The Walking Dead (Bechloe)

A Broken Home

Beca, once again, let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she watches Chloe get off the table and and takw look threw the drawers of the desk they had just moved.

The woman went over to the bloodstained mattress, hoping she'd be able to find the key to the pharmacy there. Her eyes searching the ground that was smeared with now dried blood aswell. The shorter woman's gaze then stumbled over an old frame and shattered glass. Underneath the pieces of glass she could see a family photo. Her family photo.

The longer she looked at it the more she could feel her heart sink to the ground. She couldn't take seeing her family from a time that now seemed so far away. She missed her parents and her brother and seeing them smile like they did in the photo didn't make it easier. The young woman hated herself in this very moment. Maybe if she would have been there she wouldn't be standing in front of her families grave now... and with a deep sigh the brunette tore the photo in two, letting the part with her figure on it fall to the ground.

"Find anything?" A very familiar voice asked, trying to look over her shoulder.

"It's a photo of the family who owned this place, it might help us track down the keys to the office." She just shrugged, trying to shake off the feeling that had just taken over her for a couple of minutes.

"Listen, Beca. I know who you are." Chloe simply said, looking the shorter woman right in the eyes.

"You're Beca Mitchell, a music producer at Residual Heat who killed a Senator for sleeping with your husband. This is your parents store, right?" The redhead cocked her head to the side. "I payed attention to that trail. It was literally all over the news and social media, kind of hard to dodge..." the other woman continues to explain, leaving Beca a little stunned. "Maybe you're a murderer. But I don't really care. Frankly that's a skill that might come in handy."

"Hmmpf." The younger woman let out, shaking her head a little as she didn't really know how to react.

"Did you tell anyone out there who you were or that you were tied to this place?" The ginger then asks, her arms now crossed in front of her chest.

"What's it to you?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest as well.

"To ME? I'm not the one with a felony record." Chloe snapped, clearly not pleased with her response. After a few seconds her expression softened again.

"Look, Beca. You seem like an okay girl, and the last thing we need is drama out there... don't make me wrong on this." The redhead then said, the tone of her voice almost sounding vulnerable to Beca.

"I don't plan to."

"Good. Because if this lasts longer than a few days and you're a detriment to the group, then we'd have a problem."

"I hear you..." the brunette says, letting her arms drop to the sides of her body again, giving the taller woman a reassuring nod.

"I'll just keep it to myself."

"Thanks... it's just a little more complicated than what the media let's you know. Sometimes things happen or... you do things and you can't really explain them. Let's just head back to the others..." She then let out, her voice just above a whisper.

"Don't worry about it." Chloe answers and opens the door for Beca to walk back into the drugstore.

Just as the two women had walked out of the office Chloe's walkie talkie goes off, it's Glenn.

"Hey there, this is Glenn." The man on the other side of the line starts. "And uh, I'm kinda in a jam here. Ginger head, if you're there can you put your girl on the phone? Or on the talkie, or whatever?"