The next day came and went much like the one before it. No walkers, no wild animals and no humans. Beth was alone and she felt it deep in her soul. She wondered if the group had come back to finish off her funeral service. She wondered if it mattered. Beth felt detached from everything around her, she knew that she had to fight to survive but she wasn't sure she had the fight in her. She was piecing things together in her mind but nothing was concrete or made logical sense. What she had come to was, someone tried to kill her that much was obvious. Who it was wasn't so clear. She had the scene in her head, with the people in the hallway on opposite sides, like a face-off. The rest is blank.
Why would anyone want to kill Beth?
Fighting the urge to crawl into a ball with half of her body she had control over Beth got to her feet and headed to the bathroom. After splashing water on her face she forced half a can of beans in her belly, this time they were warm since she had figured out the gas stove. It wasn't much but it was something to keep her going even if she wasn't sure she wanted to. Another dose of mystery antibiotics down her throat and a glass of water later Beth was ready to close her eyes and forget this clusterfuck of a life she had found herself in.
The next morning she found herself startled awake my moans coming from the window in the main room. Beth had foolishly forgot to close the window before succumbing to sleep the night before. It was only open a crack but it was enough for one walker to stick his lifeless fingers through. He brought some of his undead buddies with him too. There were three of them grunting and groaning with hunger for Beth's young flesh. Using the rusty shovel Beth forced the fingers of the walker back through the window and closed in without harm to herself. What a way to wake up she thought. No need for alarms anymore just undead humans to get you going for the day, screw caffeine. The three walkers were up against the cabin making a terrible racket. They needed to be taken care of and with Beth's less than optimistic view of the world and her place in it she didn't think twice about taking them out. Marching out the door and down the stairs with her left arm along for the ride Beth flipped the knife from it's dormancy in her belt she was ready to go all the while running on pure adrenaline. Crunch, stab and down went the first one, smoosh of a skull with her boot; one down, two to go. The next two weren't as easy; they both went at her at once. Catching her off guard Beth fell back and ended up with one of the walkers lunged on top of her she managed to stab the bastard in the eye and into its brain. His partner in crime was about to get on Beth's level when she managed to free herself from under the second walker. Not today, she thought. There was still fight in her and she'd be damned to go out this way. With a flick of her wrist Beth stabbed number three with ease of a seasoned walker killer. She didn't know how she fell into this so easily but she wasn't upset by it. She felt powerful as she stood over the three finally dead corpses. As weird as it was to be proud of killing something, Beth knew she had protected herself and that was enough for her at that moment. She knew she wanted to live and if the thought of checking out ever crossed her mind again she would remember this, this feeling of confidence of being able to protect herself and her sanctuary.
With the mornings activities behind her Beth wanted to make a plan to find more food and maybe a change of clothes. It didn't seem like a big dream but in this world, well, it wasn't as easy as driving down to the mall for the afternoon. Although Beth could drive and had been since she was just over 15 she knew nothing about hot-wiring a car to be able to 'borrow' one. She second-guessed herself. Would she remember how to drive anyway? Not like there was anyone else on the road anyway, right? Her plan to find more food and a change of clothes would have to wait now. It was too late in the day and without a doubt she'd get stuck out there for the night. Maybe tomorrow if she started out early enough.