"Well that was definitely something.." The redhead spoke softly to her best friend standing beside her.

"Have they ever fought?" Aubrey asked, referring to Eliza and Beca. "I mean like, a big fight"

"Once, from what I've seen. It was over Skype and just, it was bad. We can't afford to have anyone fighting let alone those two if we want to survive" Chloe sighed. "I'm going to talk to Beca tonight. Especially about that Olivia girl. Not her biggest fan" She muttered.

"Why?" Aubrey asked.

"Just a feeling" Chloe shrugged her shoulders.

"Just a feeling of jealousy, possibly?" Aubrey crossed her arms against her chest; a small smile on her face. She knew Chloe hated admitting when she was jealous. So teasing her about it was always a fun thing to her.

"What?" Chloe looked at her. "No. There is no reason I would be jealous" She shook her head.

"Not even because they are still hanging out as we speak?" Aubrey asked.

"Nope" Chloe just popped the 'p' as she shook her head.

It had been a few hours into the day since the meeting had come to a close. Everyone went off to do their own things. Some of the group started to work on building the extra room. Stacie, Beca, and Olivia were all in the living room watching Bella play. And Aubrey and Chloe were about to start getting ready to make dinner.

Chloe was indeed jealous. She could hear Beca in the living room from the kitchen. Her laughter is usually the most beautiful thing to hear. But now knowing it was someone else making her laugh got some reason spiked jealousy through her veins.

Which, that wasn't like Chloe. She heard Beca laugh with other's before and Chloe wasn't the one to make her laugh. And she wouldn't even flinch. Hell, she would be happy just seeing Beca smiling and laughing. But for whatever reason, that wasn't the case with this girl.

Maybe it was because of Olivia's personality. It was a mirror resemblance of Beca's. Same humor, same way with words, same gestures. It was driving Chloe insane on how similar they were to one another. Not to mention that Beca was actually happy to be around someone she had just met. Even Chloe wasn't that lucky within the first year of knowing Beca.

"Uh huh, sure" Aubrey chuckled. "Come on, help me cook dinner" She said.

"Sounds fun" Chloe sarcastically said.

She had her hoodie sleeves up before tying her hair back. Aubrey had handed her a few peppers to cut up as she was taking care of cutting the meat that Jake had brought with him. Both were silent as they started to prepare the meal. Aubrey had decided to make tacos since it was a special dinner to welcome the new people in their group.

It was a few minutes into Chloe just lost in cutting the peppers up when arms slipping around her torso from behind made her jump. She gasped; turning her head slightly to see the brunette kissing her shoulder.

"Wondered where you ran off to" She whispered.

"Well can't go far" Chloe kept her voice full of coldness.

"What's wrong?" Beca picked up on the cold tone.

"Nothing" Chloe lied with a shrug.

"Obviously something" Beca said. Chloe then felt her arms letting go of her to lean against the counter. The brunette was now facing right at her from the side, but Chloe kept looking down.

"I said it's nothing, so it's obviously nothing" Chloe said.

"You don't usually act like this with me though" Beca pointed out.

Chloe took a deep breath in; placing the knife down on the cutting board before she looked up. She met Beca's eyes that were filled with confusion and a bit of fear. Chloe's filled with jealousy and annoyance.

"How are you out there laughing and having a grand old time while Eliza is upstairs upset?" She asked. She was desperate to hide her jealously of Olivia. So, she switched the subject.

Beca just looked at her for a second before scoffing.

"She's been acting like she's entitled to everything lately. I had to shoot her down sometime, right Aubrey?" She turned to look at the blonde who just shook her head.

"I understand her view, Beca. If my dad gave me that truck after what happened, I wouldn't want people I don't know driving it" Aubrey said.

"What did happen exactly?" Chloe asked. "Nobody has told me" She said.

Beca just sighed and looked down at her feet. A shrug of her shoulders was the small gesture she had given. But of course Chloe knew that was bullshit. And she wasn't going to let her get away with just a shrug.

"Tell me, Beca" Chloe sighed.

"She was the one that shot our father after he was bit" Beca rushed together.

Chloe just nodded as she took another sigh. She now understood more why Eliza was acting the way she was. But, she couldn't understand why Beca was saying she was just acting spoiled. Especially knowing something like that.

"Then why would you think she was acting spoiled?" Chloe asked.

"I, I don't know" Beca stammered. "I guess I was just pissed off that she got something like that while I got shit. But she's the youngest, so of course she always got everything. Just, irritating"

"I get that" Aubrey said. "My little brother got the world from my parents while my older brother and I got nothing" She said. "Super irritating" She sighed at the memory.

"But you still shouldn't of acted like that" Chloe said.

Beca looked at the older woman. She had her arms crossed against her chest as her eyes scanned the woman's face. It didn't seem that this was the thing bugging her most. And Beca wondered what could be bothering her so bad that she was addressing this issue instead.

"What's the real reason you're acting like this?" Beca asked.

"What?" Chloe asked. "I just told you-"

"I've argued with my sister before in front of you, but you've never told me something like this before. I mean, you break the fight up and tell us both off. But you never-"

"It's nothing alright" Chloe just shook her head as she picked the knife back up to continue preparing the food.

"What is the issue?" Beca laughed in disbelief at the sudden mood swing from her girlfriend.

"I said nothing-"

"So we're just going to act like nothing means nothing now?"

"Last time I knew that was the definition of nothing"

"That's never been your definition of it though-"

"Well today it is!" Chloe said maybe a bit too forceful as she chopped down through the pepper; making a loud chopping sound against the cutting board. "Shit!" She hissed not a second after the chop was heard.

She jumped back as the knife dropped to the floor. The woman held her right hand close to her chest; eyes squeezing in pain from the sudden cut. Chloe just held her hand close to her as she kept looking down. She was afraid to see the damage she had done.

"Chloe, oh my god. Okay, let me see-"

"No!" Chloe shook her head.

"Stacie! First aid kit, stat!" Aubrey yelled out.

"Chlo-"

"Don't, Beca. It's fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine!" Chloe chanted.

"Chloe, honey, we have to treat the wound now" Aubrey said softly.

"It's fine!" She said.

"Just let me see it" Aubrey said.

Chloe finally just held her finger out. She kept her own eyes shut as her head was turning away. The woman did not want to see it; fearful it was damage that was too risky to have.

What everyone had learned since the apocalypse had began was that you had to be careful, of course. That was a given. But, even the smallest cuts that you wouldn't freak out back then about, like one that just needed stitches? That was something even riskier to come by these days. There was never a guarantee you had the equipment to help treat it before it got worse.

"What's wrong?" Stacie rushed in with the first aid kit.

"Just a small cut that needs some stitches on Chloe's finger" Aubrey said; trying to remain as calm as possible.

"Stitches? Aubrey, I can't-"

"I can," Olivia spoke up. "I have years of medical school and growing up with my mom as a doctor under my belt" She added.

"Yes! Thank you-"

"No!" Chloe's eyes flew open as she looked at the woman. "No stitches" She shook her head; fear coursing through her.

"Listen, I have more medical stuff in my bag. I can numb you up so you won't feel the stitches. Trust me, you want to avoid infection? You're going to need stitches. Be right back" Olivia said before walking off.

"I can't do stitches. I can't! No, no, no-"

"Chloe," Beca said. "Please. You have to do this"

"No I don't!" Chloe said. "I've survived infections before and-"

"That was different then, Chlo" Aubrey sighed. "The world was different-"

"I'm not doing any stitches!" Chloe shook her head frantically.

"Not even for me?" Beca asked.

"No! The idea of stitches and needles. I can't. It's way too scary" She shook her head.

"The idea of watching you die from a fucking infection and then not being here? That's way too scary" Beca snapped back even when her voice was at it's weakest.

Chloe felt her anxiety coursing through her veins as her heart was going a million miles per hour. She hated needles and the ideas of stitches freaked her right out. Not to mention the whole dying from an infection chances were higher now made it worse to realize that she had cut herself pretty good.

But, Beca's voice sounded weak. She sounded so scared and her eyes seemed like they were about to start pouring out tears any second. That wasn't like Beca to so easily be driven to tears. So she knew she would have to do this or she would feel guilty for ever. Or, feeling guilty until her death.

"Fine" Chloe gave in. "I hate you.." She muttered.

"No you don't, or you wouldn't be doing this" Beca shook her head.

"Want to sit on the couch? Might be more comfortable for you" Aubrey asked.

Chloe just shook her head in response as she felt Beca slip an arm around her waist. She felt lips pressed against her head; lingering before pulling away. It felt as if Beca was fearful once again she would lose Chloe. God, Chloe hated putting Beca in this position so many times. It wasn't fair to her at all.

"I'm sorry" Chloe whispered as they followed the other's to the living room.

"Why? I was the one pissing you off while you were chopping peppers" Beca said.

"Don't blame yourself, please" Chloe begged. "I don't want you thinking that any of this is your fault.."

"Stop talking like you're going to die-"

Chloe stopped walking in the middle of the dining room. She was turnt slightly to look directly at the brunette who still had an arm around her waist. Beca had stopped of course with her.

"Beca, I know you. That kiss on my head you just gave me told me what you're feeling right now and the fact I've put you in that state so many times is driving me insane" She said as her voice trembled.

"Chlo.." Beca said. "I'm always going to be scared of losing you. Just shit like this makes me realize how scared I am.." She chuckled softly.

"Uh, guys?" Stacie asked for them to go into the living room.

"Do something for me" Chloe said.

"What? Is this your death wish?" Beca teased.

"Okay really? Is now the time?" Chloe asked; not letting her answer. "Go upstairs-"

"I'm not leaving your side, are you insane?" She asked.

"I don't want you watching me get stitches. I know how you are about that kind of stuff. Plus you get a bit protective seeing me in pain and she's going to put me in pain by doing her job" Chloe rambled.

"Hey, we should get this done now-" Stacie said, but was cut off by Chloe.

"Go talk with Eliza. For me" Chloe said.

She used her hand that did not have the cut finger to cup the brunette's cheek. Instantly the pale skinned turned a deep shade of red at the contact. That made Chloe's heart flutter as a small smile formed. Even if they had done this already, Beca still blushed like crazy.

Chloe leaned in carefully; their lips nearly inches apart. Beca's arm around her waist pulled her closer to her; closing that gap and ending up with their lips pressed against one another. This time though, it was different. It wasn't filled with lust, desire, and love. It was just filled with love and worry.

The love feeling of course was for what they always had for one another. And the worry was for the stitches. Something so simple could go so wrong in this new world. Both hated it, but knew it was a risk they took by staying alive.

"Come on, lovebirds" Stacie said.

"I love you" Beca whispered; still holding Chloe against her.

"I love you" Chloe whispered against her lips. "And I'm so not going to die because we still need to have sex.." She grinned as she pulled away from the woman.

"You better keep that in mind" Beca smirked as she just watched Chloe disappear into the living room.

Beca took a deep breath before turning on her heels. She made her way to the staircase that lead upstairs. Zack was walking down them when Beca got to the bottom. He had glanced up; giving a bit of a glare to the woman.

"Where's Aubrey?" He asked. "Eliza wants to know if we have any apples" He added.

"In our new operating room" Beca answered.

A puzzled look was the answer she got from the younger man.

"Chloe needed some stitches so they're in the living room" Beca explained.

"Holy shit, what? Is she alright?!" He exclaimed. "What happened?" He added.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. She just got herself with the knife while cutting some peppers. And her dying wish was for me to go upstairs and talk to Eliza, so.."

"She really doesn't want to see you" He said.

"Sucks to be her" Beca shrugged.

"No. Just leave her be, Beca.." He said.

"Fuck you, man. Don't try to tell me when I can and can not see her" She said; pushing him out of the way to go up the stairs.

She made her way down the hall past her own room and few others before getting to Eliza and Zacks. Beca turned the door knob and walked in to find a scene that she never wanted to see again. Hell, she never wanted to see in the first place.

Eliza was hand cuffed to the bed. At first Beca wondered if this was some sexual thing that she was going to be scarred for life for. But, the way Eliza was fully dressed and how her eyes pleaded for help told her different.

"Beca! He's-"

"Ah!" Zack yelled out as he pushed Beca onto the floor.

"Zack! Stop!" Eliza yelled.

Beca scrambled away across the floor as Zack was grabbing a knife off his end table. She saw her opportunity by a soccer trophy that was Zack's. It was sitting on the desk; proudly showing off it's glory. The woman knew she pulled a few muscles reaching up to grab it. But, when she did? She smacked it against Zack's head the moment he bent down to stab her.

The younger man fell onto the floor with the thump. The pocket knife landed on it's side onto Beca's stomach. Thankfully she was never cut or anything like that. So she was able to just jump up to help her sister and find out what the hell just went down.

"What the fuck?!" She asked.

"I knew it!" Eliza said. Her voice teetering on the edge of breaking down. "He was going to break one day and he just did! Please, just get me uncuffed!" She begged.

"Yeah, yeah" Beca mumbled as she frantically searched for a key.

"It's in his end table drawer" She said.

Beca nodded; walking over to the other side of the bed. She opened the drawer to be welcomed to all sorts of things. Condoms, small pocket knives, random photos, and a few keys. She got the keys out and shut the drawer before walking back over to test each one.

"So, can you explain?" She asked as she tested the first key, but it didn't work.

"He hates being here. He does. So when the fight happened downstairs, he saw an opportunity" She said as the second key didn't work. "If he waited until everyone was asleep, him and I could take the truck and just leave. Never come back. Well I didn't want to do that. He's tried this many times. I guess he just snapped and, it got physical and he locked me here.." She rambled.

The third key finally worked and the woman was unlocked from the handcuffs. She quickly sat up; rubbing her wrists softly back and forth. Her eyes looked over to her boyfriend on the floor; tears just pouring out of her eyes now.

"Put those on him behind his back incase he wakes up" Eliza said in a shakey voice.

"Yeah, was going to.." Beca nodded as she grabbed both of his hands. She made sure he was face down as she brought them behind his back; locking the cuffs around his wrists. "Alright, that should be good" She said.

"He was going to knock me out tonight and just throw me in the trunk to take me with him.." Eliza confessed.

"I wouldn't of let that happen-"

"How?! If you never came up here what if you went to bed and didn't wake up to the sounds of us leaving?!" Eliza asked. "Let's be honest. We all know you would so rather have Olivia around anyway" She muttered.

"Wait, what?" Beca asked.

"Olivia. Your long lost sister" Eliza said.

Beca was silent for a bit. She was trying to take in everything that just happened. But, the words Eliza was speaking were catching her off guard. Eliza was never the jealous type at all. So for her to be jealous or worrying that her spot would be taken away seemed rare.

"Are you thinking Olivia is going to take your place? Because if so, that would never happen" Beca shook her head.

"Why wouldn't it? Even if he did take me tonight, you wouldn't of no-"

"Yeah, I would" Beca cut her off. "And I would be searching for you like crazy" She added. "Eliza, you're my sister. Nobody would take your spot. And nobody, especially skinny boy here, is going to take you away from me like that" She stated. "And as much as I would love to continue this conversation, we need to figure out this whole Zack situation"

Eliza nodded; hating that the woman was right. Then again, when wasn't Beca right? Not that she would ever confess to that in a million years. But, Beca was always right a lot of the time.

"I don't know" Eliza shrugged.

"Listen," Beca's voice softened. "I get it, you love him. Trust me. I know. But, this is next level abuse. It isn't just him getting you to do drugs with him. This was him trying to kidnap you, Liz. Take you against your own will" She said.

"Yeah I know, but-"

"There's no buts.." Beca shook her head. "I have to kick him out. When it comes down to it, I have to protect you and everyone here. But especially you. And him living here is not going to help me to do that" She said.

"I love him.." Eliza just looked down; her voice cracking as she felt sobs escape her.

"I know" Beca said; feeling the ache in her chest grow as she sat down next to Eliza. "But, I can't see you suffer anymore of his bullshit-"

"He said he'd change" She mumbled.

"The last few times he said that and look where we are! You're sitting next to me sobbing with red wrists from handcuffs he forced onto you!" Beca pointed out.

"So?" Eliza asked.

"So?!" Beca scoffed. "You don't deserve this shit! None of it! You deserve someone who will treat you better then he does!"

"Like who?! Everyone is a zombie!" Eliza replied.

"We found survivors before and we're going to find more" Beca said. "And trust me, almost anyone is better then this piece of shit who tried to kidnap you away from here" She said.

Eliza just shook her head; leaning against Beca's shoulder. She just continued on with the sobs and cries she held in for so long. It killed Beca knowing that Eliza suffered in silence. But, Beca wasn't always a great role model for her to not suffer in silence.

Zack used to be more of a stoner then Beca was. Sometimes even harder drugs were involved. So when Eliza found Zack a few years back, Beca hated it. The two had many, many, fights about the relationship. Hell, Chloe had to even break one of their fights over Skype up once.

Beca knew Zack was trouble, but he had changed from what she had seen in the recent months. All she was thinking now though was what it was like for Eliza behind this bedroom door. She wondered if he was worse towards her then any of them had seen. And how badly would this effect Eliza's mental state?

"Why do I have a feeling it was worse then what you've told me and what he's shown us?" Beca asked softly to the woman who had her head on Beca's shoulder.

Eliza sat up and used to hoodie sleeve to wipe her tears away. She just nodded repeatedly; no words able to escape from her. A few light sobs though still trickled out from her mouth as she just kept nodding.

"Fuck, Liz" Beca muttered. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just, you should have told me. Why would you let him abuse you for that-"

"It's not abuse!" Eliza said.

"Then what do you think this is?! Because it's definitely not a healthy relationship!" She added.

"I don't know! Okay?!" She yelled back.

Beca just took a deep breath in as her eyes roamed back to the guy on the floor. She knew the girl's had a handle on Chloe. So that had to be the least of her worries. Though, that was difficult because when the woman you're in love with is getting stitches, all you want to do is get update after update each second. But, she had this to worry about. Plus Jesse and the guys were building the new bunks, so this one fell right onto Beca.

"I think I have an idea.." She said.