Thread: Nightmares (randomname and Fantysma)

Two months. If someone had told Beth Greene two months ago that her mother and half brother would be locked in a barn and reanimated, with their flesh rotting from their skin and a desire to eat her and her family, she wouldn't believe it. Of course, who would? The outbreak had started out of nowhere, first with one case and then ten, twenty, a hundred. Before anyone had a chance to really think about it, cities were falling apart and more and more people were reviving after death. One day she was at school and the next she was being told that the government had been trying to hide an isolated case of post-death revival with rabies-like symptoms and mindlessness combined with necrosis of all tissues. The only way to stop them was to injure the brain. Maybe if they'd said something about it quicker, the disease could have been wiped out before it took control, but that wasn't the case. It felt like just the next day her boyfriend was telling her that his mother had been caught in chaos at the hospital. The disease had struck Georgia. She would never graduate from high school. She'd never have a wedding. She'd never have kids. She could , but she couldn't think of anything more selfish and life-risking given the way that the dead ones responded to noise. Two months. Here she was. Her father and Otis were on the fields, managing fences. The girls managed the house. Drew, Beth's boyfriend of three years and long-time friend, hunted and did runs to the nearest town, now on his own since Shawn had passed. Nothing was more worrisome to Beth, who was helping Maggie cook up dinner when she heard the sound of a truck pulling on to the farm. The sisters shared a look and Maggie gave her a nod, and within minutes Beth was running to the front door. She had the door open for Drew when he reached it, and once again she was able to feel calm. There was a lot of stress associated with him always going out on his own - she never doubted that he was capable, but that didn't change that one of these days there was the chance that he may not come home to her. Today was not that day. A smile lit up the blonde's face, a toothy grin that said more than words could ever say. They may have been young, but that meant nothing - she'd found his love and thirteen and held on to it still. Every single day was a fight for their lives, and every single day she wrapped her arms around him and prayed to a God she was starting to lose belief in that he would return again the next day. He was crucial to their makeshift family's well being - Drew and Madison as well as Patricia and Otis were just as much in this family as Beth, Maggie and Hershel were at this point. You're back. Her words came in a whisper, and if she spoke any quieter he wouldn't have been able to hear her. She helped bring things inside of the farm house and then glanced to the kitchen, where Maggie had finished getting their dinner together. Just in time , she thought, and she zipped out the door and leaned over the railing, supporting herself with her hands on the wooden beam. She called to her father and friend for food, and then turned to Drew once again. Did things go okay? She stepped towards him and her hands rested on the sides of his abdomen. Her thumbs rested just above his hip bones, and she gazed up at him. He stood over half a foot taller than her but that didn't stop her from arching on to her tip-toes to give him a light kiss.