starter for @nebraskaseemsnice beth had been walking for so long when she exited the small run down convenient store she opened the stale chocolate bar and took bite scrunching her nose at the flavor. she’d had better but the times were hard when all she could find were small bits of food here and there, hunting wasn’t her strong suit but she’d gotten better at it over the many weeks of being on her.a long sigh escaped her as she finished off the last of her water, “river,” she murmured to herself, a flowing body of water would be a good source for her to fill up - she probably drank more than enough, in the distance she could hear a car and scurried across the road and into the treeline. cars mean people. people meant trouble - she’d had enough of that to last a life time. she remembered the farm, and the prison, and the the funeral home with daryl. people got you hurt, be it emotionally or physically. every time she grew close to someone they died, a part of her didn’t know if she could do it again.