She hadn't really expected him to have seen her sister since the last time they'd talked, but it felt like a question she'd had to ask anyway, just in case. They'd all started off in the same area, so there was a chance, right? Maybe if they waited patiently enough, prayed enough, everyone they loved would walk in through the door and join them.
"I'm fine," she replied, just as she'd done every time someone had asked her that question since her arrival. There were no walkers, she hadn't seen any of the terrifying things the others had told her about, and she had her father back. What could she possibly complain about? It was almost a miracle, even if they were all dead and this was Purgatory. Maybe this place was a blessing in disguise, a break they sorely needed from the deadly world they'd come from.
"Where did you find each other?" The teenage girl in Beth loved a good love story, and in the world they lived in, there was no greater story than that of her sister and brother-in-law. She believed God had brought them together, not luck or chance, because through everything that had happened, they'd persevered, they'd survived, and against all odds, they kept finding each other. They were the best physical representation of hope she could think of.