There was a crashing sound, then a familiar moaning that rolled through the funeral home before Beth heard Daryl call out her name. It was walkers, with her heart pounding in her chest she grabbed his crossbow and tossed it to him without thinking. When their eyes seemed to meet and demands were made for her to run Beth did that but not without arguing towards the stubborn crossbow wielder that she wasn’t going to leave him. She couldn’t, not when a horde was on his back. But there was a part of her that didn’t want to put Daryl in more danger if she tried to help him. So she zig-zagged through the hallways and grabbed her bag of supplies to swing it over her back. Looking behind herself, Beth saw it was clear and made her way towards the exit.
The moment she stepped outside she saw to the side of her a walker creeping up, but instead of attacking it Beth made a quick dash towards the trees. There was no chance the walker would have caught up to her even if it saw her. She needed to focus on getting to the road to meet Daryl so both of them could find a safer place to rest their heads. Though before she was even able to do just that she came to a skidding stop when another sound reached her ears. In a squint of her eyes, Beth looked ahead where she saw a car driving on the road she was trying to reach. Her first assumption had been it was the people who left food at the funeral home that they were able to eat. But Beth knew better than to assume such things and reached for her knife attached to her hip and tightened her grip around the handle.
Just as she began approaching closer to the car that stopped on the side of the road, Beth checked over her shoulder again for good measure to make sure no walkers were close by. Knelling down to hide behind the bushes and trees surrounding her Beth watched as the men who got out of the car began to search the area while another came close to the bushes she was hiding in to relieve himself. In a quiet gag, Beth looked away and shifted on her feet to maneuver away. But as she did this the sound of branches breaking under her from her weight emitted a sound. It was enough to stop the man from unzipping his pants and reach for his weapon instead to begin his search.
Beth could have cursed at herself for alerting the man, but little did she see through the dark that there was a third man and he began circling around the bushes where Beth was hiding. Before she had time to react or move away her petite frame was holstered up and her back was pinned to a man’s chest restraining her from escaping. But that didn’t stop Beth from struggling, or letting out a scream that undoubtedly would draw walkers towards her.
“Look what we got here boys.” The man spoke from behind Beth in a thick voice. “Whats a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”
“Screw you.” Beth hissed back while keeping a watchful eye for the walkers that might have crept up on them. Or even Daryl, who most likely should have made it to her by now… But he was nowhere in sight, just where was he? Did he get out of the funeral home in time?
In a low chuckle, the man’s grip over Beth tightened. Somewhere during the struggle, Beth dropped her knife so the man hadn’t seen it or heard it hit the ground. “Maybe you’re not alone? Tell us do you have a friend out here with you? I promise we’ll take good care—”
But Beth didn’t give the man a chance to finish as the heel of her boot came stomping down onto the man’s foot. This gave Beth the chance to pull away from him when his grip loosened and reach down to pick up her knife. In that same motion, she turned to point her weapon at the man who came charging at her in frustration. The last thing Beth wanted to do was hurt another person, but they were giving her no choice but to defend herself by using her knife that plunged under the man’s jaw and stopping him in his tracks.
As warm thick blood spewed out of his mouth and onto her hands, Beth jerked the blade free. Her adrenaline was pumping, making it so her hands shook with a mixture of fear and shock. With wide blue eyes, she turned to the other two men when the first one fell to the ground to bleed out. “Stay back.” She demanded with a point to each of them. They too shared the same shocked look, but it was because of something else behind her. When she looked at to what they were staring at she saw a group of walkers slinking their way towards her. All she could do at that point was mutter. “Crap…”
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He pictured staying at the funeral home for a while, a couple weeks—maybe a couple months. Life didn’t work like that though, you didn’t always get what you wanted. One stupid mistake and it all came crashing down, he was quick to answer the door to get out of having a PERSONAL conversation. He thought it was the dog, he wanted to lure it inside—for Beth.
Instead it was a small herd, pushing through and claiming the home. All he could think about was Beth and how he had to protect her. They needed to get out of there. He drew them away so she could sneak out the front door, he’d meet her on the road. That was the plan.
He was stuck inside longer than he wanted to be, while he was focused on staying alive—his mind kept drifting to BETH . Did she make it out okay? What if she ran into trouble? He did his best to focus on himself because he wouldn’t be able to protect her if he was dead. He knew that she didn’t need protecting though, that didn’t stop him from wanting to protect her.
Finally he made it out of the house, heavy breaths escaping his lips as he looked around—the blonde was nowhere in sight and he could feel himself start to panic. He quickly bent down to examine the tracks, it looked like she made a quick dash for the trees and he took off, crossbow in hand.
Once he got to the trees he saw the body first and then Beth and two others. He was ready to shoot and not ask any questions but they had a SHOCKED expression on their face, he turned around and saw the group of walkers heading right toward them.
The archer didn’t even have a chance to catch his breath before grabbing Beth by the arm to lead her in the opposite direction. Away from the walkers, away from the stranger. “C’mon.” He murmured before dashing deeper into the trees. He wasn’t sure how long they were running, it was likely minutes but it felt like hours. It was dark, the only thing lighting the way was the full moon and the stars.
Daryl finally stopped when they reached a large tree in the woods, up above was a tree house, it would be a fine place to rest till morning. He wanted to investigate first. He looked around before moving to climb the ladder, throwing open the latch and climbing inside. No walkers, no people, looked like some kids hideout before the world went to shit. Inside there were snacks, comic books, sodas, a small tube tv and a couple bean bag chairs.
“C’mon up.”He said down the latch, once he saw it was safe. He rummaged around his back pack pulling out a candle and lighting it up so they could both see.
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