[It's really been a hell of a week. Or has it been more than a week? Fuck, it's impossible to really keep track of things like time anymore. Point is, ever since Brian's attempt at taking over the prison, things have been hell, and Tara never really got a chance to stop and think before she was uprooted from one group and dumped into another.
Well. Maybe that's not the best choice of words. Tara is still an outsider. Doesn't quite fit in with Abraham's trio or the survivors of Glenn's group. She's sure that not everyone knows who she is, but Glenn knows. And she's pretty sure she saw a spark of recognition in the sheriff's eyes. Which is why it was so utterly shocking that she had been given a gun and told to take first watch with the gore-covered woman that night while some of them caught up on sleep. These people trusted her with a gun...
But hey. She had no intentions of taking advantage of that. She wanted to prove that she wasn't like those other members of Brian's militia... and protecting these people while they were at their most vulnerable was a great starting point for that.
So, after circling the perimeter of the flimsy little shack they had holed up in for the night, Tara eventually makes her way over to where Carol was, and sits down next to her. Not... not too close, but close enough so that she doesn't have to raise her voice to talk.]
HOW ABOUT WE HAVE A LITTLE TIMESKIP
Well. Maybe that's not the best choice of words. Tara is still an outsider. Doesn't quite fit in with Abraham's trio or the survivors of Glenn's group. She's sure that not everyone knows who she is, but Glenn knows. And she's pretty sure she saw a spark of recognition in the sheriff's eyes. Which is why it was so utterly shocking that she had been given a gun and told to take first watch with the gore-covered woman that night while some of them caught up on sleep. These people trusted her with a gun...
But hey. She had no intentions of taking advantage of that. She wanted to prove that she wasn't like those other members of Brian's militia... and protecting these people while they were at their most vulnerable was a great starting point for that.
So, after circling the perimeter of the flimsy little shack they had holed up in for the night, Tara eventually makes her way over to where Carol was, and sits down next to her. Not... not too close, but close enough so that she doesn't have to raise her voice to talk.]
Hey.