beth greene indie rp

you saying you handcuffed my brother to the roof and you left him there?!

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Barn doors had been busted open. Smashed, bits and pieces of broken wood upon an ancestral land, scattered around fallen corpses and lost loved ones. Walkers were no more a reason for worry. A threat eliminated forever, Shane had done and finished just what was promised. Blinded by a sense of hope had Hershel and his whole family been. Glimmers of light that gave them peace; a false happiness that only would've led to more heartache. Unsafe were the monsters that they kept within their red barn. Mindless creatures that could hold no love - not as was once did - memories just as faded away. Walkers weren't alive. Dead, rotted from the inside, an enemy that Shane would no longer stand to live near. Wouldn't indulge the fantasy further, there were people that he cared for that he needed to protect. Family and friends; those bonded to him for all eternity in the trauma of their new world. He would do whatever it took to keep them safe.

Handgun emptied of ammo, every bullet spent, Hershel banished Shane from the house and every corner of the farm. What was so clearly seen by naked eye, the trees and all the flowers that bloomed around the outer boarder. But still did Shane wander around. Lingered with his thoughts and feelings, replayed the actions of his person over and over until the memory seemed almost imaginary. So much death and destruction caused by he - pain but for a cause that was believed to be right - the judge and the executioner all within one singular breath. On the breeze could he smell the fruits of his frustrations. Rancid, able to turn the stomach and make it queasy, the decay of both trust and Walkers alike. But underneath the sound of his own footsteps, Shane could hear another's. Delicate, much more than his, shoe far from a dirty boot, the walk of a woman.

"No. I don't 'need help.' I don't need your help, and I sure as hell don't have a need to see you right now, Beth." Shane spat, frown on his lips and his eyes a darkened storm, an apology like a ghost upon the words unsaid.

Never had he meant to hurt anyone. Never Beth nor Carol, none from the group that had been part of his own and not. But even so, hurt had been just what Shane gave them. Good intentions a mere speck of dust on the tip of his shoe.

Palm run over his scalp, rubbed into the back of his neck, Shane tried to shake the nerves, the guilt and the anger. "What? You come over here to finish what your dad started? Look, Beth, I was just tryin' to keep everybody safe. Those Walkers in the barn? If they had gotten out, if somethin' bad had happened... I had to. You can't live in Fantasyland anymore, Beth. You're gonna end up gettin' yourself and everybody around you killed. Don't be like your dad. Just don't."

Beth felt betrayed by her father, no matter how well-intentioned he had been. The thought that they kept her momma alive as a walker in the barn horrified her now. She watched her mom's rotten body drop. She barely made it through that week, after realizing her mother was very much gone, she wanted to die. She almost tried.

Rick Grime's and his group from Atlanta had been telling the Greenes, teaching the farmers how to shoot and defend themselves. The CDC blew up. The world was different now. The walkers couldn't be saved. They were dangerous. They were dangerous and her father had collected so many in the barn, they would've overrun the farm and killed them all if they got out.

When Shane snarked at Beth, she sighed, shaking her head. She went out to the end of her property with a basket of supplies. Clean clothes, some fresh food and water, extra blanket, and a tarp just in case. It was a hastily made idea to check on him.

"Don't be like your dad. just don't."

She held it out to him after he finished.

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At that disgusting hospital, things seemed to have been solved finally. The exchanges had been made, Carol and Beth were there, back with the group, and now, the corrupted officer was demanding Noah. Absurd. He tried to discuss but the boy offered himself so the conflict would end. Beth was clearly revolted. He felt the tension increase in the group. He felt something, something was about to go real bad... Rick kept staring Beth, his eyes begging her to not do anything- to just let it be. Maybe they could retreat for now, put Carol somewhere safe, maybe plan a surprise attack against the hospital later to recover Noah.... His eyes were fixed on her, and then, she finally noticed him. Slowly he shook his head, hoping she would just retreat for now. He is family. He is family, we will save him. Trust me. It's what his eyes were trying to say.