After sitting at the base of her savior tree for what seemed like hours Beth found the strength to return to her burial site. Searching for any answers or clues to help her figured out what had happened. Some grass by the grave in progress was disturbed, like someone had turned on their heels in fear and made the decision to flight. She wasn't sure how she knew this or why she knew to look for these signs but she didn't question it. That fact she was even thinking of anything other than the pain that she should have been in was a miracle. The marks on the ground were met with others who had run in the same direction, it looked like about dozen or so foot prints. What could have made such a large group of people run off without a second thought for the body they were burying? While tracking these prints she found a Bible. Huh, must have been for my service she thought. Nice touch. Beth grabbed the Bible with her good hand and tried to force it into her left. It wasn't working, she couldn't grasp the book no matter how hard she tried or concentrated. Frustrated she threw the book to the ground, without much force mind you. What use was "The Good Book" right now anyway? This didn't look like anything God would do. This wasn't his handy work.
Beth's eyes wondered around the scene when she landed on the shovel. Maybe she could use it for protection if she saw one of those walking dead guys again. She didn't know what they were capable of or why she should be afraid but her instincts told her she needed protection. This rusty old shovel would have to do. Another quick scan and she came across a small bag. It was a ratty old backpack with a few items in it. An empty plastic water bottle, a ladle and a few bits and bobs that Beth gave little mind to.
She wasn't sure if she should stay where she was incase those who were burring her came back to finish the job. Who knows, maybe they weren't to be trusted anyway. Maybe they had "killed" her. No, that didn't make sense. Since when do murderers have a funeral service for their victims? Never. These people cared about Beth. She knew she had to find them, even if it killed her… for real this time.