You had always been pretty reckless and impulsive, it was stupid honestly. So much so that you ended hurt.

During a supply run, a person had come by the abandoned store you were already raiding. Instead of staying in your practical hiding spot, you went out to confront the person. Now your face was bloody and bruising from the physical altercation.

The guy was dead now so it didn't matter much to you. Plus, Shane already chewed you out when you came back to the farm looking like you were used as a punching bag, so you weren't in the mood for hearing anything from anyone else.

You sat against the headboard of one of the bed in the Greene house, trying to stop the bleeding from your nose as you waited patiently for the old veterinarian to come through the door and patch you up.

Once the door opened you looked over to see his youngest daughter, Beth. You cocked an eyebrow, confused why she was here instead of Hershel or even Maggie.

"Hi," She greeted with a shy smile, "daddy said that- um, I could clean up your cuts."