A/N Hey guys, I'm back! I've finally got inspiration for an It's Time To Run sequel, after seeing the season 5 trailer. I hope you all enjoy this one as you did It's Time to Run. These chapters might be a little short so I'm sorry, but I'll try my best to make them longer.
Beth POV
She awoke to the sound of creaking. It automatically made her jump; any unexpected or eerie sound did that to her these days. God, I'm such a wuss, she thought, rolling over once again.
Her fingers stretched out on the mattress and she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt Daryl's warmth reach them. The two shared the only bed in the little cabin they had stumbled upon, which Beth secretly loved. She loved being close to him, feeling his warmth. It gave her comfort and a feeling of safety.
The creaking resumed for a couple moments, which made Beth sigh in irritation. There was no way she was going to get back to sleep now. For some reason she couldn't explain it put her on edge. She tried taking deep breaths to calm down like she did back at the farm; they seemed to help back then.
They weren't helping now, though. Not tonight.
She kept trying for a few minutes, with no success. She could feel herself hyperventilating, on the edge of a panic attack. No, no, no, she told herself. I'm stronger than this. I won't have another panic attack. Not again.
"Daryl," she whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. "I'm going to go outside for a minute to catch some air. I'll take a knife with me."
He grunted his acknowledgement and rolled back over, still tired. Normally he'd be awake and would have gone with her.
She grabbed her knife from the table and walked outside onto the small patio. The cool air felt good on her now sweating face. "This should do the trick," she murmured to herself. It was making her feel better already.
Out of nowhere, something struck Beth from behind, making her drop her knife. It went flying across the patio, out of her reach. She fell, hard, and spun around to face her attacker. She tried to scramble backwards but someone was already there and kicked her shoulder hard, making her cry out in pain. One of the assailants picked Beth up despite all her struggling; they were far too strong for her.
Help...she tried to scream, but her mouth made no sound. The other person had clamped his hand over her mouth. She kept fighting them until the strong scent of chloroform made her pass out, slumping helplessly into her captors arms.
She woke up several hours later in the trunk of a car, alone and utterly terrified.