6 Months Later
" I walked by colorful side walks
Children with buckets of pastel chalk-"
" Singing again are we Bethy?" Sam looks at me.
" Shut up." I look down at the green arrow in my hand. So close...I'll find my family soon. I'll find Daryl. A warm hand rests on cheek.
" We'll find them Beth. I'll make sure you get to Daryl." Sam was the one who found me in the casket. We both figured out pretty quickly that everyone thought I was dead. I told Sam stories about Rick and everyone. We've been surviving together and I've been tracking down the group for at least 3 months. The first three months I was crazy, I never slept I just kept crying and worrying. Then I found Carols knife and I knew I could find them. Now here I am, always changing, wearing Daryl's vest, blue jeans with combat boots, and a tight gray long sleeve. Blood all over me, with my new crossbow knife and gun. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Beth Greene with a crossbow.
" Yeah, we're getting close, I found a baby diaper and a dead fire a couple miles back. If we're lucky there set up a camp." I smile brightly. My family...
" And they'll let me in...right?" Sam's brown eyes bore holes into my blue ones.
" Rick's a good man." Rick, Carl, Judith. Oh baby Judith.
" Not everyone is as pure as you think they are." Sam looks at me seriously. I jut out my hip.
" Your taking your chances with me aren't you?"
" Fair point. Sing again Beth. Sing that one that reminds me of how it used to be." I nod and kiss his cheek. Sam was 8 when he lost his parents. He's 11 now and I'm 19. Damn...3 years in hell.
" I walked by colorful sidewalk.
Children with buckets of pastel chalk.
And I thought of you, my love.
I thought of you.
So I walked until the sun went down.
I thought that no one else was around.
Until I saw you, my love.
Until I saw you.
My black, white life turns to color.
But baby, I'm with another.
When you pull out your suitcase of finger paints.
My cheeks burn red from your kisses.
My blue heart shivers and misses.
Your brushstrokes, a masterpiece made in the rain.
Made to was away.
You build castles in the clouds, when the sky was clear and blue.
No one else sees cloud castles 'cept for me and you.
And the grayness tuns to glitter, with a laugh and a wink.
All the buildings are outlined in orange, and gold and pink.
My black, white life turns to color,
But baby I'm with another.
So put away your suitcase of finger paints.
My cheeks burn red from your kisses my blue heart shivers and misses.
Your brushstrokes, a masterpiece made in the rain.
Made to wash away"