How the hell was she supposed to respond? It was still new, having family again. Having what happened to her matter to someone on a whole different level. “Hell, V,” she muttered, not angrily, but a little at a loss. “You know I can’t promise that.” It wasn’t in her to tell someone something that she couldn’t keep. She might get unlucky someday and end up zombie food, or a zombie herself. Those were just the variables that they lived with these days. “I couldn’t lose you either, but I can’t promise nothing will ever happen, you know.”
She bristled. She knew Vienna meant well, but it was too ingrained in her to be irritated when someone brought up the fact that she was in danger; that she was somehow less than. It was her own deal, but it was what it was. “You don’t have to like it,” she said. “But it is what it is. We’re all in danger these days, whether we want to think so or not.” The compound was as much protection as they would ever get, but it didn’t always make them safe. Not in Bea’s mind. There was always going to be something just waiting to strike.
“Don’t you fucking dare Vienna Yvette,” she snapped. “It’s not going hurt them to never fucking find out.” And some things didn’t need to be passed along. Especially not from private conversations. But hell, she couldn’t stop her sister if she wanted to talk. People liked Vienna better most of the time anyways; something that Bea used to envy, but now it didn’t really seem to matter. “You remember how I retaliated when you opened your mouth around Jared Marxx? I’m still fucking capable of that kind of retaliation.”
Bea nodded curtly, because what the hell else was she going to say? That she was glad they were so on top of things? Hadn’t she pretty much already relayed that? It just felt like she didn’t have anything else to say, and she was feeling the itch in her feet again. She wasn’t going to spend the whole damn time in a guard tower. How fucking lazy would that be? Way too lazy for her taste.
So instead of saying anything, she dug around for another cigarette. Once that was done she’d move on. It was the deal she made with herself. Maybe she’d go pick off some of the infected that were hanging around the east wall, just so she felt like she’d done something.