Lost and Found

Chapter 1

Beth POV

I felt as if there was no escaping. I had prayed, I had planned, I had even went so far as to try to escape. I was beginning to give up because it all felt so hopeless.

Why did I want to leave this hospital so bad? Why leave a safe place when I know what's outside these walls?

Well, I had too. I may have felt hopeless, like my faith had literally been ripped from me the moment they told me Daryl wasn't here, but that was no excuse to be weak. I was stronger than that. So much stronger than they believe I am. So much stronger than Maggie ever believed. Daryl's the one who showed me just how much stronger I am and because of that, whether he's alive or not, I have to show him that I made it. I wasn't just some dead girl.

I'm not Michonne or Carol or Maggie. I am Beth Greene and I can't let these people destroy who I am.

So when I found the hospital floor plans, complete with emergency exits and so many places to hide, I carefully mapped out my escape route and two others just in case I ran into a problem.

I finally took the chance to run one night, by my accounts that was three nights ago and since then I've been on the run. Sleepin' in trees and covering my tracks, just as Daryl had taught me.

Daryl. He's all I've thought about in the weeks since I was taken from him.

A/N: This has been sitting in my notepad since January 2015. I'm leaving this as a oneshot for now but who knows, maybe more will come of it.