Re: TWD: graham + clem
"Don't you go telling me the reasons why it's smart, honey. I know all them reasons, and I hate it all the same," she said, unapologetically petulant. It was probably a good thing; if she was being sweet some it might mean the world was ending. "You really think we're making it home?" she asked, on account of him sounding so sure, and she wasn't sure any. "Days locked in that prison cell, and I thought for sure I wasn't never going home. Then we were stuck in this hut for days, and the dead things kept banging on every damn thing, and the whole place shook. We didn't have a thing much, and stupid Shane wasted most of the water on me wanting to be clean again. Then we got here, and we thought things would be fine, but we were wrong again, and that herd ain't thinned in days," she said, motioning to the window at his back.
Maybe he was right about Shane being real competent, though. "If he weren't in trouble, he would have let me know he was holed up somewhere," she countered. Didn't mean he wasn't coming back, but meant he'd run into something and lost his journal at the very least. A little more time, though, she figured they could do that.
"You sit on down and tell me how the baby was when you left," she said with a pat to the bed, after a few minutes of deciding whether she gave a damn about pretending she didn't care any. "Jake's been real terrible to Jack," she added. She felt sorry for dragging Jack into this mess, and Jake was acting like some spoiled thing. As a spoiled thing herself, she knew the signs real well.