It is my wish for you to know these first chapters are strictly to get Beth back to the Grimes Gang as soon as possible. They were written before we knew exactly where she was and to be honest, I avoid thinking of the hospital as much as I can. I'm still mourning. Rip Beth.
Just breathe.
Drip drip drip. The monotonous sound was driving her mad. Beth Greene looked at her reflection for the first time in weeks. The mirror was cracked, distorting her reflection into shapes resembling a fun house mirror. She thought she looked tired, too skinny. The only stomach in the room rumbled deeply. She couldn't remember the last time she had had a proper meal. That then made her wonder whether or not the definition of 'proper meal' had changed since the outbreak.
Small voices whispered on the other side of the only way out. The blonde pressed herself against the wall next to the door. Brick in hand, she stood at the ready. It's either them or me, had been her slogan since she had last seen Daryl. "Oh Daryl," she sighed, "If you could see me now." It had been approximately two months since the abduction. Give or take a couple weeks: Beth wasn't even sure what month it was. She had been kept in the dark for the entire duration of her stay. Up until today, she hadn't come in contact with anyone in this place. The voices behind the door faded.
She knew morning had arrived; the sun cast tiny beams of light through the boarded-up windows. She had made a mental note of which way was east. There was a nail sticking out of the boards: she had already used it to cut the rope that bound her hands behind her back. The floor, littered with debris and water, was filthy. It could have been a bathroom. She couldn't call it a bathroom- it had been stripped of all definition. It was sad. A bathroom is thought of as a place of comfort, not a hole in the ground and a leaky sink. Though she wasn't leaking, Beth felt she could relate to this bathroom. She too, had lost her definition. She quickly stood up and paced the room. Carefully sifting through the rubble she found a jagged piece of mirror. Her pale blue eye stared back at her. Using the rope, she cautiously wrapped it around the thickest edge of glass.
"Hello?" An apprehensive voice called from the other side of the door. Beth crept to the door. "Now listen, I don't have to do this. I know you haven't eaten so stand up against the opposite wall and I will open the door and throw in a bag. Don't try anything because I have a weapon. And I'm not afraid to use it." She heard hands fumbling keys around, but nothing else. He didn't have to come, and he most certainly should not have come alone. Beth had a decision to make and only a split second to a make it. The door swung open, she held her breath. A man of small stature leaned into the room. As he threw the bag, Beth plunged the homemade dagger into his throat.