Finding Her Fire

I own nothing! Everything belongs to Robert Kirkman and AMC.

Just a warning I know the punctuation is a little off. I've had to live with open office and let me tell you it SUCKS!

I speak like a Dixon therefore I write like one. There will be swearing

"shut the fuck up! We gotta a herd comin'. Well over a thousand walkers." Beth stood at Daryl's words.

she watched as the group poured out of the house, all preparing to fight. Shane and Rick who had been in a screaming match about Randal, were now screaming at each other about what to do. Shane was for fighting, rick for running. Beth looked out at the bodies dragging themselves closer to the house. She knew there was no way. The farm was falling.

Beth ran out the back door, headed to the shed where Randal was kept. The group may still be deciding if he lives or dies, but if Randal stayed where he was, then he stood no chance.

Beth opened the door to the shed, and looked around. There was no one in sight, but a set of twisted handcuffed laid on the floor. Beth stood confused for a moment before hands grabbed at her. Beth tried to scream, but a hand covered her mouth and another pressed a knife against her neck.

"scream and I'll slit your fucking throat bitch!"

Beth was helpless as Randal dragged her out of the shed, and towards the woods.

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Beth cried silently as she heard the three men talking. Randal had dragged her for several miles, somehow avoiding any walkers, to a farms lower meadows. Before the dead rose, it had been the Smith's farm. Now it was occupied by what remained of Randal's group, and Beth knew she was in deep trouble. The men had tied her hands and feet and dropped her on the ground.

"at least I got her out of this." Randal growled as he walked up to Beth

"please, don't..." Beth cringed away as Randal ran his hand down her leg.

"come here, you little bitch!" Beth screamed as Randal pulled her down, ripping at her clothes.

"stop please! Help me!" Beth sobbed as Randal grabbed at her chest, tearing her shirt.

The other two men laughed as they stood back, letting Randal attack Beth. Beth prepared for the worst, before the two men froze.

"what the fuck?" "who is that?" the men spoke over each other as a truck barreled into the field. Large and black, it picked up speed. The men looked at the truck for a moment before realizing it was headed straight for them. They ran in two different directions, but not fast enough. The truck slammed into the first man, running him under the tire, before fish tailing and striking the second man. The truck pulled around, backing over the second man before flying forward. The truck pulled up a few feet from where Randal now stood.

Randal opened his mouth but failed to speak before a bullet flew thru his forehead. He dropped to the ground as the truck came to a stop.

Beth lay terrified on the ground. She had never seen such violence in her life, and was now frightened that she was about to die. She couldn't see the truck well now, but when she heard the door open, Beth trembled. She rolled into a fetal position before tightly closing her eyes.

Beth heard foot steps approaching, and stop close by. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and screamed.

"shut up will you! Wanna bring the walkers down on us?!" a harsh voice spoke out, and Beth opened her eyes. Towering over her was a tall man, with a mean face and a bandaged stump for a right hand. Beth swallowed before speaking.

"they're already coming. Randal, he grabbed me from my farm. There's a herd." Beth sobbed out. The man glared at her for a moment before looking to the trees. Beth followed his line of sight and felt sick. Walkers were pouring out of the trees, already tearing at the dead bodies and headed closer.

"come on!" the man screamed before reaching down and pulling Beth to her feet. Beth tried to walk, but her feet were still bound.

"Fuck!" the man suddenly grabbed Beth, throwing her over his shoulder before running to the truck. Beth was once again helpless as the walkers pressed in. just as one reached out to grab her, the man spun around, stabbing the walker in the head. A few more feet and he threw her into the truck before jumping in himself. Beth struggled and sat up in her seat, as the man threw the truck in drive and pulled away, walkers chasing them down.

Beth sat silently crying as the truck flew down the road. The man on her left looked over at her.

"this farm of yours, Where's it at?"

Beth jumped at his voice but found her own quickly. "a few miles away. The group was fighting off the walkers, but there's too many. They probably had to run."

the man swore and slammed his hand on the windshield. "how big of a herd?"

Beth dropped her head. "i don't know. Daryl said-"

the man spun to Beth, barely concentrating on the road. "Daryl? Daryl Dixon?"

Beth was surprised at his sudden attitude change and shrank back against the door.

the man looked at her hard. "i ain't gonna hurt you! Come on: Daryl Dixon. Just under 6 foot. Blue eyes. Carries a crossbow."

Beth nodded shakily. "Yeah. He came with a group that joined us on the farm after they lost a little girl. "

the man swore before looking off in the distance. "is he alright? Anything wrong?"

Beth thought hard, she hadn't known Daryl well, but this man obviously knew him. " he got hurt, the day he brought Sophia home."

"hurt? How bad?" the man looked over at Beth, very worried for an instant before looking out at the road.

"he got bucked by a horse, fell down a cliff. From what my dad said, he landed on an arrow on the way down. Daryl somehow pulled the arrow out, before coming back. Found Sophia on the way. But when he got back Andrea shot him."

"what?!" the man looked enraged and Beth shrunk back against the door again. She still didn't know this man, and his emotions were all over the place.

" fuck I said I ain't gonna hurt you. Just... Daryl's my baby brother. I been lookin' all over for him." the man looked down at Beth

Beth nodded and looked back. The man was older, probably in his 40s. His right arm ended in a bandaged stump and he wore clothes Beth associated with bikers.

"he was okay, she just grazed his temple. My dad stitched him up, he had took two days to rest and was back on his feet. Last time I saw him, he was part of the group that was firing at the herd."

Beth pulled herself higher in the seat try to move about with her hands and feet still bound. The man saw her struggles and pulled to a stop. Beth sat quietly as he cut the ropes that tied her.

"well sugar, lets see if we can find our people." the man stated as he pulled away.

"Beth"

the man looked at her for a moment with a quirked eye brow.

"my name is Beth Greene" Beth said quietly.

"Merle Dixon"