Sorry about the shortness, it's hard to go off of the beginning of the tv shows, where there is little dialogue. The story will progress, it's just slow right now where I'm trying to catch up to where I need to be! Hope you enjoy this chapter! There are more to come! :)
I found myself in some trouble right after I left. It was only one walker, and I knew I could've handled it, it just caught me off guard. There I was, all ready to kill it, and stupid-head Daryl thought he was doing me a favor, and shot an arrow straight through the skull.
"I had it! I can do it! I'm not some little girl anymore. It really kinda sucks that everyone feels that way! 'Oh, poor Beth. The little girl that tried to kill herself.' I'm sick of it! I'm not that person anymore! I'm strong and I can manage!"
Daryl looked down, and the silence continued.
"Look, Daryl, I know you didn't want to be stuck with me! There were so many other people in our group that are tough like you, but I survived. And you can't comprehend how. The girl that always stood in the shadows, yeah she outlived the great ones, Michonne, Rick, Maggie. I'm alive and here and you won't even acknowledge that! I might as well just be on my own!"
Now Daryl was angry, and it was noticeable in every way possible.
"Well girl, maybe I didn't have a choice of who escaped the prison with me! Maybe I don't want no kid followin' me around, and me havin' to protect ya! If anyone's better on their own, it's me! And you best get your head on straight! Girl, you don't need nothin' to drink any damn ways. You're just a kid!"
With that response, I stormed off through the woods. Now, I mostly wanted a drink just to piss Daryl off.
He, of course, followed be, but I was to focused on alcohol to notice him.
We came across a country club after a couple of hours of walking. There has to be some form of alcohol there! Drunk rich people, right?
As soon as we walked in, all you could see was dead bodies. The stench was almost unbearable, but I had to find something. Daryl, to my disbelief, started to pick up all of the money sitting around! I didn't understand, it's worthless now anyways. I just kinda ignored him, and kept walking. We came through the first room, and into the hallway, where a clock had fallen, blocking our way through. Daryl lifted it up, and it immediately started to chime.
Ding...Ding...Ding...
It was as if someone rang the dinner bell, and, boy, were there lots to be served. Walkers came out of everywhere. Daryl grabbed my hand and pulled me through the maze-like country club. Everything is a blur when it comes to surviving. You run fast, and don't think. You just do.
We stopped in a golf store when we gained space between the walkers.
Over in the corner, someone had placed a rotten corpse over mannequin legs, and left a sign dangling over her neck, 'Rich Bitch'. I couldn't believe that people would sink that low!
"Daryl we have to get her down!"
He looked at me with confusion. "Why? She's already dead. She's not gonna getcha!"
I started to get her down, and said under my breath, "but still, she deserves better.."
Daryl, instead of helping me get her down, places a sheet over her.
"Better?" He asked. I could tell he was annoyed with my efforts.
I circled around the store, looking for any form of alcohol, but got distracted by a rack of clothes. Mine were ratty-looking, and I deserved them! So, I grabbed a bright yellow polo and a white cardigan, and changed into them.
While I was glancing into the mirror, checking out my new outfit, the moans of the walkers came back. I rushed to help, but was outshined by 'Mr. Dixon', who grabbed a golf club, and started beating the walkers one by one. I know he was just doing what he had to to survive, but he was completely inconsiderate when it came to slinging walker blood. My brand new outfit was now covered in blood from a disemboweled walker head. You can't ever look cute in a world like this, and now I was surely convinced of that.
I finished looking for the store, and walked through a door that leaded into a... Bar! I was overjoyed! I ran excitedly through the place, sorting through empty, broken bottles. Between every full bottle that I didn't find, I was losing hope.
Daryl was in the corner, throwing darts at the pictures of the founders of the club when I finally found what I was looking for!
"Peach schnapps, it's good isn't it? I guess it will have to do!" I searched for a glass, but with fail, I decided just to drink it from the bottle. As I popped the top, everything rushed back to me. Daddy was dead, I couldn't find Maggie, or the rest in the group, I was stuck with someone who both treated me like a child, and ignored me unless he had to 'save me'. I just wanted everything to be back to the way it used to be. Before all of this started. I lost everything, and had been strong nearly all the time. But not now.
I sat crying, reflecting my life, and Daryl approached. "Come on girl, you don't need that. You first drink ain't gonna be no damn peach schnapps." And with that, he threw my bottle against the wall. He pulled me out the door, and we just kept walking.