#incuties

It had been a sudden reaction that Becca regretted instantly; pulling her gun on a stranger. It was nice to see a new face, even though they could be dangerous.

However she felt, the rifle remained pointed.

Sarah swung her legs from the chair where she sat. She patted both the arms in rhythmic tune. The young woman was stuck in a world of her own, per usual. The dead frightened her, of course, but never when she was up in the clouds.

Eyes flicking up, the woman in her mid-twenties spotted a man standing out with the grubby picket fence. She first thought it was a walker, staying quiet, but then she saw the flicking blue eyes that were full of life.

It was getting harder and harder to deal with what was going on.

Becca had stormed out the house after an argument with a pissed Clementine and a sobbing Sarah. It wasn't fair. Why should Sarah constantly bring up her family, when Becca was so unhappily missing hers?

The sobs she bit back in the house flew freely outside. She may be the second eldest in the house at twenty-three, but all Becca wanted to do was be thirteen again and curl into her big sister's warm, friendly embrace.

Clementine took a deep breath as she sneaked through the bleak town that was a few miles away from the place she was hiding with her two partners. She hated coming out alone, facing hidden dangers by herself, but she knew Sarah hated being left alone and it was too scary for her to come scavenging.

Becca sat out on the front porch of the small house, observing her surroundings. She found it stupid to be out, in the middle of nowhere, sat like trapped animals. Clementine explained to her though; it was comforting for Sarah to be somewhere that was almost like her old home.

Home. Becca sighed. Thinking of her own home painfully reminded her of Shel. No more movie nights with her friendly big sister. There was an empty ache in her heart. She would do anything to give her sister one last big hug.