I was a constellation, you held me so tight in the orbits of your body. O' Father, I miss you terribly; too much that I've become a fallen star.. && although I inhaled your words and exhaled stardust, I cannot get this bitter taste from my tongue.
“Dunno if I woulda quite put it like THAT,” he tilts his head to the side slightly, “– but yeah, ya look a little bit outta place.” Rick holds her knife, thumb smoothing over the hilt back and forth. He can’t be too trusting – he’s met too many survivors in this world to be so naive, but the girl SEEMS honest. Enough so that the tension eases from his stance at least. “Well,” he shifts his weight, “– might be a good START t’know how you’ve been makin’ it out here. Have ya killed many walkers? People? – Why?”
“I lost count It all happens so fast that I never cared to keep score.” Honesty was the only trait left in which she cared to honor even if many failed to believe her words. That last two questions were hard to swallow, even more so difficult to relive a terrifying past before the walkers took reign this world.
“Zero. An old friend of mine beat me to the only person I wanted dead. I was close .. so close. She had a bomb strapped to an arrow and well his head” Chrysta’s hands tried to animate such an explosion whilst doing her best to avoid the derivative of a long story.
He’d helped the young girl out in the scuffle – though it was CLEAR enough she could fend for herself. Rick had to disarm her though (for now) for caution’s sake. “Never said anythin’ about weak – y’just don’t look too USED t’all of this. Are you out here all on your own?” young girl all by herself – in his opinion – didn’t stand much of a chance surviving out here like that. “I can HELP you, if that’s the case.”
“Well you’re not entirelywrong, especially if you pinned me to be a poster child princess. I was spoiled, but my father taught me to survive.” Traits of honesty had been part of the families bloodline, even after living within a lie. everyone she had loved became dust, bits of brain blown to whatever was left of nature. “Don’t have to worry about me, but I can’t blame you for taking my knife. So, what’s it gonna take to prove ya - whatever - ya need to know?”
“Just because I keep clean doesn’t mean I’m weak - Gimme my knife back, I wanna stayalive.” Chrysta glanced to Grimes, lip cut from a brawl from more of those dead creeps. She was foreign to this area, far away from the cities luxuries.
