She kept running as fast as she could into the night. She chose a direction at random not knowing if it would lead her into a trap. She was ready though. She has killed the living so that she could live and she was ready to do it again if she had to. Her clothes were covered in blood which was not her own. She was beginning to lose her breath when she stopped to lean on a tree. She looked back and saw the beams from the flashlights in the distance. They were getting closer. If they caught her they would rip her to pieces for what she did to the leaders.
Beth began to run again when she suddenly ran into a walker. She didn't scream. She dodged the walker's bite to push past it and then noticed four more walkers in her path. She was now surrounded with three of the walkers in front of her and a walker behind her with the "staff" of the hospital behind it. Beth had to think quickly. She decided to grab the walker behind her and stab it in back of the head. She then held it up in front of her as she walked towards the staff. The staff ran into the group of walkers. Three shots were immediately fired and the walkers fell leaving the lone walker in front of Beth. One of the staff members scolded the others about saving the bullets for "her". Then Beth felt a kick from the front as the walker she held before her was knocked down. Beth fell with it hitting the ground hard, not daring to move or react in any way. The night sky was on her side. No one noticed Beth behind the walker. The staff quickly disappeared into the darkness to find her. Beth stayed with the dead walkers for a while until she could no longer hear any moment, walker or person.
Beth headed in a different direction, hoping to find some shelter before the sun came up. She was quickly losing the night sky which had been her main shield against the dangers that lay before her. She was weak and thirsty and couldn't remember her last minuscule meal. She stumbled upon a small home in the middle of the forest. She was fearful to go inside because it was the most likely spot for them to find her if she were to take shelter in it. She watched the small home for any signs of walkers or people. After about an hour, she slowly went inside and banged on some walls to get the attention of any dormant walkers. None came so Beth began looking for food. She found a jar of pig's feet. This made Beth smile as she thought of her friend. It was a strange feeling to smile again, even if it was only a fleeting moment. Beth also found some sardines and a jar of pickles. She decided to leave the pig's feet for the next houseguest.
Beth could not stay in the cozy house, she simply felt too vulnerable there. She found a small shed just big enough for her to hide in. She desperately needed to sleep and move on. Beth woke up several hours later extremely dehydrated. She needed water quickly. She stumbled as she rose to her feet. She was thirsty and sore from the fall with the walker the previous night. She waited as long as possible before leaving the shed. She had no choice. If she stayed any longer she would only grow weaker. Her only focus was on water. She hoped that she would find it and quickly be able to continue her journey wherever it might take her. Before long, to her amazement, she began to hear what sounded like a stream in the distance. After walking a few more steps she could hear it louder. She stumbled again as she approached the running water. She crawled to it and cupped her hand to take a drink. She drank several handfuls before splashing her face with water. Never had water felt and tasted so life giving. As she slowly opened her eyes she noticed a man's shoes a few inches away from her. Beth froze. She slowly looked up to face the man who would likely take her life. The sun blinded her as she tried to make eye contact with him. She was not going to cower down during her last moments. Suddenly the man fell to his knees before her causing Beth to jump back. She quickly turned and got to her feet to run away when she heard him say in a low familiar voice, "Beth". She stopped and very slowly looked back at him with fear and disbelief in her eyes. There, on his knees in the water, covered in blood, dirt, and bruises, was her dear friend, Daryl.