Took about two weeks, but yay, I finally have this new chapter up :) I am going to try to stick to updating this about every two weeks, get on SOME sort of schedule, you know?

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Song for this chapter is Four Winds, specifically the cover by The Killers! Enjoy!

June 18th, 2018

They made their way back through the forest, towards Riverdale. Neither wanted to enter back into Riverdale, which meant they'd have to go around it, but both were okay with this.

"I don't even want to look at it," Sweet Pea had sighed, eyes averted from even the direction of their hometown. Betty understood. If she recalled how the town was only a couple weeks after the end of the world, she shuddered to think of how it would look now. Stopping in towns and seeing other small towns decimated and abandoned was hard, because every place would feel like Riverdale, but to go around and just reiterate that their childhood haunts, as well as their childhood innocence, had been destroyed...well, Betty couldn't phantom.

She even considered if it would be worth it to see if anyone else had turned back up, but short of a 100% assurance of someone's livelihood in that town, there was no way they were going to go.

It was on the way out of town that made Betty wish they'd just gone through town instead of taking the long way around. On one of the roads they were traveling on, one on the outskirts that was near Greendale and the river, they came across a pile of cars blocking the road.

Doors were thrown open and left saluting the pavement, luggage was strewn around the ground as though people had pilfered it or someone was looking in a hurry, a couple pieces of car bumpers or other metal around where one car had crashed into another. And, it looked the site of a murder, which it just very well might have been.

The pavement around the cluster of cars was brown with dried blood and bits of walker guts still was on the ground, sticky and crusty. There were two walkers lumbering around, and when their van stopped and realized they were going to have to move the cars to get through, they came up and started bumping into the side like roombas against a wall.

"I'll get this," Sweet Pea gave a dramatic sigh, reaching under his seat for his bat. Betty, though, rolled down a window just enough to reach a hand out and stabbed her walker in the brain. She offered the knife to Sweet Pea, who muttered but accepted it would be an easier kill. They stayed in the car to decide which cars they would move where first, and talked about if it was worth the time and effort to search these cars that might have nothing of value or if they should just get back on the road. Betty didn't want to turn down the opportunity to get supplies, but she was doubtful it would be worth their time to be out in the open, digging through cars. Sweet Pea thought that there might be some good shit that had been passed over, stuff that maybe weren't in stores. They bickered about it for a good ten minutes.

"Let's just move the cars and then we'll see how long it takes," Betty finally said, frustrated and growing very sweaty in the car already. The weather was starting to warm up, and it would only get warmer. It made the stench of the walkers that had been left out, as well as the ones they just killed, pretty gag-worthy.

Then, they rolled up their sleeves and began by pushing the first car off the side of the road. They just sort of needed to get them into the side ditch and gravity would do the rest of the work from there. After the first car, Sweet Pea dug around underneath the seats and came back up with a bag of weed, triumphant.

"People keep the best shit at their feet." Sweet Pea said.

"Yeah, okay, so there's that. We shouldn't be getting high until we're safe, and you could search all of these cars and not find anything else worth the time," Betty rolled her eyes.

"I bet you've never even done it," Sweet Pea said. When Betty raised a questioning eyebrow, he made a motion of smoking a joint.

"No," Betty felt her cheeks redden, "I haven't! I didn't want to, you know, ruin my chances into a good school."

"Seems so silly now," Sweet Pea snorted, "You could have been getting drunk and high and thrown in county jail every weekend and that might have been a better use of your time than memorizing french or shit." He waved a hand, "No matter, when we are safe, I'm gunna see what Betty Cooper looks like high."

"Il faudra me passer sur le corps," Betty shot back, hands on her hips. For a second, Sweet Pea just squinted at her and she felt a momentary flash of pride, until he laughed.

"Ca peut se faire," Sweet Pea replied back with a haughty smile, pointing at a dead walker, albeit in slightly broken and stumbling French, but French all the same. When Betty stood with her jaw hanging, Sweet Pea gave a delivish lick of his lips and a shrug, "I managed to get drunk, high, and learn French all at the same time. A little bit of German too. I like languages." He said, shrugging.

"But...but you weren't in French classes at Riverdale High," Betty said, frowning.

"Duolingo," Sweet Pea said, "Now, c'mon, weren't you the one saying no dallying about in the open?" He was jogging up the incline back to the cars. When Betty cleared her shock and arrived back up, he was coming back to a white Buick halfway smashed against a tree.

"I thought we were moving that one next?" Betty pointed to the mom van on the other side of the road.

"I, ahh," Sweet Pea said, head low, "We're already over here, let's just get this one."

"God, you're a terrible liar." Betty narrowed her eyes, walking past him with a snort. As soon as Sweet Pea grabbed her arm to stop her, Betty knew she had to go over there. She yanked her arm out and came around the car.

She stiffened when she saw what was behind the car.

"That's...that's Jughead's, isn't it?" Betty asked, but in reality, she didn't need to question. SHe'd been on the back of that enough times to know it personally.

"Mh-hmm," Sweet Pea agreed, standing behind her, forehead crinkled. He was staring at her intently, and she figured he knew why...he was waiting for her to break.

The bike itself was totaled, completely un-ridable. Bits of it were all over the road at least ten feet up. Betty bit the isnider of her cheeks and just swallowed hard.

"Well obviously, we need to move this too before we can keep going," Betty said, starting to use her legs to shove it to the side. Sweet Pea watched her for a moment more, "I mean, he could be fine still. He could be on the back of FP's ride, or they got a car, or-,"

"Yeah, no, you're right," Sweet Pea agreed, "No reason to think anything else." He said. Betty heaved out a sigh, just wanting to clear his bike as quick as possible. Sweet Pea began collecting metal bits in his arms to throw into the trees while Betty shoved the bike to the side. She checked in the bins on it, but found nothing. A part of her was hoping for one of his shirts or flannels or anything of his, but it was completely empty. That was a good thing, right? It meant that someone had to take things from it?

But there was a lot of blood around the bike. Far too much to settle Betty's nerves. It was also coming from the area that the bike had crashed around. Of course, she wasn't a doctor, so Betty couldn't say-especially from dried blood- what was too much to lose. And even then, they could have taken him to a clinic and stopped it themselves. FP seemed like the sort who would know random medical stuff. She tried to ignore the walker guts in the area too, and she liked to think that this was one that Jughead had killed.

She spied a part of the bike, a handlebar, under the van and got on her hands and knees to get it. As she pulled it out, it brought something soft with it.

"Hey, that first aid kit still in the front of the van? A piece of that metal just sliced my hand open like you wouldn't believe," Sweet Pea said, coming back toward her with a fist clenched tight, speaking through his teeth, "Betty?"

Betty sat on her haunches, staring at the gray crown hat in her lap, along with a scrap of a well-worn flannel. Both were ripped and covered in blood. She stuttered a couple half-baked, near words.

"Oh, damn," Sweet Pea shifted nervously on his feet before crouching down. His fist was dripping blood onto the pavement, "I mean, like his bike, that's not definitive proof-,"

"He's dead," Betty broke in, the articulation seeming to bounce through the empty roads. She pulled in a shaking breath, "He's dead, he's dead and I know it."

"I-," Sweet Pea shook his head.

"No, no, no…" Betty began to murur, cycling through grief and agony, curling up on the ground, pulling the hat close. Her fingers kneaded into it and her cheek pressed onto the gritty ground. The hope that she'd felt through everything, the hope that burned defiantly in her heart, was gone.

"It's just a hat. If it came down to life or a hat, well, it's obvious what-," Sweet Pea was still trying to tell her.

"It's not 'just' a hat," Betty whispered in such a small voice that she didn't think Sweet Pea heard it, "And his flannel is here too. I don't...he isn't...Sweet Pea, I just know it. I do, I do." She said, gasping out and feeling like someone was shoving her underwater and not letting her up. Sweet Pea looked just as solemn as Betty felt. Maybe, despite his words, he knew it too.

Sweet Pea wrapped his hand with a shirt, leaving her there to mourn. He moved all of the cars by himself, never asking Betty to move. Betty just lay there, inhaling the scent of Jughead that still lingered.

If Toni had seen him get bitten and that hadn't done him in, this did. She didn't know what happened, and despite not wanting to know, her mind couldn't stop shoving scenarios into her mind. He was bitten and didn't know that it killed you so he got out of town before he'd started to get the fever and they'd taken his body away. They'd been attacked by walkers and Jughead, knowing he was already bit, had stayed behind and had been eaten. He hadn't been bit, but had still perished, the walkers had overwhelmed him and they hadn't been able to save him.

It didn't matter, did it, though?

After the road was clear, Sweet Pea got low on the ground next to her.

"What are you doing?" She croaked, her voice rough.

"Paying respects with you, on the ground," Sweet Pea replied. Betty didn't have an answer to that. After a moment of silence, he looked her in the eye.

"We have to go, Betty. I know it's tempting to want to stay here-,"

"Stay here?" Betty frowned, jolting up, "I'm not stupid. I want to survive." Jughead would want her to survive, she knew. Her words weren't inspiring much belief, she realized, since she'd said it completely monotone.

"Oh, ah, great." Sweet Pea offered her a hand. She took it and he helped her up. Sweet Pea went to the van, checking the status of his hand. Betty paused with Jughead's hat in her fingers. In a moment of, well, Betty didn't know what, she chucked it as hard as she could into the forest. Betty knew it was stupid to be angry of the dead, but she sort of still felt like she was right now. Or she didn't want the reminder. Or she shouldn't hang onto it. She didn't know, but she felt a little lighter when she got rid of it.

Sweet Pea was motioning to the passenger door, "C'mon, you're not in a state to drive." Betty did not disagree. She curled up into the seat, staring forward blankly. Sweet Pea looked back.

"I saw some pallets of water in a car. I'm going to go grab them," When Betty didn't respond at all, he blew air out through his nose, "Okay, yep. Good. You stay there?"

Betty hardly registered his return, or when he started driving for that matter. She didn't register anything at all, since her mind was currently disassociating to a world where Jughead wasn't eaten by walkers and they were still students and life was grand. She was so out of it that it was hours before she came back, and the thing that did bring her back was Sweet Pea nearly crashing their car. Once he swerved to avoid a deer, and paused, Betty unbuckled her seatbelt. The seat belt she didn't remember buckling. Had Sweet Pea done it? Christ, they'd been driving four hours already and it had felt like just a second, just a blink.

"Switch seats," Betty said firmly.

"No, no, if you need to stare out into the road longer, I can-,"

"Apparently not," Betty almost smiled, "Because if I do that, you're going to kill us. No time for luxuries like mourning in the apocalypse, right?"

"Betty, I don't think you're all there yet." Sweet Pea said frankly.

"I am, really." Betty blinked at him once, "Look, Jughead is dead. The more I say it, the sooner I really believe it. Am I sad? Of course, I," She drug her teeth over her lips, "Point being, I'm pretty devastated. I'm going to be not alright for awhile. Still, I can't be like this...forever. It seems impossible, but we all have to do the impossible with the way the world is. I need to get on with my life, I need to be able to focus. I'm sure later I'll cry, like when we stop, but I seriously think it's going to be worse if I just curl up into my own, dark, dark thoughts." She pointed out, "If I'm driving, I can't do that."

"He still could be…" Sweet Pea didn't even finish his sentence, "Fine, if you're sure."

"I am." Betty said, balling up her emotions and shoving them deep, deep down, "So, where the hell are we?"

June 21th, 2018

Betty looked between the two signs. She had the car paused, and her eyes flickered at the diverging road ways.

"Left for Arizona," Sweet Pea said absently, attempting to rangle a old-style map back into a neat square, "Earth to Betty?"

"I…" She frowned, shaking her head. They'd been on the road for four more days after she'd made a fool of herself and soaked through Sweet Pea's shirt, three more days after they'd found Jughead's hat. After she made peace that Jughead was gone, really truly gone. It still hurt to think about it, but Betty had time to think as she drove, and she worked through it all to...a form of acceptance. An acceptance that things had changed, if they hadn't changed before, and she couldn't continue on hoping life would just go back to normal one day. Even if the world righted itself, Jughead would still be dead. She also thought alot about it and yeah, Betty wanted to live. That meant navigating a life without Jughead, working toward that, whatever it meant.

Sweet Pea didn't think that Jughead was six feet under, but she just sort of felt it. When Jughead had been nearly killed at the end of the school year, Betty had known he was alive. She'd felt that he could die, and she also knew when he woke up. It was strange, but maybe when you love someone like that, it happens. Sweet Pea pointed out that FP still probably went to Arizona and he might have some other Serpents with him. It had come when Betty was driving, after he narrowly missed that damn deer. And, despite not wanting to talk about Jughead at all- and shutting Sweet Pea down whenever he asked- it was a solid point.

However, since that night, she'd done a lot of thinking.

About Jughead, specifically.

She at first had thought about how she wished she'd gone with him to see Archie at the prison, and how she could have been with him now, or, maybe she could have saved him. Maybe her being there would have been a butterfly effect and he woudn't have gotten bit or the bike wouldn't have been totaled at all. She wished that he was her traveling companion.

But it wasn't that, he wasn't with her. She was with Sweet Pea, and upon more thinking, she wondered what he would have done by himself? She didn't want to think about that, that he might be dead now.

After she forced herself to stop daydreaming scenarios that didn't happen, she forced herself to think about their travels. If they were just chasing a ghost, or if it was worth it to find FP. Toni hadn't even been sure that's where they went. It was a good guess, but so many things could have gone wrong between here and there. They might never make it down to Arizona, all because she was so determined to find someone who, in comparison, hadn't been in her life very long, or at this point, find his father.

If she was finding people based on length and even on importance, her mother and sister should be the top of her list, and then Archie (due to how long they'd been friends) and then Jughead and Co, at forth place, as much as she hated to admit it. She promised herself she was never going to be one of those weepy girls that thought her high school boyfriend was the end of it all, and that being without him wasn't worth living.

She liked to imagine years down the road, after high school and college, they would have gotten married. She had a feeling if this ending hadn't come, they absolutely would have.

But a different chapter had started.

She'd come to a conclusion almost firmly in her mind...she just wondered if Jughead would forgive her? If she could forgive herself?

"Betty?" Sweet Pea asked cautiously, "Whatcha thinking? Where's your head?"

"Maybe we shouldn't." Betty whispered.

"Go to Arizona?" Sweet Pea echoed.

Betty only shook her head.

"Well...it's up to you."

"No," Betty sighed, "Please, make a choice. I feel like it's all on me." She admitted, letting go of the wheel and putting it in park. She figured they'd be here awhile.

"Well, do you want to find Jughead?"

"He's gone, Sweets."

"Fine," Sweet Pea threw out, clearly not wanting to argue this particular subject right now, "Do you still want to find FP?"

"Sorta?" Betty wasn't entirely sure on that either.

"Then, to Arizona," Sweet Pea answered simply.

"But...but what if he isn't even there? What if we get there and he's not there? Do we keep chasing him? Would we even have a place to chase him? The USA is huge, Sweets."

"Well, if Jughead is alive, do you think he's looking for you?"

"I think he would. But, he's always loved Jellybean. So, I wouldn't get angry if he choose to see her first. She's only in middle school. She must be terrified." Betty said, "And as much as I want to know what happened, and as much as I like FP...I don't think I can go there, I'm not sure, but yeah. Not because it would hurt, but okay, we meet up with FP, and then what?"

"Will you sit there looking all sad for the rest of your life if we don't?" Sweet Pea asked and Betty kicked his shin, "Ow! I mean, seriously, though. You're usually so emotional when it comes to him, Jughead, I mean...you did a strip tease at a bar for chistsakes."

"Logic Betty has taken over, Logic Betty saw the signs," Betty nibbled at her nails, "I don't know, Sweet Pea. Is it selfish of me to stop looking after just a month? For FP, my mom, Polly, Archie..?"

"It's impressive, to be honest, we looked that long." Sweet Pea said, "Look, Betty. If we had any concrete lead, you'd be a jerk, yeah. But we don't. We have nothing. They could be in Canada for all we know. We don't. Do you think one day this will all be over?"

Betty gave a slow nod.

"Then, cool, we'll find out then. But, let's be smart. Make it to the day it ends, huh?" Sweet Pea said, "Arizona and further down we go is more populated. North is safer. We can always turn back around if you choose something else. But Betty, I don't mean to sound like an ass-,"

"You usually are," Betty rolled her eyes.

"Okay, I am. Your fam and Archie would want you making smart choices. Buuuuuut, speaking of Jughead…." He drew out his words, "He was just a boy you dated in highschool when you were sixteen. He wasn't you fiancee or husband and you hadn't even been together a year. You don't owe him more than you've already given, not to his father either. You don't have to follow him, or his ghost, what you believe. You're the sort of person that believes in fate and all that bulshitt stuff. What's the phrase? Something like if it's meant to happen, it will? You like fate and soulmates and stuff, don't you? If he's alive, which, he still could be- ah, nope, not a word- then you will find him again."

She looked up, meeting Sweet Pea's warm eyes. She knew that he was only trying to tell her what she was terrified to admit to herself; that while their relationship had the foundations to be lasting, at the point the world ended, it wasn't as life-or-death as she'd always felt it was. It was strikingly average, if she got rid of their sleuthing and just focused on the facts and numbers.

"If we're meant to be, one day, we'll find each other again, if by a slim chance you're right…" She agreed, "But right now…"

Betty took a deep breath, trying to let go of her guilt, and took a right turn.

July 12th, 2018

All along the way, at all of their stops, Betty had acquired a green can of spray paint and charted her name all over walls and buildings for FP or her mom or Jughead (at Sweet Pea's utterly annoying insistence), in case anyone ever went looking for them. Jughead's name was so unusual that he would absolutely know if was the Betty he'd known, and so would anyone else that came across it.

Juggie, I was here, Betty.

This assuage her guilt and helped her move on, mile by mile. Sweet Pea would often add his own name in, in case Cheryl or Toni or Fangs ever picked up their tracks too. Hell, Betty admitted she'd even be thrilled to see Chuck again one day, as he'd more or less proved himself while they were at Lodge Lodge.

Leaving the markes let Betty feel as though she wasn't totally forgetting him, but she was also going to go with the smarter routes, so that one day when this was all done, she would still be alive. On the slim chance Betty's instincts, which were usually razor sharp, were wrong, she knew FP would keep Jughead alive, so would Jellybean. He'd be less likely to do something dangerous if he managed to find his sister, since he often felt responsible for her.

God, she hoped Jughead was still alive, despite the evidence against it.

She was more sure he wasn't than that he was, but Sweet Pea's unwavering belief, a belief that maybe Betty thought she should have, was casting some doubts. Stil, each day she woke up and checked her gut feeling and everyday it was the same. And, she'd whisper to the darkness of the forests that Jughead was dead. One day, maybe, it wouldn't feel like her heart was being shot through. She'd already talked herself into believing that Reggie or Josie was dead, working her way through friends and people she knew, so that when she heard, she wouldn't feel as hurt. And, if miraculously they were alive, she'd be all the glader. That was how she would cope. She did have the thought that she was systematically glueing herself more and more to Sweet Pea with each person she did this exercise with, however, she was also finding less and less reasons to be upset about this. Sweet Pea seemed equally okay with being around her.

After two months since he'd rescued her in Riverdale, they were working well as a team. He still annoyed her, but it made her laugh more than not, and she still just talked and talked when there was silence (but he also didn't seem to hate that), and they were mostly on the same page, so yeah, it worked.

She also began to see Sweet Pea less as a second to Jughead, but as a person himself, and not as a replacement for Jughead's companionship, but as an honest-to-god partner. The most important thing? He was alive and he was pretty determined to keep it that way.

She wondered if one day she would be able to work up to telling herself her family, her sister for example, was dead? Even at this moment, she was about 30% sure she was gone.

When she asked Sweet Pea he licked his finger, holding it to the wind, as though he could magically tell by the way the wind blowed. He dramatically opened his mouth before giving his reading.

"My gut is inconclusive." He finally answered. Betty wondered if he was going it to spare her feelings and his gut was telling him something else entirely. She wondered if his gut was telling him what he was telling her, when it came to Jughead.

Two months ago, Sweet Pea probably wouldn't have lied to her to make her feel better. This was food for thought when the through stumbled across her mind.

July 14th, 2018

By month two (and a couple days), writing Jughead's name along with her own felt less like a trail for Jughead, but a trail for anyone and specifically not for Jughead. Especially, when Sweet Pea added his name.

Betty reckoned that there was only one group of kids in the world that had those two names, and certainly when put together, it was unmistakable. It was a beacon for anyone of her old life, may they be lucky enough to stumble across it.

Jughead became a trail marker more than it became a person she missed.

She did miss him, of course, but of late, only in the way she missed Veronica or Archie, at least the majority of the time. She figured she could spend the rest of her life pining over him or she could work on moving on.

Moving forward.

Her and Sweet Pea took things at a rather leisurely pace. They stopped in small towns, avoiding major hubs, and would ransack drug stores and groceries for supplies. Sweet Pea took the reigns on directions, and somewhere around Ohio they found a U-Haul and decided with their ever amassing things it might be best to switch the trucks out.

"They didn't leave the keys in here all handy like the Lodge's did." Sweet Pea said with a scowl after checking everywhere.

"Oh," Betty set down the box she was carting, wiping her forehead. The summer heat was suffocating and heavy, especially in a world where air conditioning didn't exist anymore, "Well, that's not a problem. I can hotwire it."

Sweet Pea squinted at her, "Since when?"

"Since always." Betty clapped her hands to rid the dust from her palms and shoved him into the passenger seat, going underneath the wheel, "I know a lot about cars. Used to work on them back when I was a kid. My dad said I would make a good mechanical engineer one day, since a mechanic wasn't good enough for my abilities. I hadn't thought of it much since high school. Guess now it doesn't matter…" She trailed off, pouting, reminiscing before shaking away her thoughts, "Well, bottom line is, I know cars."

"I knew there was a reason I kept ya around." Sweet Pea watched her, "A girl that knows her way around a car is sorta hot."

Betty sent him a half-glare through the gaps in the wheel, "Oh, and why do I keep you around? What's your special talents."

"Why, handsome looks and biting wit."

"Anything useful?" Betty asked without missing a second and Sweet Pea winced.

"Harsh, Cooper." He thought about it seriously for a second, "I mean, I guess I have a lot of random street smarts shit up here," He said, "You kinda learn it after living alone."

Betty inhaled, feeling bad. She knew that it was obvious a sore topic. He had managed to keep them alive. He also had a good sense of direction, something Betty was useless at. That's why she was the driver and he was the navigator.

"But it doesn't matter. We're sorta stuck together, huh?" He asked. Betty gave a small smile.

"Yeah. I don't see anyone else to trade you out with, so yep."

The car sparked to life, the motor rumbled. As they left the Lodge's van in the parking garage, Betty hardly looked back. This was much more efficient, space wise, and a bigger car could run down walkers easier. They were taking mostly back roads, so luckily they rarely ran into problems. That didn't mean that Betty thought they would never run into problems. She wasn't naive.

Case in point; when they stopped for the night, a walker stumbled upon their campsite where they were cooking a slab of hamburger meat that had managed to stay frozen up until now. Betty managed to dispatch the walker, but not after a minor struggle. She was heaving and catching her breath when Sweet Pea sighed, rubbing his face.

"That was the most awkward and gangly thing I've ever seen," He muttered, "New answer."

"To what?" Betty tried to wipe away the walker blood, recoiling at the smell.

"To your question. I have fighting skills. You have zero. You're going to get yourself killed if you continue on like that." Sweet Pea came across the way, picking Betty's machete out of her belt holder, placing it back in her hands, "We'll make a fighter of of you yet," He said.

So they practiced every night they stopped. Sweet Pea was a patient teacher, but then again, they had all the time in the world. Betty found she enjoyed learning these moves, these techniques. It gave the nights a purpose other than ransaking stores or playing games of I-Spy or card games.

Somewhere leaving Ohio, Betty turned to Sweet Pea.

"So, do we have an actual destination or are we gonna be driving forever?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Wisconsin."

"Seriously?" Betty tried not to wrinkle her nose, but couldn't help it, "What's there?"

"A good place to survive." Sweet Pea mumbled through a pen cap, using a highlighter to map out routes.

"But it's freezing there!"

"Yep," Sweet Pea agreed, "Walkers that are frozen in place can't very well kill us, can they?"

Betty hummed, considering his point. She did have to give him that one.

"Plus, Wisconsin is either farmlands or woods, and not much else. They have like one 'big' city, but otherwise it's all small areas and open space. We'll find a place to stop and stay for...well, maybe forever."

Something tied in her stomach when he said 'forever'. It was the first time either had admitted that maybe this would never end.

"How do you know so much about Wisconsin?" Betty narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Wisconsin was very far away from New York, "Movies?"

It's what Betty knew of the state. She could count on her fingers the facts she knew about it; the capital was Madison, The Green Bay Packers were from there, it had a lot of cheese and dairy, there were lots of cows, and...and...well, that was the extent of it.

"Back before my mom turned really bad, we went and visited a friend of hers out here for a summer. I think her friend was trying to send her to rehab, but clearly, it didn't stick. Anyway, I just remember playing all summer in farmlands and forests with no one around for miles. And land there is farmable. Grocery stores are going to run out or go bad eventually." Sweet Pea seemed to have this all figured out.

"When did you think this through, exactly?" Betty wondered out loud, though she supposed it didn't matter, "And were you going to ask me?"

"I guess if you really protested," Sweet Pea folded the map to the section of land they were driving on, "Do you?"

Betty just gave a shake of her head, since it wasn't the worst plan. It was a plan, and that in itself should be commendable, since Betty's plan could have gotten them both killed.

"And when did I think of it? A kid like me, a street kid, always has a plan of what to do if the world goes to shit. Where we'd escape to. We for sure have to avoid Chicago, so that'll take time, but I figure we're not that far off now. A week, maybe less. Then, once we hit Wisconsin, we keep going straight up. Nearly to Canada. Farther up the less people."

"And then?" Betty prompted him, very intrigued to hear how much he'd thought about this, how complete his thought process was.

Sweet Pea made a motion with his hands, "Find somewhere secluded where the nearest neighbor is miles away. Forest or farm, I guess it doesn't matter. Farms might be better for food purposes, but forests would be better for hiding. Maybe a combination of both areas. We set up. We figure shit out."

"Ah, you say that like it's easy," Betty laughed.

"Well, we've made it this far, huh?" Sweet Pea scratched his head, "You'll be going this way for a long time. Wake me up in about two hours," He said, curling up on the seat, "It will be good, just wait."

They stopped for the night at a little woodsy town, right at the edge. They used to stop and sleep in motels or hotels, but they found a large number or walkers still inhabited such places, and since they got the U-Haul they'd taken to setting up camp in the woods. There were less dangers that wanted to eat their faces there.

Usually.

Betty wasn't on watch but she heard it first. She snapped her eyes open, shaking the leaves off her and looking up at Sweet Pea with wild eyes. He cocked his head, then frowned.

"Get in the car, Betty," He whispered, but the ending of his command was drown out by a herd of walkers stumbling from the trees. Betty grabbed her machete, hands shaking, as she realized they were cutting off her and Sweet Pea's line to safety. There were far too many for them to take out.

And they just kept coming.

What Betty roughly says in French is 'over my dead body' and Sweet Pea basically replies, 'that can be arranged'.

For those of who who read this on a03, I've added an 'Art of' Story as a sequel, which is baisically where I post moodboards and aesthetics for this story, so check that out! I also think I'm going to post the other universe story for this, the 100 fic, soon...maybe? Ah, we'll see XD

Also, what are some other Sweet Pea/Betty stories you like to read? I've read the two by 'forasecondtherewe'vewon' (and, if you haven't read those, go and read those!) but I'm looking for some other SweetBetts recs! I'll it on literally anywhere; , a03, tumblr, wattpad...throw them at me!

I'm thinking of writing another SweetBetts story to post soon too, a AU of S1 where everyone is supernatural (Betty is a witch, Serpents are werewolves, and ect) and I'm either going to write it as Jeronia or as asexual!Jughead. What would you guys rather see? Do you even want to see this? Lemme know.

Also, I just wanted to say (I'm not sure if I have) that if you review 10 chapters of my stories, you get a drabble written by me, so you can ask for more SweetBetts, or any couple you want! So, start reviewing? :)

Please oh please make my day, leave a review.