STABBING INTO THE dead squirrel, Roland gutted it as Daryl had taught him. Using his wrist to wipe away the sweat from his temple as he resumed skinning the small creature. Finding this process the only way to remove his mind from the obvious problem the group was faced with.
The decision of clearing out the barn or leaving was still up in the air. But Roland hadn't fully expressed his full opinion on it, he'd taken Shane's side fully. They were chasing a little girl who could be dead and long gone from where they were. There was no full answer given to them if they should still hold out hope, or just move on.
Roland wasn't willing to risk his little brother's life for an old man who was delusional. No way in hell was he going to allow that to happen. Even if Hershel let them into his property, Roland couldn't let that slide on by him like it's nothing important. At this point in time, Roland needed to think about his family and friends first before anything. If he believed that these people were putting them at risk, he wouldn't waste a second to stop it.
Grabbing the pelt and tossed it to the side before hanging up the insides of the squirrel. Hearing footsteps to his right, but didn't bother looking to see who it was. He was too much in his head to even hold a conversation as it is.
"Hey, Roland." Beth greeted sweetly and the boy tensed slightly before acting like he heard nothing. Sitting back down and grabbing another dead squirrel and doing as he did before. Beth appeared in his peripheral. Cautiously stepping forward with a slightly concerned expression on her face. "Roland, are you okay?"
Just her gentle tone was enough to make Roland feel like his life was brighter than it actually was. But it couldn't change how he saw things differently from that entire family. Maybe Maggie now understood since Glenn told Roland about her nearly being bitten when they went to grab Lori's items for the baby.
So, ignoring her voice, Roland continued cutting at the dead animal. Listening to how the flesh seemed to make a certain squishing noise. It wasn't pleasant by any means, but it helped with Roland not feeling like an angel was beside him.
"What's wrong?" Beth persisted and Roland clenched his jaw, stabbing the end of his knife into the log. Causing Beth to flinch from the sudden action as he turned to her. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Jimmy?" He fired back and Beth stumbled over her words. "We actually broke up. We'd been fighting for the past couple of nights." She confessed to the boy whose tough exterior broke for a moment.