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Beth wanted to be out there helping, not stuck in this damn tower. She paced impatiently. The church door whined in protest to being opened. Four people hustled out. The moonlight glinted off of Michonne's sword. Tara was not with them. They made their way down towards the horde. She followed the road down to the walkers, there were so many. Beth was afraid for her family.

The door groaned again. Three stepped out. Beth spotted Tara fast due to the fact she is neither black nor a man. She watched Tara walk in step with Sasha and Daryl. She admired the way she walked, with certain coolness. Tara's jeans fit tight in all of the right places. Beth fantasized until Tara stopped and turned towards the tower. Was something wrong? Beth didn't know until she saw Tara's hand come to her lips to blow her a kiss.

Yeah something was wrong, neither of them had been able to say goodbye; it would have given their newly founded relationship away to the others.

Commotion began down the road. She found the first four just in time to see a head fly through the air. It couldn't be heard but Beth imagined the thud it made when it hit the ground. Five walkers broke from the pack, past the first group of survivors.

Beth watched with apprehension. Her eyes only saw Tara. She kicked the walker in the chest with the force of a hurricane. He fell to the ground; Tara stood over him and plunged her knife into his skull. He became motionless. Sasha killed her first walker, but struggled with the second. Daryl had already killed his two and rushed forward to help the first group. Tara ran to Sasha, throwing her whole weight into the walker, knocking him to the ground. She straddled him, pinning his arms. Sasha stuck him in the forehead. Beth could see blood squirt all over Tara. Looking through the binoculars, Beth found the first group plus Daryl.

She scanned the area, looking for any more signs of undead. Seeing none, she turned her flashlight on and let it shine. The group acknowledged her signal and retreated back to the church. Beth tripped down the ladder in her haste. She put her hand to her cheek, crimson colored her fingers.

The church door opened and the survivors walked in together, all smiling in their glory. She ran up, "Is everyone okay?" Daryl answered much to her dismay, "Yeah, we're fine." Beth didn't care if he was fine. All she wanted to know was if Tara was fine. A sigh of relief left her when she saw her love walk through the door with Sasha.

Daryl walked to her. "Beth, let's talk." Both Tara and Sasha watched, eyebrows arched in question, as Daryl pulled Beth from the room. Sasha found a rag and wiped the blood from Tara's eyes. "What do you think that's about?"

"I don't know."

"Well you know they were alone for a long time before she got kidnapped…" Tara did not know this but said, "Yeah, I know, she told me?" She did not know why she lied to her best friend. She knew something had happened between them. Tara wasn't the only one that has been watching Beth. She had also noticed Beth hadn't said a word to Daryl since she returned. Tara closed her eyes and let out a breath. "She told me to trust her Sash. If something happened, I have to trust her to tell me." They went their separate ways. Tara cleaned herself up and retired to the attic. Sleep didn't come and she knew it wasn't going to, not until Beth returned.