Chapter 11

Beth and Maggie constantly stayed by each other's sides. They didn't let each other out of their sights. Nobody was really thinking of a plan, so at some time of the day right after they all had to split a loaf of bread, Daryl had enough of the moping around.

"We gotta do somethin'." He spoke up. He stood up out of his crouched position and started pacing. "I think that it's pretty clear we need to do something, but what are we gonna do, Daryl?" Rick asked. Daryl turns to face Rick. "We gotta do somethin'." Daryl repeated. He felt suffocated in the small area. He and everybody else knew that it wasn't safe here, and it wasn't going to get safe, either.

Beth felt the same, but she didn't want to voice her thoughts. She was with Maggie and they were both okay. That could change, even if they stayed here or if they didn't. She just wanted to stay with her sister as long as she could. Even if they were being held somewhere against their will. She would be anywhere with her sister as long as they were safe.

She felt the same with Daryl. Beth had grown a bit attached to him ever since they had escaped the prison together and were traveling together. She occasionally would glance at him in the darkness, and vice versa. They both cared for each other and wanted to protect each other.

When it was Beth's turn to keep watch on the outside, she squeezed Maggie's hand then slowly stood up, her aching muscles protesting, and she walked over to the door to look out the crack. She almost screamed in pain when she slammed against the door, almost falling over.

Daryl's head jerked up in her direction and he noticed the pain painted on her face and how her fists were clenched. He stood up and slowly walked over to her. "What's wrong," he asked her. He was clearly concerned for Beth. She glanced at him and decided to tell the truth. "I guess that night with Joe's group is just catching up to me. I'll be fine." The last part sounded strained.

Daryl scoffed to himself and shook his head. It was my fault that yer' hurt. I didn't do nothin' when those guys attacked me." Beth looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed. "You couldn't help it. And I couldn't stand there being useless while my friends were getting beaten to death." The thought made Beth shudder. She would be dead by now if it weren't for them.

"Well, that was obviously the wrong choice 'cause yer' more hurt than we are." He motioned to Michonne, Rick, and Carl. "That's because I'm the weakest. All of you guys can take care of yourselves." Daryl shook his head. "That ain't true, and ya' know it." Beth fully turned around to face him. "Yes, it is. Stop lyin'." She turned back to the crack in the door, without really paying attention.

As soon as she heard Daryl's shuffling footsteps walking away behind her, she let out a long and shaky breath and focused on what was in front of her. And she saw someone walking towards the train car with a huge knife.

Beth's eyes widened as she turned around to look at the rest of the group. "Someone's coming." Every head snapped up to the blonde before they sat down from their pacing or conversations. Beth still felt the small pocket knife in her back pocket as she sat down next to Maggie again, gripping her hand.

The metal door slipped open and Daryl could see the glint of the sun on the silver blade the man was holding as he stepped inside of the train car. The man scanned the crowd, looking for a vulnerable survivor. His eyes fell on Beth who was tapping her foot again the wooden floor. He pointed to her. "You- come with me."

Beth's heart started racing as she squeezed Maggie's hand and slowly stood. Sweat was dripping from her forehead and she was frightened. Frightened of the knife that man was holding and what it would do to her.

Daryl wanted to stand and hold Beth back. He wanted to give himself to the man instead of letting him take her, but it would just kill both of them quicker. The man gripped Beth's arm so hard that she whimpered and he dragged her out of the red car, separating her from her family and dragging her closer to her possible death.

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