Novel & Cerita How Old Is Beth From Walking Dead

*SETH’S POV* *(3 YEARS LATER & 2 MONTHS LATER)* *JUNE* • **Amira**: 3 years old (D.O.B: December 18) • **Seth**: 22 years old (D.O.B: October 21) • **Nate**: 22 years old (D.O.B: October 28) I sat in the living room of our apartment, flipping through some notes. It was the end of my junior year of college, and I wasn’t studying for anything in particular—just keeping busy while I waited for Nathan to get home.

She decided, and stepped past me into the apartment. "You haven't done much packing yet, have you?" "Nope. Been pretty busy. But I've taken the whole week off, and will be alternating between working on the new house, packing and moving." I closed the door, and stepped further into the apartment. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Yeah, something with vodka." Beth didn't drink. Never had in my presence. She was definitely underage, I didn't think she was even interested. I had been thinking along the lines of a soda or water.

“We’d be at your funeral.” ************* After breakfast, I linked up with Kade again and together, we went to our room. On our way, we ran into Beth. Kade groaned and walking ahead, leaving just me and her. She pulled me to the side hurriedly. I blinked at her, about to ask what her problem was, when I caught the look in her eyes. She looked uneasy, almost... worried? I narrowed my gaze. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. "I know I don’t like you that much," Beth began, her voice hushed and her eyes darting glances over her shoulder like someone might be listening. "But I can tell you’re not a bad person."

"Who knows how many of my lovely people will be dead by next week?" I took a step back, wondering what she was up to with this act. Was she trying to set me up? "You aided the sickness in killing Martha!" Beth said, crowding into me. "Oh, poor Martha. That sweet, gentle girl. She always bowed in respect to greet me and now you've killed her." The surrounding crowd stirred slightly. Whatever Beth was doing was working. She still exerted some Luna control over them. I could sense their mood shifting.

Power thrummed through the wood beneath her feet, responding to her presence. Elena sat, attempting to meditate as Morgan instructed. Instead, her mind churned with questions and fears. Six months felt like forever when every day meant Theo growing without her. A knock interrupted her spiral. "Come in," she called, expecting Jake. Instead, a woman entered…perhaps thirty, with scars across her neck and wary eyes. "I'm Beth. Morgan asked me to check on you." "I'm fine, thank you." Beth studied her with the directness of someone who'd survived too much to bother with social niceties. "No, you're not. None of us are fine when we first arrive."

Akira stepped inside slowly, still unsure what to make of the entire situation. Beth closed the door behind them with a soft click and turned around with a warm, almost motherly expression on her face. She was in her late thirties, with deep smile lines etched into her cheeks and a low, calming voice that somehow made everyone listen to her when she spoke—even when they didn’t want to. “Here,” she said, patting the thin mattress. “We’ll share. I know it’s tight, but it’s clean. And quiet. No Thalia.”

Bethany comes to her side while a whinny Bella holds onto her hand. Bella is almost 4 now and beautiful. Bethany and Brooke always tell us how much she looks like her dad which makes them smile. She is loved by so many people here and has all the family that she needs but still, she is always told about the family that was lost that awful day.

He had no other family atleast none he has ever met before. "If you're ok with it you can come live with me." Beth spoke up. Her parents died when she was still very young and she herself had been taken in by a kindly older women when she was 6 years old. Although Christopher was older and the situation a little different she still could not help but to relate a little bit.

“It would be nice to have your sister around, for a change.” Beth was Paul’s older step sister. She, unlike Paul, had managed to get away from the town and into a nice college. She was only a year older then him at 19, but had an air of maturity about her, and often went out of her way to keep her brother out of trouble. “It would be nice to see her again,” said Paul. “It’s been a while.”

Beth lovingly stroked Gia’s cheek. She had been Gia’s patient for nearly three years. It was natural for them to be close despite their age difference—Gia was twenty-nine, while Beth was nearly seventy. "Is Mr. Norad coming soon?" Gia pushed Beth's wheelchair out of the therapy room, heading toward the hospital waiting area. "Yes. He's getting coffee in the cafeteria," Beth replied, glancing at a message from her husband on her phone, which she was holding at arm's length because she had forgotten her reading glasses.