A/N: Thanks to my total of one reviewer last chapter xForgottenxFlamex, I'm gonna dedicate this chapter to you. In thanks and apology for not responding to your review in which I am trying to make a habit of. Shout out to the followers and those who have favourited it warms my heart to see any kind of response but as a writer reading words means that much more. This chapter is a tad shorter only because the next one is going to be a little longer, I didn't want to combine them both and have one massive chapter. Please enjoy don't be afraid to point out mistakes and please, or let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: Robert Kirkman is the genius; I'm just the one who likes to borrow his characters on occasion.

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Our light steps could hardly be heard as we made our way down the hall. This was it; there was no turning back. When we reached the end of the hall, which seemed to be a mile long, we hit the entrance of the kitchen. I could see the backdoor plain as day; there was only one problem. A man… more of a boy a little older then me, really, was sitting at the kitchen table. His head was down and he was reading what looked like a book. I pushed myself up against the wall so I wouldn't be seen, Christine and Hannah followed. Both were looking at me for what to do next. The only advantage we had was surprise and the only way we would make it past the kitchen is if I could manage to shock this boy like I had with Father Lucas.

I held up a finger, silently telling them to stay put. Quietly sneaking up behind the boy with my weapon ready I began to question everything. Who was this kid? Maybe he was innocent and ended up having to group up with these people in order to survive. He was lanky and the gun that was holstered to his belt looked awkward, as if it didn't belong. I stood quietly behind him, taking one more step closer… maybe he could help us. The wooden floorboard creaked under my foot; he turned around quickly, spotting the blood stained weapon in my hand. He grabbed both of my wrists with his surprisingly strong hands and spun me around. The look in his eyes proved my previous doubts wrong—this is where it ended. I had come this far and was stupid enough to begin questioning myself. It was no one's fault but my own. I struggled against him and tried with everything I had to get out of his grasp but his deep inhale, as if about to call out for someone had me completely frozen.

Before he could yell out to anyone, within a blink of an eye the first aid scissors were sticking out the side of his neck. I freed myself from his grip and plunged my own weapon underneath his chin for good measure. He crumbled to the floor when I yanked the knife back out as another pair of hands pulled out the scissors. I looked up to see Hannah; her chest rising and falling with fury. She must have took the weapon from Christine; looking back at the other girl still standing in the hallway as white as a ghost I understood why. She was at a total loss as to what to do next. I gave Hannah a quick nod of appreciation, which was returned before I bent down over the boy and pulled out his gun, searching him I also found a Swiss army knife. I looked at both the weapons and looked back at Christine. She definitely would have no use for the gun and it couldn't be used until we were all on top of that shed, I didn't trust her enough to think before pulling the trigger so I tucked the small pistol into the back of my waist band and handed her the red handled knife.

"I really need you," I said bluntly, almost glaring at the girl. There was nothing more that could be said, if she couldn't help us and do nothing but sit back and watch she was useless—dead weight that I didn't have the strength to carry around with me. Christine took the knife as the three of us made our way to the backdoor. There was a small porch outside, before opening the door completely to make sure there was no one around. Where were these people? Didn't they have people on watch? If it were Rick there would be at least two on perimeter, one outside the prisoner's door and maybe two by the shed but… there was no one, besides the boy in the kitchen the only thing standing in my way was the capabilities of the people I was with. I couldn't help but smile to myself; these people weren't as smart as my people. They obviously had yet to experience anyone's indecency but their own.

The shed was a good hundred feet from the porch, we would have to get there, unlock the padlock, gather weapons and climb on top of the roof without being noticed. It seemed unlikely; I closed my eyes tight, trying to think of something, the plan that would most likely have me coming out alive.

"You know you're the best shot outta the three of ya," Daryl said. He wasn't really there, but in my head… in my mind, I knew what'd he say. I knew what he'd do to stay alive, his voice was as clear as if he were standing right beside me. Pushing me the way he always did, I was silently thanking him for that now.

I took the keys from my back pocket; there were a total of five keys on the ring, one clearly being for a car. I handed them to Hannah, pointing out the car key; telling her it wouldn't be the one to open the shed.

"We are gonna run to that shed as fast and quietly as possible," I whispered to both of them. "You're going to open that shed as quick as you can, I'll make sure nobody interrupts you. Christine find a way on top of that shed. When it's open we all take as much as we can carry. Take as much ammo as you can, that's most important… when we are safe we can take the rest."

The three of us made it to the shed without a hitch. Hannah was frantically working on the lock, as I stood in front of her, gun ready. Christine was making an easier route to the top of the shed, it all felt like an eternity. Every failed key led to a frustrated swears, more anxiety and the tightened grip of the gun in my hands.

"Best be prayin' you don't have to use that before you get inside the shed," Daryl said in an almost casual tone. "You won't make it outta here alive."

"Shut up," I told him. I couldn't deal with his pessimism right now, this was his plan and he was questioning it?

"What?" Hannah frantically whispered from over her shoulder.

"Just… hurry up," I told her, not bothering to look at her. She mumbled something under her breath before moving onto the next key. The sound of the heavy chain slipping from the shed's door was like music to my ears. I turned around and followed both Hannah and Christine inside.

The place was stocked, not as well as the prison, but decently enough that it put a smile on my face. I didn't know the names of any of them but I knew which one's shot quickly. They were bigger and I doubted Hannah or Christine could accomplish much with them but it was a worth a shot. I handed each of them one and threw the shoulder strap of another around myself. Grabbing an empty backpack I filled it up with what little ammo there was.

"You ever shoot one of those, girl?" Daryl asked, humor dripping from his voice. I glared at the wall ahead of me, deciding not to respond at risk of looking like a complete nutcase in front of two girls who relying on me to be logical.

"I reckon hearin' voices ain't the best thing to be tellin' people," he piped in as I grabbed two pistols from the wall that matched the one I already had. There, if the big guns proved to be completely useless at least we'd have these. Shoving more ammo into the backpack, I saw my knife. The knife Daryl had shoved into my hand when we fled the prison. On the same table were a bunch other knives; small and big; machetes, hunting knives… arrows. I paused for a second.

"You're right. There's a crossbow hidin' somewhere in here," Daryl confirmed. I could almost hear the grin in his voice.

"No time," I said as I grabbed my knife from the table. I tried to hide my disappointment that the weapon wasn't in plain sight as both Hannah and Christine's eyes glanced in my direction. It can be my reward when I come out of this alive I reasoned.

"Beth," Christine's voice called from the other side of the shed. "I think I found somethin'."

I made my way toward her and peered over the small shoebox sized container to see what I guessed to be around twelve grenades. I smiled; this was how we were getting out of here. Hannah stepped in behind us and whispered.

"I played softball in college."

"Hallelujah," Daryl grinned as he peered over my shoulder. The fact that he was standing behind me or rather the fact that I thought he was standing behind me was more of a comfort than a concern.

I carefully picked up the box; I was ready to fight until I couldn't fight no more.