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AT ONE POINT, DALE made Juliette take over for Glenn who was directing them. She was confused on why at first, until Dale said he wanted to talk to her.
"How'd you end up with Shane?" Was the first thing Dale had asked the teenage girl. She didn't understand why he wanted to know something like that, but it wasn't like she had anything to hide.
She toyed with the ends of her dirty hair, settling for, "I didn't always live with him. I only moved in with him a couple months before . . . the world ended."
Dale hummed in response, eyes still on the road ahead, sun blazing down on them. "Were you close?"
Jules shook her head. "Not by any means. Never really did family gatherings, so I never saw him before I had to move in with him. He was always really busy, and when I would talk to him, he was always disinterested."
"Ah," Dale replied with a nod of his head. "I'm sorry if this is, uh, overstepping anything but . . . why'd you have to move in with him?"
Jules's body tensed, eyes moving up from their spot on the map to instead look at Dale. He could feel her eyes on him, and immediately apologized with wide eyes.
"No, no, no, it's okay, Dale. It's just—I don't know—I just haven't really talked about it out loud to anyone," Jules reassured, relaxing her tensed body and waving her hands around. "But, um, I have a little sister. Had, I guess. She probably isn't alive anymore. My dad died when I was really young, and so my mom couldn't really survive without him. Struggled financially until it got to be too much for her, so she shipped me off to live with her brother."
Dale was still processing the information, a hard look on his face as he nodded his head every now and then. He then turned to look at her with a sorry face. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Jules simply shrugged, knowing he couldn't do anything about it, and neither could she. "It's okay. I'm over it." It was a lie, sure, but it was harmless. It didn't matter.
Eventually, Jules got tired of staring at lines of the map, and trades places with Glenn again. It seemed like he was all too happy to take back his job in directing them.
She sat next to Jacqui, who was still torn about Jim. So, Jules rubbed her shoulder to soothe her sadness.
Her mind then went to the C.D.C.. She dreaded getting there, afraid of the worst. She didn't want to face the harsh reality that there was no cure, or that there wasn't even anyone still working for one.
