“Some people aren’t worth keeping though,” Bea pointed out honestly. “And this is about the best it’s gonna get.” It could always get worse too; more than likely it would. There weren’t endless resources and factories making shit. Soon as things started to really run out the world was screwed. There wasn’t any point to hope that things would go back to what it was, that they’d just wake up one day and all the zombies would have dicked off to who knows where, leaving them to start over.
His assessment was almost spot on. Proof that he knew her well enough to have figured her personality out. “Why the hell do you think I carry a switchblade in my boot?” she retorted, a sly grin ghosting over her features. “Fuckers never see it coming.” Up to this point it had just been zombies on the wrong end of her blade, she wasn’t really into maiming the non-infected. But, if they deserved it, or it was between them and her, she’d stick them without thinking twice. Survival instinct, or something.
Even the thought of quarantine made a chill run down Bea’s spine. “And, for the record, I’ll beat your ass if you get yourself bit and put in quarantine,” she warned only partially joking. Given how Vienna seemed to be getting attached to him, Bea couldn’t handle the idea of her baby sister losing someone else. Call it protective big sister instincts. And she didn’t want to lose a friend. “I’d be climbing the fucking walls.” Woman of action and all; but then, if leadership deemed going out dangerous, she’d comply. But so far that didn’t look like the case.
“It’s different than the city,” she mused. “Looting out here. You’ve got the suburbs to pick through.” Sometimes she missed the skyscrapers of NYC, but coming to Sing Sing had definitely been the right decision, even given the danger they had to deal with here. She couldn’t see herself going back and potentially getting back in with the government safehouses. “There’s still fire escapes though.”