Chapter One: I Know I Could, But I Wont Run
"I was trying to find the kids to get them on the bus." Beth explained, her voice shaking as she tried to get enough air into her lungs, exhausted from her search through the walker infested prison. She didn't think she would find anyone else and wasn't surprised to see the bus was no longer there.
"We gotta go, Beth." Daryl said, keeping his voice as calm as he could while reloading his weapon. They were in the center of the prison year, watching it burn down around them.
"What about Judith? I have to find her." she replied, turning her back to him, ready to take off.
"Hey." he snapped, reaching out to grab her wrist as more and more walkers picked themselves up off the cement and staggered towards them. "Everyone is gone. We don't know where she was last and she aint your responsibility. We gotta go." he pressed, pulling her back towards him.
"I don't care if she aint my responsibility. She is defenseless and these are bad people. I wont let them take her when I have a chance to protect her. You have a chance to leave, Daryl. Take it." and with that she tore her wrist out of his grip and sprinted towards the cell blocks. She knew that going inside meant being trapped in there like a mouse in a cage but she didn't care. She had been the one looking after Judith since she was born. She was the one who sang to her and put her to sleep at night. She was the one who was there, ready to protect her if things ever turned to shit. And they had.
And she was prepared to find her. The fact that she had now cornered herself inside a crumbling building with walkers on all sides didn't seem to phase her as much as hearing the door slam open and closed once again behind her. She didn't know if her eyes had ever shown such puzzlement and anger as they did when they locked with Daryl Dixons blue ones from across the entrance of the prison.
"What are you doing here? I told you to leave and find the others." she exclaimed, furious at him for putting his life in danger for a mission all her own.
"And I told you that we had to get outta here. Looks like neither 'f us is too good at listenin."
"You could've caught up with the bus, you idiot!" tears springing to her eyes as walkers began to pound on the only door between them and the outside. "You could've survived this."
"And lived knowin you was trapped in here with all them walkers around ya? Fuck that. We are getting that little girl and the three of us is getting the hell outta here." And with that he took his belt from his jeans and secured it around the handles of the steel door, hoping to earn them an extra moment or two when they finally did burst the door down.
"Now let's move." he shouted, pushing her forward with his large hand between her shoulder blade, leading her down stairs to the last place he had seen the baby.
Ok you guys. This is my first walking dead story so lemme know if you want to read more. I will most likely be writing though the night, provided my 2 year old son isn't up all night coughing, poor thing :( Leave your reviews for me please. love to hear from all of you. And as always, Beth/Daryl forever