𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘| Beth Greene| Cyndie

xlv. 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨

"What are you doing out here?" Sasha asked as her and Austin stumbled across each other in the woods.

He looked down at his walker covered clothes. "Killing walkers."

"Make you feel better?" Sasha asked, encouraging him to sit on the barrel across from her.

"For half a second." Austin admitted as he set his gun down and took a seat. "But, unless i'm constantly doing it, nothing helps."

"Yeah." Sasha agreed. "Either that or I bite everyone's heads off the second they say something remotely wrong."

"Tell me about it." Austin agreed. "I dropped the F bomb on my dad the other day. Only reason he didn't slap me was because of the circumstances."

"You should have heard me at that welcoming party last night." Sasha shook her head. "I bout ate some woman alive when she asked what my favorite food was."

"I'd have tried to stab her, so, maybe you're a step up." he joked as Sasha flashed a minor smile. "What was it?"

"What?" she frowned her eyebrows.

"Your favorite food. Before this." he crossed one leg under the other, looking at her.

Sasha looked like she wanted to laugh. "Popcorn."

"Popcorn?" Austin gave a look of disbelief.

"I know it's basic, but with a bunch of butter, infront of a good movie." she hummed in delight. "My favorite Friday night plans."

"I worked part time at a movie theater before all of this." he pointed out as Sasha listened. "It was one of the only places that would hire fifteen year olds, and no one my age was actually working yet. But, I wanted to because if I didn't have something to do after school, my mom would drag me to spin class with her."

Austin cracked a grin at the memory. "So, I got burnt out on popcorn pretty quick."

"Did you have to wear those uniforms?" she asked, getting a nod. "And scrap gum off the seats?"

"Oh, yeah." he nodded. "The amount of times my glasses fell off trying to lean under those seats. I'd get so pissed and swear I was gonna quite the next day."

"Why'd you keep the job then?" Sasha gave a questionable look. "Spin class was that bad?"

Austin rolled his eyes. "No, I was stupid and kept it because of a girl."

Sasha rose her eyebrows and encouraged him to go on.

"I had this friend, not really a friend, we'd talk sometimes at robotics but we weren't friends. I just kinda liked her, just a little." he explained with a shrug. "And, she'd always talk about how much she liked really old movies, and I overheard her so many times. So, i'd go in on Sundays, when it was suppose to be closed, and run old movies."