𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Beth Greene

six

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                        chapter six !

Beth's POV

ITS BEEN A WEEK since the prison was turned to ashes. Visions of the prison disappearing between angry flames that licked the ground beneath my feet still burn vividly in my mind. Apart from the farm, I have never ached for anything more in my entire life. We were just starting to get settled in the prison and were building a life there, all for nothing.

The past week has been tough. The hunger is unbearable. I have been surviving on wild berries and river water for a week straight. I have not slept either in almost four days because I simply cannot find anywhere to settle. I've just been walking around hoping something will turn up, but it hasn't. Not yet anyway.

I had always felt lonely at the prison, I always felt like I couldn't talk about how I felt to anyone, but atleast I had baby judith to distract me. But now I don't have anything to distract me at all, so I'm just constantly thinking. I think about the people that I was meant to get on the school bus, did they make it?

I think about Maggie and I wonder if she made it out alive, and if she did, is she on her own? Is she with Glenn? I know she's tough but the thought of her out there all by herself makes my heart sore.

I think about my father Hershel, and despite him being the bravest man I know, I still think about how scared he must have been. I think about how none of us never got to say goodbye to him. He didn't deserve what happened to him, and I wish more than anything that I could just have 5 more minutes to remind him of how special he is to not just me, but to alot of people. I try my hardest to brush those thoughts away, I have to be strong.

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As I trudge along a deserted road, the only sounds accompanying me are the songs from the birds and the growls from my stomach. My feet scrape the ground and my eyes feel heavy. The exhaustion is insufferable and I feel like my legs are going to collapse any second now.

I hear something behind me, turning around I gasp as a walker goes for my shoulder but I get it just in time. That's one thing, you're never allowed to let your guard down and you have to always be alert about your surroundings. But it gets hard when you haven't slept in a while and your eyes are slowly starting to give in to sleep.

I keep walking for a mile or so, and up ahead, in an opening found only through some soul searching, lies a tiny log cabin and I can feel my heart do a summersalt. The cabins ambiance was utterly serene and completely tranquil. I pinched myself to make sure the lack of sleep wasn't getting the better of me.

I quickened my pace, and as I got closer I was amazed at how unblemished the cabin seemed to be, there wasn't a single trace of any walker, but just to make sure I knock at the door 3 times before twisting the handle.

I open the cabins door and take in it's contents. On the wall to the right is a bookcase full of every genre you could wish for. In the corner is a rocking chair and beside that is a fireplace.

I didn't think it could get any better, but it has! I go over to the cupboards on the left and they are filled to the brim with canned foods.

I'm grabbing tins, deciding whether I should have the beans or peas first. Or maybe the corn? I decide on the beans, that is until I can feel the coldness of a gun pressed hard against the back of my head. And this time I am positive that the lack of sleep hasn't gotten the better of me.