There had been many big trees but Maggie had rejected all of them. None of them were big enough, or would have enough flowers come spring. Maggie had seemed to forget that she had Beth's diary until Carl had suggested they bury that and so she now spent a lot of time reading it. Glenn was upset and feeling a little selfish. He missed Beth and was sad that she was dead but was a little angry at how Maggie was refusing company in her grief.
The group was chatting all together, eating the food that they had managed to scavenge in a camper they'd come across a couple days ago. Maggie and Daryl were both eating; Daryl mostly picking at his food but at least getting it down and Maggie almost feverishly. She spoke feverishly as well, the new task seeming to have intoxicated her. She was in the middle of raving to Tara about something when she stood up quickly, her bowl of food tumbling to the ground.
"Beth!" She screeched, her eyes fixated on a spot past the trees. Daryl jumped up, following her line of vision.
"Beth!" Maggie took off running. Daryl stood, dumbstruck and deflated. Glenn followed Maggie instantly, with Tara and Sasha on his heels.
Maggie crashed through the branches, getting cuts and scrapes all over her body. As she ran, she screamed Beth's name.
Back at the makeshift camp, everyone else was hastily packing up. Maggie's screams and careless running would probably attract walkers and they didn't want to be there when that happened.
Daryl stood still, shaking. Maggie had been so sure that Beth was in the clearing but he hadn't seen her.
"She's dead." He said to himself as Maggie's screams were heard again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head quickly, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head.
Glenn, Tara and Sasha were sprinting after Maggie as fast as they could. The desperation in her voice made Glenn flinch. Maggie started slowing down, running confused. Glenn caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was softly muttering "Beth" over and over again. When her eyes meet Glenn's, his heart broke. She was in another world and that world was causing her pain.
"Where's Bethy?" She whispered, bunching up his t-shirt with her hands.
"Beth?" She turned around, confusion and despair written all over her face. Sasha and Tara caught up as Maggie dropped to her knees.
"She was right there!" She insisted, pointing in front of her. "Where is she?" Her voice cracked.
Glenn crouched down in front of her and gathered her up into a hug. A sob ripped from her throat and she pushed him away. Leaning forward on her knees, she screamed a bloodcurdling scream.
With her nose wrinkled, Beth watched the snake cook over the fire. Morgan sat on the other side of the fire sharpening sticks. She decided there was no point to put herself off of the food and turned her attention to the vest that she had woken up wearing. It was soft black leather, it felt very worn, with angel wings on the back. It didn't seem like something she would wear but she was and she was happy for it. It made her feel safe and it was surprisingly warm. Beth often wondered if it belonged to one of the people on her cross.
She pulled it out of her bag and looked over the names again. Whenever she did this, she felt especially drawn to certain names. She would try willing herself into remembering but just ended up frustrated. Memories would come to her, fuzzy and faceless. She wanted the faces to her memories.
"How far away are they?" She asked, not looking up from the cross. Morgan let out a deep sigh but did not answer her. The question had been asked many times and the answer had never changed; he didn't know. Beth was growing frustrated, she wanted to be reunited with the people on her cross.
"Why do you wanna meet up with Rick Grimes anyway?" She pressed, glaring at him a little.
"He is the only friend that I have left in this world." Morgan replied after a moment of silence. "In the world we live in now, you need to hold on to the ones who care and who you care about."
"What if he doesn't remember you? Or he hates you for some reason?" Beth continued, playing with the cross in her hand. "What if they hate me, or don't even miss me?"
"He may well hate me. Last time I saw him, I tried to kill him." Beth's gaze snapped quickly back to his.
"What?" She hissed. "Are you telling me that my group might hate you?" Morgan waved his hands around.
"Calm down. I don't think Rick will hate me. He had a chance to kill me but he didn't. He understood the darkness I was in. Your group will be happy to see you. They thought you were dead but still prettied you up." He gestured at her clothing and the bandage wrapped around her head. "Things like proper burials tend to not happen anymore but they were giving you one."
Beth chewed her bottom lip and retreated into her own mind.
The next day, while they were packing up the camp, Beth swore that she could hear her name being called from a while away. She looked to Morgan to ask him if he could hear it and stopped when she noticed that he was looking up curiously.
"You can hear it too?" Beth whispered. He looked at her, making eye contact, and nodded slowly.
"There are probably many Beth's in the world." He spoke cautiously. Beth nodded quickly.
"Right, but I think we should follow it." Morgan nodded in agreement and, once they finished packing, they moved towards the noise.
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