The cold wind whipped through Beth's blonde ponytail as she attempted to clamber out the small window of the funeral home. She could hear the walkers gurgling and moaning behind her and in the house. All she could think about was Daryl and if he was even still alive as she dropped to the ground outside.
Tears stung her eyes as she followed Daryl's desperate plea to run to the driveway. The murky blackness of night swallowed her vision, and she panicked as she heard the cacophony of walkers all around. She reached for the knife Daryl had entrusted her with, and she drew it out of its leather sheath. A female walker came into her visual field as another latched onto her backpack from behind. Sheer fright bubbled up inside of her tiny body as she writhed out of her pack and stabbed the walker behind her in the temple. Beth turned and darted away from the female walker and she fled back towards the house.
She couldn't leave Daryl. She just had to help.
Beth leapt over the walker detection trap in the doorway and landed on her bad ankle. She winced in pain and struggled up to the busted down door. Upon entering, she looked around for Daryl, but he was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, more walkers staggered through the door and advanced on Beth. Panicked, Beth limped toward the piano room.
Where are you Daryl? She thought.
The dozen walkers were gaining on her quickly, and she knew she couldn't fight them alone. "Daryl!" She screamed, but the din of walker growls smothered her cry. Beth knew she was cornered as she surveyed the room. There was nowhere to escape and the walkers were only getting closer to her. She started pushing down the chairs in the room to impede the path of the walkers who desired to make her their next meal. Her breathing came in small spurts as her anxiety buzzed in her chest.
Daryl's coffin from the night before came into view, and Beth hopped in without a thought and slammed the lid shut.
The walkers began to moan and groan as they raked their grimy nails across the top of the coffin in an effort to extract Beth. Beth held her knife at ready as the walkers continued to grind on the coffin. All Beth could see was utter darkness. All Beth could think about was Daryl.
Daryl ran outside in search of Beth. He was shaken up badly after his ordeal with the walkers downstairs, and he just wanted to grab Beth to take them to safety.
"Please Beth, be at the driveway," He thought.
As Daryl emerged from the cover of the trees, he saw Beth's pack on the drive. Then, the noise of a car made him look up. A black car, with a white cross on the back window, barreled up the driveway.
White, hot panic boiled up inside of him. Daryl roared her name into the night as he lit out down the drive after the only thing he had left in the world.