The Walking Dead (Bechloe)

Family

The petite woman continues to check the shelves for useful items but only manages to find a energy bar. She then heads over to Kommissar who's still kneeling beside her father, holding his hand.

"How's he doing?"

"I'm not sure I got your name." The german woman says, almost cutting Beca off.

"It's Beca."

"Kommisar, my dad's Larry."

Beca's eyes drift down to her Father, who's leant up against a shelf of the drug store.

The blond woman then gets up from the floor.

"I was just doing what I had to earlier." She says almost sounding sorry.

"Everyone was."

"Now his hearts acting up again and I'm powerless to do anything. And that violence before; with my dad -- that didn't help."

Beca bites her lower lip as she starts to feel a little guilty.

"Uh... what's wrong with him?" She then croaks out, trying not to make it any more awkward.

"He's got a heart condition. He takes nitroglycerin tablets pretty regularly, I've seen a few bad attacks that he couldn't get over and needed to go to the hospital."

"Yeah, that's not really an option right now." The brunette says sarcastically.

"I'm just trying to keep him relaxed."

"Well he's got a temper."

"Ah, fuck you!" Larry snaps from the floor, lifting his head a little to look at Beca angrily.

"Yeah... he doesn't mean it." Kommisar quickly says shooting her father a glare.

"It's just that-" Beca says softly, not wanting to make the mans condition any worse.

"Yeah?"

"We've got kids here, families-" She says, her voice just above a whisper.

"He and I are a family." Kommisar cuts her off.

"Hey, I'm just saying some people can't handle a temper like that. Hell, it barely seems like you can."

"It's just his way. Don't make him the reason everything is screwed." She snaps but her eyes quickly drift away from Beca, causing Beca to look over her shoulder, to see Kommisar looking at the beautiful redhead.

"You said your family's from here... where's her family?" Kommisar then asks, her voice sounding somewhat friendly for the very first time.

"They're in Savannah." Beca sighs, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh, you guys aren't together?"

Beca's eyes widen, as her gaze is still glued to Chloe. She then turns her head back to look at the German woman, her cheeks blushing a little.

"Oh, no, we're not- I'm not her girlfriend." She laughs awkwardly. "I found her in a house when getting out of Atlanta. She'd been surviving by herself." She then leans in and lowers her voice. "I think her parents didn't make it." Beca whispers with a frown on her face.

"Oh..." is all Kommisar comments.

"I heard an answering message, they were in Savannah, she was in Atlanta with her best friend. It wasn't good..."

"Well, she's lucky to have you."

Beca nods, a soft smile on her face that quickly fades as she looks up at the taller womans face again.