plotted starter for @765daysgone Beth was tired of it all, being a leader, the building of her community - she’d never wanted this and suddenly she realized this must have been how Rick felt after the farm, after the prison. Except she hadn’t seen anyone since the hospital, she woke up in the trunk of a car - she’d have thought she was dead too but as much as her heart ached for her family, she couldn’t bring herself to trust again. Trust, led to love and love led to the kind of pain she couldn’t take anymore. Even if she knew she wouldn’t take the easy way out like she’d tried at the farm, the reminder was always there. As she trekked through the forrest, tracking the deer for what felt like hours she slowed when she saw it in the field, holding up her compound bow and hitting it just behind the ribs causing it to walk; one step, two step then fall over dead. i’m getting good at this, soon i won’t need you anymore she felt the memory tickle the edge of her mind and she forced it back, that was another world - one that for her, didn’t exist as much as she wanted it to; as much as she wished they’d had continued their conversation at the funeral home... this was it. This was her life now. A twig snap in the distance made her rush forward towards the deer to make sure no walkers tried to take her meal for the small town but held up her bow when she saw another person instead, “What do you want?” she demanded, her voice probably coming off a lot harsher than she’d meant it too - people were rare now, more rare than they’d ever been she figured but she knew she couldn’t trust just anyone.