Your group has been at the Greene farm for a few weeks now. Over the time, you've become quite acquainted with Hershel's youngest daughter, Beth, who was around your age.

She had been the first person from the Greene family to actually start up a conversation with you, her personality pretty opposite to yours.

But you liked that.

She let you watch her make whatever meals the group could muster up, talking you through each step. You had never really been great in the kitchen. And even though Hershel didn't want guns on his property, you secretly showed her how to use one (unloaded of course). Because if anything happened and everything fell apart, you at least wanted her to get out alive.

You weren't sure why it mattered so much to you, why she mattered so much to you.

You were lying in your tent, it was night by now and even the fire had burnt out. The Greene family slept in their home while your group all in tents. You shined your flashlight on the words of your book as you read when you heard someone trying to open your tent but the zipper must've been caught.

You carefully held your knife and pulled open the zipper to see Beth, you relaxed and let out a sigh.

"Didn't mean ta scare ya," she said in her soft, southern accent. "I was comin' to ask if ya wanted to stargaze."