Beth's chest rose and fell rapidly as she weaved her way through Terminus. Knowing there were snipers on most of the roof tops, she kept herself pressed us against the brick walls of the buildings. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the darkness and Beth was squinting at her surroundings.

Thanks to the changing of the season, it got darker fairly quicker than before. Meaning the giant stadium like lights around Terminus didn't come on to illuminate everything until much later. Beth had learned that, since before the turn, they were set on timers to conserve energy. Even though it was inconvenient, no one seemed to bother to reset them.

At that moment it was only a slight issue. While the lack of light kept Beth hidden, it also kept her praying that the shapes around her weren't human. It was late, but Beth could never be completely confident that those not on watch weren't awake.

If she was caught then, everything would be shot to hell in a matter of minutes.

Inside the army green jacket Beth had found in her dresser, seven letters were concealed. Six of them were identical. She didn't know how many train cars there were containing people, but she planned to shove one of the six under every door she could. The seventh letter would be going into Train Car A.

There was no way of telling which train car Daryl was in, and that's why Beth needed to put a letter in everyone one, and open every one. That, and to have a miniature army backing her.

Beth did not want to leave a single person behind, if she was going to be perfectly honest. She knew that they probably weren't innocent of anything, it was hard to say that anyone one was in the world they'd be living in the past years, but Beth believed that they all deserved a fighting chance. She also wanted to see Terminus fall, in a way that they had probably imagined, but deemed unlikely; by the hands of those they kept captive.

It was a long shot that anyone would even believe the letters, the habitants of the cars might think it's some kind of sick joke, but it was the best Beth could think of.

She hoped that when she opened the doors, everything would just click into place. But she couldn't calculate every moment to make sure everything would go off without a hitch. Placing weapons in the hands of people she didn't know could end disastrously, not only for the Terminates, but for the people she loved as well.

All day, Beth had gone over in her head every problem that might arise. It was a lengthy list that ultimately ended in everyone dying. But not taking the risk would end just the same.

At that moment, the problem was the noises around her. Beth kept her hand on her hunting knife and, every so often, would pause to determine which were human and which were coming from nature. Then she would continue in her swift, but silent manner towards her destination. She had figured, geographically, that the cars were on the other side of Terminus; far away from any newcomers that could hear those trapped inside

Beth was about a third of the way there, maybe. She would hear her heart pounding in her ears and sweat was rolling in giant beads off of her skin, but she began to push herself even harder. Beth only had a rough idea of how much of her time frame had already dwindle away.

The quickening of her pace was effective of course, but it started to cause Beth's feet to be sloppy. Every few steps or so, Beth's boot would kick a pebble on the cement and send it flying into the darkness ahead of her. The pebble would hit an upcoming metal barrel or rebound off the bricks, the sounds it made weren't enough to bring attention to her though.

Halfway there, Beth turned into an alleyway and was feeling confident that she'd make good time.

Then her foot hit the metal pipe.

. . .

Daryl couldn't stop picking at the bandage Maggie had re-wrapped around his arm. He was told all day to, "Please leave it alone", and up until she fell asleep, he had. He needed something to keep his hands busy. He was getting anxious. They had gotten further with their escape plan today than they ever had before.

After Daryl's truce with Abraham, everything started to come back around. It seemed that many had used the silence to formulate their own plans and the suggestions were coming one after the other. Most of the plans went along with wanting to fight back against Terminus, they all agreed they were missing the factor of more able bodies.

Everyone in their car was extremely weak and hungry. Although no one would admit to it. Earlier, Daryl had caught side of Carl's shoulders shaking from the lack of nutrition and it was hard to miss everybody's faces becoming gaunt.

. . .

Beth gasped in surprised at the echo it had caused, then flung her hands over her mouth to shut herself up. She tried not to freeze up. If it was even possible, she managed to plaster herself close to the wall and listened. Footsteps where shuffling on the rooftop directly above her.

"What was that noise?" a voice asked from the very edge of the building.

Beth flicked her eyes up, hopefully to see the figure the voice belonged to looking off in some other direction.

From what she could tell, he was scanning the alleyway, "Bring the flashlight over here!"

A flashlight!? Even if it couldn't be seen, Beth's face reddened with anger. One of the most obvious things a sniper could have and she missed it on her list of problem. A list for the future that would probably never come now.

AN: Hello old chaps. I have nothing to say about this chapter because...plot.

But I do have an announcement!

Later on this fine Tuesday I will be publishing a new story(because all I do is write fanfiction...seriously...). I am beginning to co-write with my best friend, whom I've turned Bethyl.

The story will not be on my account, but there will be a link to it on my profile.

Our pen name is The Walking Nerds and our story is a Bethyl AU.

If you could do me the great kindness of reading and reviewing when it's up, that'd be hella rad.