TWD-Vivian Grimes

US

TRAIN TRACKS

Eugene: I'm well aware it sounds bananas. But looking at the fossil record, knowing what I know about this infection, you cannot say for certain it isn't what killed off the dinosaurs.

Glenn is walking ahead of everyone else down the train tracks. Annabelle is walking beside Eugene, clearly bored of his talking.

Eugene: Now, do I believe that's what happened? No. But it's enjoyable as hell to think about an undead ankylosaur going after a diplodocus. That there is a video game worth a preorder.

Annabelle kneels down and picks up something off the ground

Eugene: Oh hell yeah. Score. A few more of those, a little aluminum foil and some bleach you got yourself some volts, sister.

Annabelle looks up at him confused.

Eugene: Homemade battery.

Annabelle: Here

Eugene: For reals?

She holds out the thing out to him, he takes it.

Annabelle: Yeah I have no idea about anything you just said and for sure as hell don't know how to make a damn battery.

Eugene: You don't want it?

Annabelle: For reals.

Eugene: Much oblige.

Rosita still has the picture in her hand, looking down at it every chance she can get, smiling every time she does.

Eugene: Speaking of video games, what kind of gamer were you? RPGs, shmup, sim racing?

NIGHT

Annabelle stares ahead leaning against a tree when Abraham plops down beside her.

Annabelle: Go to sleep. I got this.

Abraham: No offense but I'm not leaving Eugene's life in your hands.

Annabelle: You came with us because you wanted help, dumbass.

Abraham: You're support, not point.

She tilts her head and raises her eyebrow sending him an angry look.

Abraham: We'll move north with you till I find the right vehicle just off the tracks. Then five becomes three.

Annabelle: Or two.

Abraham: We each have our missions. Yours is to get back to your girl and this pretty hair you won't stop yapping about

Annabelle lays her head on her arms that's placed on her knees.

Abraham: You need to get some sleep, yappy. I haven't see you do it yet.

Abraham chuckles as she lifts her head up and looks straight ahead into the night.

Abraham: Pretty hair boy? You're looking for him because you're in love with him.

Annabelle snaps her head glaring at him

Abraham: And this girl, the one who's not your daughter but you're still caring for. Hell I thought you were in love with Glenn.

Annabelle: Glenn? Ew, no! He's more like my brother

Abraham: A girl in love with a guy who has no idea said girl loves him. If that was the case.....

Annabelle: What about Rosita?

Abraham: What about her?

Annabelle: She hasn't taken her eyes off Glenn's picture. She's always staring at it.