N/A That's my vision of what could happen after they finally escape from Terminus. I didn't want to explain how they did it because honestly I have no idea how they will go out of this, let me tell you they are pretty screwed! And it will also be of course my vision of Bethyl reunion! There's also going to be a lot Maggie and probably a bit of Rick as well. As they have very important roles to play in Bethyl IMO.

Please note that english is not my native language. Luckily I have a lovely beta that proofread it before it's posted. But obviously we are both human beings so some typos might have slip through.

Anyway I hope you'll enjoy!


Leaves whipped Rick's face. His leg's muscles were tight, burning; he could feel the frantic beating of his heart in every vein of his body. But he kept running. Running with the rest of the group. They got out. They escaped. Rick's told them to run. Run and never look back at what they did.

They'd barely stopped to catch their breath for hours. They needed to put as much distance between that place and them. Some had a hard time keeping up. Eugene. Carl. Glenn who's been wounded.

During this mad rush, Carl tripped over some roots pretty badly. His face hitting the ground shut down his sudden scream. Michonne stopped immediately and ran towards him.

"You okay? Carl you okay?"

"Yes… ye…"

He couldn't continue running, it was too much. He was gasping for air. They all stopped, dropping on the floor, bending over on the knees.

Rick stopped and went to his son, lying on the floor in his back with Michonne sitting on the side of him.

"Y'ok son?"

Carl nodded.

"Okay… 'kay... We can rest. Let's rest."

Rick was out of breath like the others. He was looking around in the woods, his eyes moving like a mad man, making sure they weren't followed or facing other threats.

Abraham agreed, "We should set camp. We're far enough now. No way they could've followed us. They had too much on their plate with the herd attacking them."

"We can't know for sure, let's find a safer place, we're too exposed here."

"I'll go with you, let them rest." Said Daryl, who was behind Rick.

Abraham gave Rick the rifle he sneaked out of Terminus a few hours ago. He knew Rick was their leader, he understood that, over the past few weeks trying to get out of Terminus. And he also came to realize it wasn't a good idea to try and argue with him when he saw what he was capable of and how the others relied on him. This group was tight as a tick; they were willing to do anything for each other. They were good people. And they were strong. Abraham knew it would come in handy for Eugene and him on the road to Washington, so he tried his best to keep to himself and let Rick lead so he could gain his trust.

"I'll watch guard here. Take the rifle with you."

They were pretty low on weapons. Luckily they were able to retrieve Rick's weapons' bag outside of the fence, plus those they were able to take from the Hunters at Terminus during the fight. It wasn't a lot, not enough for all of them, and they were low on ammunitions. Rick nodded in agreement and gave Daryl a quick tap on the shoulder. "Come on". Daryl followed him after giving a look at the rest.

Rick and Daryl had left for two hours when Rick came back to get them. They had found- not so far from them- some kind of cave under a big tree, a good spot to set camp for the night as the sun was starting to come down.

They all walked quietly, slowly. Very few words were exchanged. It was time to process what had happened to them this day and during the weeks they spent in Terminus. All of them had lived terrible events since the world went to shit but what they witnessed in Terminus, what people were capable of nowadays, they were not prepared for that. Not Maggie after she saw the blade of The Governor cut her father's throat. Not even Rick after he ripped a man's jugular to save his son. None of them could have imagined what human beings had now become. But they too, they were all different, they all changed. Not for the better, but for survival. And there was no time for pity or angst anymore. That's what they had become and who they were now.

Some of them didn't make it out of Terminus. Tara was gone. She saved Glenn one last time. Rosita, Bob, god knows what happened to them. They will mourn their dead later. If there's time.

After a short night of rest in a dark corner of the forest they decided to move again. Get as far away as possible from Terminus. After a few days of looking for a suitable camp the group seemed to finally feel safe. At least safer than they had in weeks.

They found a house, kind of similar to Hershel's farm, isolated, surrounded by thick woods. It wasn't empty and after the usual walker clearing Daryl, Michonne and Rick came back out and told the others to come in.

Once everyone was set up in the house and the bodies put in the backyard, they looked for food. A few cans were left behind. Their luck seemed to be back when they found two gallons of water in the basement.

But food depravation was starting to be a problem as some of them needed to heal from injuries and others were too weak to fight or even run if that was needed.

Daryl decided to go on a hunt before the night set in. He took a small gun, a long hunting knife and Len's bow and arrows they had stocked in the bag outside of Terminus that saved their life. He wasn't as good with a bow as he was with his crossbow but he couldn't have retrieved it during their escape of Terminus.

Outside the weather was getting warmer again. Winter was almost over and animals were venturing out, finding some food. It took Daryl quite some time to get used to the bow. It was heavy and he wasn't sure what the right posture to get the better shots was. He had used a bow several times before, but it had been a long time since he went on a hunt with this type of weapon and he needed some adjusting. He tried to keep focused on the task here. He didn't want to think of what happened since the prison had fallen. Especially not her. The pain and guilt were still too present in his chest. As soon as the first thought of her came to mind he couldn't focus on anything else. He hadn't got much time to think of Beth over the past weeks. It was too important to get out, get his family to safety. But now, here alone in the woods, hunting, it's all he had. His goddamn thoughts.