the gods forbid [the walking dead]

1.15

"Do you need any water, or food?" the young woman asked.

Otis nodded, assuming that she was asking him, yet she had been asking Opal. "yes please Maggie," he told, a smile on his face.

Maggie nodded, "I'm going to assume that Opal will want some to," she said, watching as Opal looked up, meeting Maggie's gaze.

She nodded, to scared to talk. She knew that if she started to speak, she'd have a breakdown and not be able to get back up from it.

Otis hesitantly put his hand on opal's arm, directing her into the large house.

When they entered the home, Opal was surprised on how nice it was kept up. In a world like the one everyone was living in, the last thing you would expect was a nice, kept up house.

SItting in the living room were two women. One headed straight to Otis, instantly wrapping her arms around his large frame.

The other girl was a lot younger. Probably a couple years younger than OPal. SHe stood behind Hershel, probably another one of his daughters.

"Who's this?" the older, blonde woman questioned, her hand intertwined with Otis's.

"Her name's Opal. Otis found 'er in the woods," Maggie explained, thankfully leaving out the part about Sophia.

"Well, welcome darling," she greeted, "I'm Patricia."

OPal nodded, quickly clearing her throat and mentally preparing herself to speak, "Nice to meet you," her voice was rough, like gravel.

Patricia smiled again, "are ya thirsty at all?" she politely asked.

OPal nodded, "yes."

Hershel decided to speak, "Bethy, why don't you get us all some water."

Opal assumed that Bethy was a nickname for the teenager. Beth was probably her actual name.

"Okay Daddy," Beth said, leaving the room. SHe had a thick country accent. Possibly thicker than Daryl's.

"Let's sit down," Patricia suggested, guiding herself to the assortment of comfortable chairs and a single couch.

Opal sat on a floral chair. It was quite comfortable and she almost melted into it as she laid back.

"So," Maggie started, "Do you have another group?"

Opal nodded, "yes. They're probably in the woods looking for me now." She looked to her hands, feeling guilty for leaving where Rick told them to stay.

"How'd you get separated?" Patricia asked as Beth hadnded everyone a glass of clear water.

"So uh, my group and I were on the highway, and a big group of walkers was passing through. Yet, a little girl, SOphia, had gotten out from under the cars too early and I and, another group member chased after her," Opal then explained the whole situation that had happened earlier. Including Sophia's death, where tears had left her eyes.

After the story, Patricia spoke, "oh honey, I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

Opal shrugged, words not able to describe how she was feeling.

"Otis! Maybe you can go looking for her group," The older woman suggested.

"Maybe you can get us some deer, too." Maggie said, her voice filled with glee.

Otis nodded, "Sure I'll head out now."

"Uh, ask for Rick, Shane or Daryl. And, please, don't tell them about SOphia yet," Opal requested.

Otis nodded, "Alright, I'll see you later," he said, giving Patricia a quick hug and kiss.

The man exited the house, hopefully he'd be back later with Opal's group.

"Sweetie, do you need anything else?" Patricia asked.

Opal shook her head, taking a sip of water, "No, thank you."

Patricia nodded and sat back down. The room was silent for a while, it was an uncomfortable silence and Opal felt very awkward, yet the others in the room believed that it was comfortable and nice.

Opal found herself looking at her shaking hands, there was a thin layer of blood dried on them.

"Opal, are you okay?"

Opal's head shot up, looking straight to Maggie, who had spoke. "What do you mean?" 

"You're shaking really bad, are you sure you don't need anything more?" She asked, concern plastered on her face.

Opal forcefully stopped her shaking, trying her hardest, yet, she was still shaking a barely noticeable amount. "I'm fine. I'm just scared to tell the group," her voice was as shaky as her hands.

Maggie nodded, not fully believing the girl.

"I'm gonna go fold the rest of my clothes," Beth announced, standing up out of her light blue chair.

Hershel nodded, "i'm gonna go finish the dishes."

Before Opal knew it, her and Maggier were the only ones left int eh rooom. Patricia had gone to feed the animals.

"Do you want to clean up at all? You've got some blood on you," Maggie offered.

Opal heavily nodded, she needed to get way from the awkward silence that was bound to happen once again.

"Here, I'll direct you to the bathroom," she told, standing up from the couch and Opal quicly behind ehr, "you can use as much water as you want," she added.

Opal lnodded, slight confusion noticable on her face, "thank you," She muttered as Maggie left.

 Opal entered the bright bathroom. She stared into the mirror, her eyes focused on the the blood that had dried on her neck. She looked disgusting. Her hair was a mess, tangled from the hundreds of times she had ran a shaky hand through it.

Her face was blotchy and red, a pimple placed on the upper right part of her left cheek.

OPal's eyes wandered to the light pink wash cloth that sat nicely folded on the counter.

She grabbed it and turned on the faucet, clean water instantly pouring out. It quickly soaked the washcloth.

OPal scrubbed the blood that was on her neck away first. 

hi sprry no i wasn't dead yet i wish i was