Beth nodded in agreement. After all the panic of the group being split up after the prison fight, she didn’t think she could handle running away to a new place again. She most definitely didn’t want to go further away from Daryl, either. She still hadn’t seen him since the zombies attacked the place they were staying. God knows what had happened to him. Her watching outside the gates of Terminus was her thinking, along with her keeping a look out for the man she had bonded with.
Suddenly, as if someone new had jumped into her body and forced her to move, she opened the gate of the man-made town and stepped outside. She looked to the right of her, before opening her arms to the free space around. There wasn’t a zombie around. Behind kept inside gates made Beth feel safe, but it also made her feel isolated. She didn’t want to have to spend her days trapped inside of a pretty small space, no matter how perfect it was. “I remember runnin’ through the fields of that farm.” She reminisced, placing her arms back down to the sides of her.
If the rest of the group saw the signs, they would arrive soon. He knew they’d put their faith into the place, hope that people had the same idea as them. The group would reunite soon enough, they would all find each other again. The fences seemed strong and they had enough ammo inside to take out more than one horde of walkers. They could only hope that it never happened, that hordes avoided the place they were willing to make their home. It all depended on whether the people were who they said they were, that they could be trusted.
He felt slightly worried when she stepped outside the fences, when she made her way into the outside world that they’d fought so hard to get away from. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and followed her, knowing he would have to protect her if anything did come their way. He had to remember that no matter where they were, they were never entirely safe. He stood behind her, eyes wandering to the ground they stood on. Memories of the farm were still clear, the place they could have made their home. “It was a good place. It was nice there.”
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