A Broken Crossbow and Mic

Ch.3

I flipped through pages of the bible that once belonged to Hershel, Beth hadn't known I had it, and I planned to keep it that way. I rarely had went to church growing up so I never got the chance to confess my sins or anything for that matter. Only once did I go to a church. It was back in the spring time when we had lost Sophia, with Carol and Lori. They were praying, but hadn't taken notice to my presence. But now I believe I need to return this back to Beth.

I stood from my tree stump, walking through the leaves, crunching under my feet, until I found Beth. She was sitting in a lawn chair, reading a random book that was lying around.

"Beth."

"Hmm?" she hummed not even looking up at me.

"Beth I uh wanna give uh this back." I said, afraid she'd lash out on me for having something that didn't belong to me in the first place.

Have knowing Beth for two years she's lashed out on me, but it's a love hate relationship like normal hormonal teen siblings-sisters have.

"Okay," she said as I placed the book in her open palm.

She didn't as much care. Her hands waved in the arm shooing me off, I nodding leaving her to be alone.

She's always been that older role model for me, that older sibling you look up to and follow in their footsteps,  doing everything they do, but now my senses told me not to follow Beth or look up to her. She's grown cold, heartless if I may say nothing like she used to be, nothing.

"Hey!" Liam said cheerfully as I pasted him on the way back to my stump. My shoulder brushed his in a harsh push. "Dar, stop." Liam says calmly grabbing my arm.

"What's eating at you?" he asked eying me.

"Beth," I whispered. "She won't speak more than a seable to me, she's not being her normal self, she won't be that kind loving older sister type she used to be towards me."

"Oh," Liam patted my shoulder. "Don't worry about she'll speak to you again and be that loving older sister, just give it time. She going through a rough patch with Hershel being gone in all."

"Yeah." I nod sitting on the stump.

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"Dar, I can't do it." James huffed running his small hands through his curl locks.

"Try." I encouraged.

James sighed. The five year old child stuck his tongue out in a manner his trembling fingers gliding across the paper as he carefully wrote out his name.

"See, you had nothing to worry about." I laughed admiring his work.

"Hey, babe!" Niall said entering the bus, placing a delicate kiss to my cheek before pulling out a water bottle from the fridge. He took a small sip before offering it to me. I laughed shaking my head as I focused back on James.

"Niall," I sighed, Niall answered with a simple 'huh?'. "We need to be plan our next move. Daryl's 'busy.' " I said making air quotes.

I stood. "Tend to your chores, James." I said as he scurried off to help the girls.

I pulled out a Road Atlas  of Georgia, I had run across. X's marking unsafe or places we had been, question marks unsure places, and circles places we could search/check. The atlas resembling Daryl's-well technically Rick's map. 

I smacked the map down on the table in front of Niall, taking a seat in the booth.

"Here. Um here, and uh here are unsafe." I said, my thumb and forefinger hanging loosely out of my mouth as I lightly bit them, in a nervous manner.

"How about here?" Niall questioned pointing to a questionable place.

"Hmm?" I hummed looking at the atlas. "There's a good possibility?" I wavered off my hand resting on the table and my head in the palm of my hand.

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~Kitty ♧