Chapter 2

Beth moved to the side just as the weapon came into contact with her bare arm. She yelled out and fell to the ground, clutching her forearm. Joe had taken off the ropes around her hands before all of this. Daryl dropped the golf club and stared down at her. His jaw was clenched. He was furious at the people around him for making him to that to Beth. He wanted to kneel down beside her to make sure she was alright.

She didn't look very good: her face was coated in bruises and her ankle was still pretty screwed up. This made Daryl want to punch the next group member he saw. But he just clenched his fists as tight as possible, his nails digging into his palm. Joe came up to Daryl and pat him on the back, unsuspecting. Then he looked at the rest of the men.

"You know what? Why don't we leave Daryl alone with the girl? Do what he wants." Daryl almost gagged in disgust at what he was suggesting he do to Beth. Beth felt shivers down her spine and immediate terror about what the other people may do to her. She stood and pulled her hand away as they walked out to reveal a big bruise on her forearm.

As soon as the other people fled from the room, Daryl grabbed Beth and embraced her. He felt that he could finally breathe when she hugged back tightly. "They drugged me. They drugged me and threw me in their car, then beat me." He just hugged her tighter.

After he pulled away, Beth asked him "how are we going to get out of here?" "I don't know. But I'm keeping you safe." he said. Beth suddenly screamed a throaty scream, but her facial expression didn't change. Daryl started to panic when she stopped. "What? What's wrong?" "Just making it sound like you're doing what they think you are."

Daryl felt guilt deep down in his stomach. He made a promise to himself to get them both out of there alive. "I'll be back sometime. Try to stay alive." Beth nodded and Daryl turned his back and stepped out of the room. After he left she sprawled out of the ground and pretended to be passed out, just in case Joe or somebody else came in.

When Daryl walked out, expecting heads turned toward him. He faked a small, devilish smile. "She's out cold. Probably won't be awake for hours." Then he went back to his spot on the ground. All of the other cars were "claimed," which Daryl still had trouble understanding that part of this group. He wouldn't have to.

Daryl was planning on getting himself and Beth out of this place and away from these people as soon as possible, when he could. His plan was to fit in with the group and pretend to be one of them, then when the time came, he would leave with Beth.

A small part of him deep down, though, wondered about other possibilities. Bad ones. Like, what if they killed Beth when he was asleep, and he would be all alone in this world again? Or, what if they figured out what was going on and decided to murder them both.

Shivers went down his spine as he thought of these things. In this situation, he just hoped for the best. He thought of a plan. In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, he would sneak in the room, grab Beth, and run. Run far away.

Everybody was still awake and there was already a flaw in Daryl's plan. Thankfully, the group had left Beth alone for the rest of the day, but someone was always on watch. Daryl cursed inside his head when Joe had asked Len to stay in front of the door for the night.

"Len, it's your turn to take watch for the girl." Joe jerked his head in the direction of the door. Daryl's head whipped around so he could look at him. Len had an annoyed expression on his face. If ya' don't wanna take watch, I can." he offered. Len looked at him and his face changed. His eyes narrowed at Daryl and a smile spread on his face. "No. No, I'll do it."

Joe nodded at him. "Alright." then he turned towards the rest of the warehouse where everyone was scattered around. " Time to turn in, men." they agreed. It had already been dark for a few hours and the only light to illuminate the place was the occasional lantern that some of them had individually.

They turned out the light and Daryl lied his head on this trash bag, basically blind in the warehouse. Another flaw. Nobody said anything else. Everything was quiet until somebody started to snore. Then another person. Daryl remembered how it was so much quieter at the prison, where everyone had their own space and sleeping areas. He also remembered how it wasn't very quiet when a hole was blown in the wall from a tank. The Governor.

Back in the other room, Beth was pacing as best as she could with her foot lagging behind her every step that she took. It was pitch black inside, but she had the steps memorized that she took before she ran into the wall. After many rounds of pacing, her ankle was throbbing. She gave herself a reason to stop when the door started to open.

Beth quickly dropped to the side of the room against the wall. She didn't want to be cornered, yet she didn't want to be out in the open. Heavy boots stepped in the room and the footsteps were very audible. They faltered a few times and she knew it wasn't Daryl.

"Eh, girlie?" a voice slurred. She recognized the voice right away. Len. The steps abruptly stopped and Beth was holding her breath at this point. "I know where you are, Girlie?" He was right next to her, now. His breath smelled of alcohol. He suddenly grabbed her arm and gripped it as tight as he could then hauled her up off of the ground. He shoved a gag into her mouth and spun her around to face him. She still had her handcuffs off, though.

When he tried to slap her, she grabbed his hand and twisted it back. She remembered when her dad had tried to teach her self defense once by making her go to a class, and she always lost the fight. This one she was determined to win this one. He gave a small yell and Beth took the gag out of her mouth and kneed Len in the chest, like she had with Joe.

He leaned over and she kicked him backwards so that he would fall over. Another person came running up to the door, but Beth couldn't make out who it was. "Beth?" it whispered. Daryl. Beth sighed in relief, then was grabbed from behind. Cold metal went up against her throat, cutting off her airway. It was a knife. "Come one step closer and this blade goes right through yer little friend's throat."

A/N: Hello people of Earth! I'm really excited for this story, and HOLY CRAP WE GOT 20 FOLLOWS ON THE FIRST CHAP! AND 15 FAVES! THAT IS INSANE! Thank you SO, SO much to anybody that likes this story or favorite it or followed it or reviewed it! THANK YOU SO MUCH! For the 20 follows that we got, I'm dedicating this chapter to everyone that favorite, followed, and reviewed this story! Thx for reading! New chap on Sunday or Monday, probably.