Panic was all she felt. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, all she could do was put one foot in front of the other as she stumbled away from the house into the night. Somewhere to her left the dog was still barking, and coming from the house she could still hear the moans and grunts of walkers. He'd stopped yelling though- stopped telling her to run.
Focus! She tried to shake herself mentally, tried to get herself to stop rushing through the graveyard into the darkness.
Daryl. You have to get Daryl. How are you going to save Daryl.
She slowed her pace forcing herself to rack her brain for ideas. She looked around her for something, anything that she could use to go back and help him. Seeing nothing besides an abandoned blue Lincoln nearby, she desperately unzipped her bag, looking for anything she could use to rescue Daryl. She pulled out the pistol they'd stashed in the bag and shakily began to reload the magazine.
"Beth!"
His voice cut through the night and relief washed over her. He'd made it. He'd gotten out alive. She opened her mouth to call him over to her when a sweaty palm clapped over her mouth and the steal butt of a gun pressed against her temple.
"Beth!" She cried out into her attackers palm but he was still too far away to hear her muted scream.
"Drop the bag 'n the gun. Or I'll shoot him dead before he even knows I'm here." The man whispered into her ear.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she let the bag fall to the ground.
"Good choice bitch. Now get in the car," the stranger murmured pressing her forward towards the Lincoln.
"Beth!" Daryl was getting closer now, and she cried out into her kidnappers palm again. Her kidnapper, hearing Daryl's approach as well, tightened his grip over Beth's mouth and speedily dragged her the remaining ten feet to the car.
She momentarily felt a rush of hope as the gun was lifted off her temple, but then he brought it back down with force and everything began to go black as she was shoved into the car and heard the engine revv to life.
"Stop! Wait!" She heard Daryl yell as the car pulled away and she started to black out.
"Poor fuck's tryna chase down the car for you," her kidnapper said, his voice full of contempt, "but yer mine now. Matter a' fact, I think I'ma keep you all to myself. Don' matter what Joe says 'bout that claimin' bullshit- ain't no way they'd lemme keep a fine piece of ass like you ta myself fer long."