When another group—the one that had attacked Daryl and Beth previously—came to find them once more, Daryl was the hero. He managed to save everyone, but that didn't do anything for the group letting them go. Luckily, once again, Daryl had a plan. He grabbed the bag, the one that held all of their belongings, and he grabbed Beth's hand. The two went running into the woods.
Neither of them said a thing when they stopped to breathe. Daryl led the way and eventually, they stopped upon seeing the other trio once again. How had they ended up near them again? One of the girls was having trouble. She needed the medicine that was in the bag Daryl had. Beth looked at him and they had the same thought. Having their weapons back, the walked up—Beth with the bow and Daryl with the gun.
"There's a gun in there an' what ya need. Ya will let us go back ta our camp. Go our separate ways," Daryl said. The main guy nodded and Daryl tossed them the bag. That was all there was to it, or so they thought. They started back towards where they had entered the woods.
Of course, Daryl had heard footsteps behind him. He turned just in time to see the same group as before, each of them had a gun rose and ready to shoot, but there were only two of them now. The tall brown haired girl and the guy.
"What the hell is your end game here?" Beth was sick of this. "We are not here to be your hostages! Just leave us the hell alone! We're not after you in any way! So why don't you just leave us alone?"
"We're trying to protect ourselves."
"No you're not!" The brown haired girl's hands shook, she didn't know what she was doing. And all of a sudden, she fired off her gun and the bullet hit Daryl's arm. Beth lost it right then. She shot the bow, hitting that girl in the shoulder—she wasn't aiming to kill—and then she hit the guy in the face with the bow. Nobody she Daryl and got away with it. Not on her watch!
"C'mon," Beth said, she and Daryl hurried back to where they had left the bike in the woods. She tried to pick it up, but of course she wasn't strong enough. Daryl came to her aide, but winced because of his arm. "Shit," she cursed.
"What's gotten inta ya?" he asked.
"I don't...I don't know. We've gotta get out of here," she said. He had been looking behind her and she followed his line of sight. There was a huge fuel truck and that had to be there way out.
Getting it started proved to not be an easy feat, but Daryl managed to get it going and he began driving them through the woods. That was while Beth wrapped up his arm –the same one that had been shot just the day before. She had ripped the bottom of her shirt to fashion a way to wrap it up.
"Did I do okay back there?" Beth asked, feeling insecure and nervous about what had just happened. She didn't know if she had reacted correctly to the situation. They had gotten free but she didn't know if she should have done more or less or...she just didn't really know what to think about what had just happened.
"'M proud a ya. Ya did fine. Ya did what had ta be done," he told her. She nodded and they made it from the woods and onto the main stretch of road. They were headed back in the direction they had came from and they hoped to meet up with Abraham and Sasha before heading back to Alexandria.
The car Abraham and Sasha had been driving was parked outside of a building, not too far from where they had ended up in the woods. Daryl parked the fuel truck and both he and Beth hopped out. She held the bow up, ready to shoot any oncoming threat, and he kept his gun at the ready. She had to carry the bow now, his arm would put him in too much pain if he did it.
They finally caught a break, though. Abraham and Sasha emerged from the building and each of them lowered their weapons.
"You guys are okay!" Beth exclaimed, relief flooding her voice. They were okay, that meant that things had to start going their way. Things would be alright, right? They would get back to Alexandria and she could have that family with Daryl. For some reason, that family was the one thing that kept coming to her mind.
"Well, what're we waitin' for, then?" Abraham asked. "Let's get our happy asses back home," he said.
"Ya can drive," Daryl told the red haired man. Sasha got in the middle and Daryl on the end. He patted his lap and Beth climbed up to sit on him. She laughed a little and grinned at him.
"You're not very comfortable," she told him.
"Hush," he told her.
"I was just saying..."
They made their way down the road, bound for Alexandria. The big truck went as quickly as it could down the road and nobody really said much. In all reality, they didn't know what they would be walking into when they got back to Alexandria. The truth was, the siren had gone off and they didn't know the source of it. Something could have certainly changed back there. For all they knew, everyone could be dead...but they could also be okay...They would just have to wait and see.
AN: So it looks like I might have to go on a slight hiatus with this story...About three and a half weeks, that is. We have to wait for the Walking Dead to return because I would really like to keep this with the real story line. I hope you understand! I would still love to receive your reviews :)