Hello! This is actually my very first fan fiction. I just wanted to share how I envisioned Beth's survival. I really do love The Walking Dead with all my heart, but Beth's death really broke my heart. So I decided to begin writing what I wished would have gone down. It picks up right when Noah escapes Grady Memorial, except Beth gets out too! I just wanted to post what I have so far, even though it isn't much. I've got some really good ideas to write about, and I'm really excited. So yeah. Enjoy. (Warning, I'm a sucker for a good romance, so Bethyl is involved in the near future.)

BETH

Beth was running for her life out of Grady Memorial Hospital. Walkers were surrounding her from almost every direction. She was beginning to panic, but then she remembered Daryl was waiting for her. She was so used to fighting with Daryl, she missed him. Noah was fighting in front of her for his life. He said he wasn't a weakling, and he was right. He was holding his own as best he could. He fought nothing like Daryl did, he was messier. He wasn't as practiced and moved slower.

Daryl was all she had anymore, so she had to fight to see him again.

Beth looked around and realized they were in a parking lot. There was a chain link fence towards the other end. She stabbed a walker in the head and took off for the hole in the fence. Noah was close behind her stabbing along the way. They both slipped through the fence and ran as fast as their legs would carry them. She heard gun fire as soon as they slipped through. Shards of concrete flew as the bastard cops from the hospital shot at her feet.

There were walkers all over the road. Beth and Noah stuck together and fought as they went. For never fighting together they were doing well. Noah may have been living in a cushy hospital for the past year, but he stayed in shape. He never missed a beat, running off of the adrenaline of escaping, despite his injured leg. The cops must've been discouraged by the terrifying amount of walkers because they didn't follow.

"We gotta find shelter, regroup. We need supplies," Noah grunted as he took out his fourteenth walker.

"I know," Beth panted. "Let's just get outta this herd and start headin' outta the city."

They kept going as fast as they safely could. Beth took out more than she could count. There was no way she was going to die in Atlanta. She had come to far to go out like this.

Noah grunted as he pushed off a putrid walker and sloppily stabbed it's skull. He had never really been in this kind of situation. He knew he was on the verge of panicking, but knew if he panicked he was dead. The thought of his family in Virginia was the only thing keeping him going for real. The twins, his mom, all the others of his old group. Nothing could stop him now that he was out of Grady Memorial.

"C'mon! Down that alley!" Beth said. They took off down an empty alley. Well, empty of "living" walkers. There were dead bodies lining the walls and putrified corpses in huge piles. The dumpsters were overflowing with the the dead. Apparently someone had tried to clean up the place, Beth thought morbidly.

"Look, there's a fire escape latter," Noah said. The walkers were flowing into the alley. If they got trapped in the alley, they knew they were dead.

Noah's injured leg up until this point hadn't seriously hindered him. Climbing would be a challenge though. Beth began to climb the pile of corpses to reach the fire escape's latter. She never gagged anymore, she was so used to it. Noah on the other hand looked like he was ready to puke.

Beth reached the top of the pile, and jumped for the latter. The latter came down, screeching the entire time. As soon as it was down, the walkers fell upon them again. Beth jumped from the four foot pile of walkers and began to stab.

"Hurry! Get up the latter!" Beth hollered at Noah. Noah climbed the pile clumsily and started up. Beth kept fighting on the ground, and pulled out her small hand gun as a last resort. She quickly took out eight walkers to be safe.

Beth scrambled up the pile and was on the third rung of the latter when two walkers latched onto her leg. At that moment she felt pure fear. She screamed out of utter shock, and kicked. Beth never fought harder in her life.

Noah heard Beth's frantic scream and reacted immediately. He whipped his pistol out, and fired at the head of the evil shits attached to her. The walkers fell to the pile and Beth hurried up the latter to safety.