"Well, so far I haven't met an ear of corn I didn't like."
It's possible she could feel differently by the time they're done here, though.
"Smart move." She jabs her thumb back toward the marked shed as they walk away from it. "Thanks."
But despite the genuine appreciation, she doesn't think for a second that she's the only one who'd like to be able to find that shed again.
She hasn't missed the gun holstered on Hero's hip -- it's the same gun, she's pretty sure, that Hero had before -- and if she'd had a holster of her own, she might've used it. Babies and guns should be kept as far away from each other as possible, and right now the Barak, its safety definitely on, is wrapped in an extra t-shirt and tucked safely away next to the diapers in the baby bag because it's the bag not being held next to Junior.
Tilting her chin, she looks up at the sky. "You know, Hero, I almost didn't expect this to work."
She almost wishes it hadn't. It's not that she doesn't want the company: she does. It's desperately lonely out here, and she's been alone out here more than she's been with other people despite the voice in her head. But she knows what a fucking sacrifice it has to have been for Beth and if it hadn't worked, she might not feel so responsible for causing even more bad shit for anybody else: she's done enough damage. But none of that's Beth's concern. "Well, it did, and here we are, and... welcome to goddamn Kansas. I like the route you took better than the one I did
( ... )
Beth gives her a quizzical look, almost stopping completely, and listens for...
Junior to gurgle just behind her? The sound of near silence? The occasional low rustle of cornstalk leaves?
She hears all of that, and after a moment of nothing that seems especially out of the ordinary, she shrugs slightly. "No? Just corn. And the baby."
Seems to her that it wouldn't be all that hard to get a little bit paranoid or creeped out in a cornfield like this after a while, especially if it was at night. It's this whole solitary atmosphere and only being able to see the path in front of them and behind them but not past each tall row of corn.
But she doesn't think she heard anything strange just now.
After another moment, she smiles a little. "Ever see Children of the Corn?"
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It's possible she could feel differently by the time they're done here, though.
"Smart move." She jabs her thumb back toward the marked shed as they walk away from it. "Thanks."
But despite the genuine appreciation, she doesn't think for a second that she's the only one who'd like to be able to find that shed again.
She hasn't missed the gun holstered on Hero's hip -- it's the same gun, she's pretty sure, that Hero had before -- and if she'd had a holster of her own, she might've used it. Babies and guns should be kept as far away from each other as possible, and right now the Barak, its safety definitely on, is wrapped in an extra t-shirt and tucked safely away next to the diapers in the baby bag because it's the bag not being held next to Junior.
Tilting her chin, she looks up at the sky. "You know, Hero, I almost didn't expect this to work."
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Junior to gurgle just behind her? The sound of near silence? The occasional low rustle of cornstalk leaves?
She hears all of that, and after a moment of nothing that seems especially out of the ordinary, she shrugs slightly. "No? Just corn. And the baby."
Seems to her that it wouldn't be all that hard to get a little bit paranoid or creeped out in a cornfield like this after a while, especially if it was at night. It's this whole solitary atmosphere and only being able to see the path in front of them and behind them but not past each tall row of corn.
But she doesn't think she heard anything strange just now.
After another moment, she smiles a little. "Ever see Children of the Corn?"
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