh god Nancy..."[/color] he shuddered, as though reliving the memory. [color=9e0b0f]"Tom, her husband, blamed me. I blamed myself. He took his daughter and several others and left. Then Brenda, an older woman close to my age died from heat stroke and dehydration. There were two men, two women and a teenage boy left along with myself when we were attacked by a mob of the undead. The boy... he was barely fifteen and so very scared. He panicked and ran. I doubt he survived,"[/color] Malcolm added in a low, very grieved voice. [color=9e0b0f]"That boy had potential. He was a nervous sort, but smarter than most men I've known when it came to machines.[/color]'

Anyone hearing this would be struck to the heart by the tenderness in which Malcolm spoke. No one could have guessed that he didn't mean a word of it. All of the people he spoke so fondly of did not, nor had ever existed. The best thing to do as far as acting was to create a world for yourself that even you could believe in. Malcolm had no doubt that if he were in Alex' place he would have believed the crap coming out of his mouth.
They would find a gun and several dead mangled corpses of newly dead people once they searched, that would seem to back up his statements, planted there by him and the others. The story of taking over and forcing people out of their home was true, and it was true that Malcolm was the leader, but he had been on the other end of things. He was not a monster though. He had given the women and children a place and protection in his base. The men that did not join him had been fed to the walkers while the sick and ones who were not worth saving were cast out to make their own way into the world. He had given them supplies to last a few days to be fair.