I redid this chapter a LOT. There was so many different ways I could go with this, but I finally settled on one that I thought was likely and that I liked. Hope you enjoy!

Beth's POV

For the second time, Beth was outside of the building she had been kept captive in. What she had once seen as a place full of life and laughter suddenly looked ominous. The sun had already set, casting a darkness over the railroad station. There were no people outside and bullet holes riddled the walls and the ground. Beth stared in disbelief at all the overturned flowerpots and water buckets that littered the outdoor cooking area. She remembered listening to the commotion outside and Gareth telling her about how his best friend died while fighting the enemies. The blonde didn't know if it was her imagination that made it look like there was a blood stain on the concrete floor or if it was reality.

A burly man yanked on Beth's arm, leading her away from the destroyed kitchen. She stumbled a bit as she followed behind him and Mary. They walked through several streets, all showing signs of a shootout. Beth thought she caught a glimpse of an arrow on the ground, but even if she had gotten a good look, she knew there had to be archers other than Daryl running around Georgia.

Mary led them up to a short brick building. The door had a window, which glowed from the light inside. Muffled chanting could be heard from the people within.

"Alright, you will bring her in when you hear me say the words," Mary told the man who had a tight grip on Beth's arm. Without another word, Mary opened the door and went inside. Beth tried to catch a glimpse of what was going on, but the door shut too fast.

"Dear brothers and sisters," came Mary's voice through the door, "we have all suffered together as one. We have gone through hard times and become stronger!" A cheering could be heard after Mary's words.

"First, we were oppressed by evil men, but then our leader delivered us from them! We were unable to hunt animals and therefore we were slowly starving, but then we learned how to hunt our own kind!"

Beth's eyes widened as her brain wrapped around the meaning of those words. The meat, the meat Renee had warned her about, it had been human meat. The blonde could feel bile rising in her throat at the memory of almost eating such food. She snuck a peek at the man guarding her, he looked so normal it was almost wrong. Cannibals should appear savage or animal-like, but the man didn't look any different than some of the people from her old group and yet he was a monster wearing a human face, just like the walkers.

"When outsiders became scarce, we had to sacrifice some of our own," Mary continued, "But the sacrifice was for the good of the group and we will honor their sacrifice! Until recently, we were running short of food once again. It was Gareth's and my own great fear that we would have to relive last winter, that more children would have to chosen. However, our luck has turned. We have had many fall prey to our trap and are stored up for the winter, ensuring our survival!"

Beth's stomach turned as cheers rose from the Termites. They were cannibals, all of them, even the kids and Gareth! They might as well be walkers for what they were going to do to her. She struggled harder against the man who held her captive, but he grabbed her other arm and held her in a tight lock. Beth could feel her heart pounding in her chest, adrenaline raced through her veins, but there was nothing she could do.

"Today," announced Mary, "we will feast on the flesh of a young girl, a delicacy. And when we sacrifice her, remember that this is how it has to be! No matter how young or innocent people might appear to be, they will do us harm given the chance, so we must not feel bad in taking their life in order to give us life! Always remember that when it is between us and outsiders, we must make choices for our own survival. Bring her in!"

Gareth's POV

Gareth stood in Beth's room, watching as the blonde was dragged away. Her words rang in his ears. She looked so much like Emily and talked just like her too. Gareth's hands clenched as he relived his last few moments with his precious baby sister:

The room was white, but all Gareth saw was red. It was on his hands, in his hair, splattered on the ground. The gun in his hands shook as his body trembled. All at once, Gareth felt relief and terror. Relief because he had hurt the man that had hurt Emily, terror because there were many more that would hurt him for what he had done.

The door slammed open and a man stepped in. Gareth looked up and instantly recognized him. It was the leader, the same man who had killed Jack. Gareth lifted his gun, wanting the nightmare to end. He focused on the man's head and pulled the trigger, but only an empty click resonated throughout the room. Gareth pulled again and again, but it was no fluke, he was out of bullets.

Laugher came from the man in the doorway, which made Gareth lose complete control. He threw the gun aside and charged at the man, who was much larger than him. Gareth's fist came up to punch the man's face, but he was too slow. Before Gareth could even see the man move, he was lying on the ground. A heavy foot weighed down on his chest, crushing all the air out his lungs. Gareth's hands grasped at the shoe, trying to move it off, but it was of no use.

"Did you really think you could get away with killing one of my men? You must be stupider than I thought," came a harsh voice from above him.

Gareth's vision started to blur and his head became light. Something cool touched his forehead, and Gareth knew that the leader was going to finish him. At least it would be fast, he would be himself till the end, not some mindless flesh-eating monster.

"Nooooo," yelled a far-away voice and suddenly the weight on top of him disappeared. Another deeper cry of pain filled the room. Gareth tried to sit up but fell back to the ground. The crack of a gunshot deafened him and Gareth's heart jumped. He waited to feel the pain, but he didn't feel anything. Gareth looked around confused. A few feet away, the leader of the criminal group lay on the ground with a knife protruding from his chest and a gun lying limply in his hand. Gareth's heart stopped when he looked a little further. There on the grimy concrete lay a small blonde figure. Blood was pouring out of the delicate, pale body.

"Emily," he whispered, "Emily."

Pushing himself off the floor, Gareth stumbled over to his little sister's side. She looked up at him with big blue eyes and a sad smile.

"No," Gareth choked out, "Emily, no, don't leave me." He fell to his knees and pulled her head into his lap. His sibling whimpered in pain and reached out for his hand.

"I'm so sorry," Gareth cried, "I couldn't protect you."

"Gareth, it's not your fault," Emily said in a calm voice that one only has when they know they are about to die and have accepted it.

"Em, I can't….I couldn't….I'm so sorry," Gareth managed to sputter in-between sobs.

"Don't let me turn, don't let me become one of them," Emily begged.

"No," Gareth said in a strangled voice, "I can't! Not to you, I'm not strong enough."

"You are stronger than you know Gareth," Emily replied, "you are going to be great someday, just like Jack."

"I don't want to be," Gareth insisted, "I don't want to be great, I just want you and Jack, that's all I want. I don't want to go on without you."

"You have….to go on," Emily wheezed, "Stay strong for me….don't give up. Be a fighter. Whatever it takes, keep fighting."

Gareth nodded silently as tears ran down his face. He watched as Emily closed her eyes and took her last breath. For what felt like hours, Gareth wept uncontrollably. However, his sister's last wish couldn't go unfulfilled. Gareth slowly picked Emily's blonde head off of his lap and set it gently on the floor. Then, he stood up and walked over to the leader, the one whose fault it was that Emily was dead. Gareth bent down and picked the gun out of the man's hand. The metal was still warm from the shot that had ended Emily's life. Gareth wanted nothing more than to throw the weapon away, but he needed to finish this. Stepping back over his sister, Gareth lifted the gun. He stared down the barrel and waited as his breath slowed down. Gareth felt all of his emotion draining away. His finger tightened on the trigger as he shut down his emotions. Then, he pulled.

The loud gunshot sounded far away. Everything felt far away. Gareth left the pale form and moved over the leader. Without a thought, he raised the gun and pulled again. Then, without another glance, he walked out of the room.

Gareth opened the door to find people staring at him. They weren't the ones from the criminal group. They were ragged and bloody, but looked happier than they had in a long time. Bodies in orange jumpsuits lay on the ground. Alex stepped out of the crowd and came up to Gareth.

"What now," Alex asked him.

Gareth stood for a moment just staring at his friend, before he realized that everyone was expecting an answer. Everyone was looking to him.

"We are going to rebuild," he said, "And nothing like this will ever happen to us again. I will make sure of it."

Gareth was back in the room, Beth's room. He trembled from the memory, but it wouldn't go away. What he had said at the beginning of his leadership was true. He hadn't let anything like that happen again, at least not to the Terminites. He had survived, just like Emily told him too. However, was it possible that in surviving he had become just as bad as the men who had hurt Emily? In order to live and keep the others alive, he had done some very bad things, things his sister would be horrified of.

Gareth looked over at the chair to see Beth's necklace lying there. He couldn't save Emily, she was gone, but now he had the chance to make a decision that could save someone else's sister. He grabbed the broken piece of jewelry off of the chair and raced out of the room. Gareth wasn't going to let the past repeat itself, he was going to be strong enough to protect the ones he cared about this time.

Daryl's POV

Daryl's whole body felt groggy but he could hear someone calling his name. A firm hand was shaking him and suddenly there was a sharp sting on his cheek. Daryl's eyes flew open to find Maggie standing over him.

"What the…," Daryl began in a dazed voice.

"Sorry," Maggie replied, "but you need to wake up, we are getting out of here."

Daryl shook his head, trying to clear it. Suddenly, he was hauled up off the floor by a rough arm, causing his head to reel.

"Co'mon Daryl," Rick growled in his ear, "I know your tired and hurt but we have to get moving now, this may be our only chance."

"Wha...," Daryl slurred, still trying to make sense of the situation.

"Here, take him Eugene," Rick said, handing Daryl off to a guy with a crazy mullet. Daryl grasped the man's shoulder to keep from falling over. The man almost buckled under his weight but then managed to stay upright. It was then that Daryl realized that both of his hands had white bandages wrapped around them. He could feel the cuts even though he couldn't see them. They were deep, he would be lucky to even be able to use his hands after this.

"Okay," Rick ordered, "new game plan."

However, Rick wasn't just addressing the group that had been in the boxcar, there were more people, people Daryl didn't recognize.

"Looks like Daryl isn't going to be able to go with us to find weapons. Rosita and Abraham, y'all take Daryl and Eugene and head toward the northern exit. Wait for us there but if something happens, get out and meet up with us further down the tracks," Rick said.

"Got it," Abraham replied.

A short Hispanic woman, who Daryl presumed was Rosita nodded and came to stand by Abraham.

"Alright Roy," Rick addressed one of the strangers, "you and your people come with me."

Daryl watched as his group and the outsiders took off. Daryl growled at the fact that he was being babied, he wanted to be beside Rick and his group in case something happened. Daryl let go of Eugene's shoulder and took a step to try and follow them but he almost collapsed.

"Whoa," Abraham said as he stopped Daryl's fall, "you heard the man, we have to head for an exit, not run off willy-nilly, that could ruin the plan."

Daryl growled but allowed himself to be placed between the two men.

"Lead the way Rosita," Abraham commanded once Daryl was adequately positioned.

"This way," Rosita said, before taking off along the fence.

Daryl grasped both men's shoulders as he fought to place one foot in front of the other. His legs and arms tingled like they were waking up after having fallen asleep. Whatever Mary had given Daryl had been some potent stuff.

Rosita turned a corner and the sounds of a scuffle ensued. Abraham left Daryl hanging onto Eugene as he went to help the woman. Soon, the pair returned holding a couple of guns.

"Took out a guard, the guy had some weapons on him," Abraham reported, "Coast seems to be clear; there is almost no one around. Something isn't right."

Daryl had to agree. He didn't know how they had managed to get out of the boxcar, but they should have run into more than one person by now. The redneck could feel his head clearing and his strength coming back. He was aware that they were sitting ducks with only two armed people in open. However, he didn't even trust himself to walk on his own, much less fight.

"Your so heavy," Eugene complained, struggling under Daryl's weight.

"What did you expect," Daryl snarled, "a Disney princess?"

"Ha," Rosita laughed, "someone is feeling better."

"Enough talk," Abraham insisted, "we need to move faster."

The group continued on, checking around corners but the place seemed deserted.

"Almost there," Abraham told the group, motioning for them to speed up.

Daryl's whole body felt sluggish, but he forced his legs to move faster. He wasn't about to be the weak link, no matter what condition he was in.

"Oh shit," Abraham cussed, stopping so suddenly that Daryl and Eugene almost ran into him.

"What," asked Rosita, coming to peer around the corner. When she got a glimpse of what Abraham was looking at, her mouth dropped.

Daryl peered around Abraham to see that he was looking at the back gate to Terminus. This is where they were supposed to be able to escape. The only problem was, there was a hoard of walkers pressed all along the gate. The metal groaned under the weight of the dead bodies and threatened to cave in any moment. Daryl growled in frustration. They were stuck between a mob of walkers and the Terminites, he wasn't sure at this point which he would prefer.

"Alright, new plan," Abraham said, "we will go out the front entrance, it may be more obvious but we haven't seen any of the Terminites anyway."

The small group turned around and was about to head back the way they had come when footsteps rang out. They looked around desperately, but there was nowhere to hide. Daryl hoped it was Rick coming to find them. However, Daryl was used to his hopes going unanswered and this time was no exception.

Instead of Rick rounding the corner, it was Gareth, the leader of Terminus. The man's brown eyes widened at the sight of the small group of escapees and even more when he took in the mass of walkers threatening to break down the fence surrounding Terminus. Rosita and Abraham both had their guns trained on the leader, who just smiled at them.

"Don't worry," Gareth said, holding his own gun up in surrender "A few escapees are the least of my problems right now. If you can get out of Terminus, you can go."

With those words, Abraham and Rosita lowered their weapons a few inches. Gareth started edging around them, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere.

"Hey," Daryl snarled, "what do ya'll think ya'll are doing? Shoot the bastard!"

"No," Abraham said, "If he isn't stopping us, we have to get Eugene out, that is the priority, not getting revenge."

Hearing that he wasn't going to be shot, Gareth started to take off but Daryl pushed himself off Eugene and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. He didn't trust Gareth and as soon as the leader had finished whatever business was so urgent, he would sound the alarm, which meant Rick and the others would be caught.

"Piece of shit," Daryl cussed, as he threw Gareth to the ground. The leader tried to pull his gun on Daryl, but the redneck kicked it out of his hands. The fast movements caused Daryl's eyesight to blur, but he wasn't about to let that stop him.

Just as the redneck was about to beat the hell of leader of Terminus, he noticed that he had kicked something more than just a gun out of the leader's hands. Daryl almost dismissed it, the little shiny silver sparkling in the moonlight, but something told him to take a closer look. The redneck managed to make out two little hearts on a chain before a fist connected with his head. Daryl reeled back as Gareth was grabbed by Abraham. The large man easily overpowered the leader and Rosita held her gun on Gareth.

"Daryl, what the hell are you doing," Abraham demanded as Daryl stared at the ground, seemingly oblivious to the hit he had just taken.

The redneck reached down and forced his aching hand to pick the necklace up off the pavement. He held the precious silver hearts in his bandaged hands carefully, as if they would break at the slightest movement. There was no mistaking it, he had seen that necklace so many times before. Beth would never take it off, she wore it whether she was watching Judith, killing walkers by the fence, or taking a shower. Anger welled up inside Daryl and all dreariness drained from his head. He yanked Gareth out of Abraham's arms and slammed the man up against the wall.

"Where is she," Daryl snarled, shoving the necklace in Gareth's face. When the man didn't answer, Daryl shook him violently. "Where is she, what have you done with Beth?"

"You know Beth," Gareth asked confused.

"Answer the question," Daryl demanded, putting even more force into his voice. The leader remained quiet for a moment, but finally spoke.

"She is here," Gareth answered, "but not for much longer."

"Why," Daryl asked, his heart clenching, "why won't she be here much longer? Where is she going?"

"Let me go if you want to live," Gareth demanded, "besides it is not any of your business."

"Like hell it isn't my business," yelled Daryl, punching the leader in the face.

"Shut up Daryl," Rosita begged as Abraham tried to pull Daryl off Gareth.

"Where is she at," Daryl demanded again, punching Gareth in the stomach. All the punching was causing his hand to throb and although he couldn't tell the difference between his blood and Gareth's, but he was pretty sure his wounds had reopened.

"Why do you want to know," Gareth gasped as he knelt over in pain, "what are you going to her?"

"Funny question for you to be asking," Daryl spat out before grabbing Gareth's short brown hair and shoving him back up against the wall.

"Daryl, we don't have time for this," Rosita tried to reason, but he wasn't even listening.

"Why do you have her necklace," Daryl questioned, "What have you done with her? If you have so much as hurt a single hair on her head I swear I am going to make you wish you were dead."

The two men stared at each other, the only sound filling the area was the morbid moans of the walkers.

Finally, something changed Gareth's mind.

"You care about her, don't you," Gareth asked incredulously.

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything," Daryl growled in frustration, "just answer the damn question."

Gareth took a deep breath before finally answering. "She is in the ceremony room, the same one they took you to, with all the candles and writing on the walls. But it is almost too late and she is with all of Terminus. There is nothing you can do to save her."

Daryl flung Gareth at Abraham, who automatically grabbed the leader and held a gun to his head.

"Bring him," Daryl ordered, before heading off in the direction of the creepy room.

"Hey," Abraham called, "we don't have time for this, we have to get Eugene out of here. The world depends on him staying alive."

Abraham's words didn't even cause Daryl to pause, he was angry and he was on a mission. The redneck didn't look back to see if they would follow, because whether they did or not, he was going to find Beth. However, he heard their footsteps and felt better knowing he would have a bit of backup.

Daryl retraced the path he, Rick, Michonne, and Carl had taken when first running from the Termites. He passed the boxcar that had held people, the people he hadn't freed because there wasn't time. Now, the door to the metal cage stood wide open and not a single person was in sight. A few dead Terminites lay on the ground, one with his crossbow. Daryl picked his weapon out of the man's hands and savored its reassuring weight. A bit akwardly, he notched a bolt and raised the crossbow up so he could use it at a moment's notice.

He scanned the perimeter before heading forward. Soon, the building was in sight. Only a single guard stood by the door. Daryl assumed that this must be where all the Terminites were, because almost none were guarding the rest of the train station.

"Rosita," Daryl ordered, "keep your gun trained on Gareth, if it is necessary, we are going to use him to bargain for an exchange and hopefully a safe escape."

The Hispanic woman nodded.

"Kay everyone," Daryl whispered, "just follow my lead."

Daryl leaned around the corner of the building and fired the bolt. It flew soundlessly through the air and buried itself in the guard's head. The man sunk to the ground. The redneck instantly headed forward. When he reached the guard, he pulled his arrow out and also relieved the man of a handgun. He looked back at his small group and motioned that it was clear. While they made a run for the building, Daryl covered them. Once they had made it, Daryl crept over to the door and peered through the window. What he saw made his stomach drop.

Beth's POV

Beth wanted to cover her ears; she wanted to make the words go away. However, her hands were chained to either side of the cold stone alter.

After Mary had ordered that she be brought in, the guard had yanked her into the room. At first, the light had blinded Beth, which was the much better alternative to what she had seen when her vision had finally cleared. People had stood crammed in every available space, all staring at her. There were kids and parents, women and men, young and old, but not a single one gave her a glance of sympathy. Instead, they had stared at her like they would a pig or cow that was being brought to the slaughter, their features contorted by the flickering candlelight.

Beth had stood frozen in horror as she took in the writing on the floor and the walls. Most of it was in white but some of it was in a dark red that looked suspiciously like blood. Upon closer inspection, Beth had seen that blood had been sprinkled all around the center of the room. She had wanted to cry in terror, but fear had caused her brain and body connection to shut down. Like a lamb, she had been led to the center, where a stone alter had been placed. Her guard had pushed her onto the cold surface and quickly chained her arms and legs to each corner. Then, Mary had come walking up to her, looking not at all like the sweet woman who had so often brought her dinner. Instead, the woman had a crazed look in her eye and a sharp knife in her hand.

"Now," Mary had begun, "we shall read the list of those whom we have lost this year."

A young girl had made her way up to the center and was given a book. The girl began reading from the book, each name bring Beth closer to death. After the girl had finished reading the names of all who had died, Mary had started talking again. Mary had called families up to recognize them for their sacrifice to Terminus. It had taken Beth a while to realize that the sacrifice Mary was referring to was a child. The Termites had eaten their own children when they had run short on food. Beth had no hope now that she would escape. If these people were so cruel as to eat their own children, she didn't expect them to have any mercy on her.

After that, Beth tried to block everything out, but some of it was too horrendous for her not to listen. Mary told each family which portion of Beth they would receive as a reward for the loss of their child. All she could do was stare at these normal looking men and women who were no better, if not worse, than the walkers she faced every day. It was a horrifying combination of normalcy and cruelty.

As much as Beth hated the talking, she didn't want it to end. When the talking ended, that would mean that her life ended. The scars on her wrist seemed like they belonged to different person now. Once, she would have been happy for everything to end, for everything to disappear with one stroke of a knife. Now though, Beth would do anything to live. She wanted to live in order to see everyone again. She wanted to see Maggie, and Glenn, and Rick, and….Daryl.

The last name hurt her the most. She felt like she had failed him. After everything Daryl had taught her, it hadn't done any good. Beth kept thinking that she might have a chance to escape and someday find her way back to him, but the time to escape was gone. Beth looked over at Mary only to realize that the woman had fallen silent. The moment had come.

The woman stood with a shiny silver knife clutched in her hands and a manic look in her eyes. The candlelight caused shadows to flicker to and fro on Mary's face and dance on the blade of the knife. Beth wanted to look away like she used to when she had to get a shot at the doctor, but there was something mesmerizing about the horrible image.

"At least I won't live long enough for this to haunt me," Beth thought morbidly to herself.

"For the good of Terminus, for the good of us all, I sacrifice this girl," Mary proclaimed as she lifted the blade high above her head. The whole room fell silent and the blade hung in the air for a moment. Just as it started to swing down, Beth closed her eyes and waited for strike.

"Ahhhhhh," screamed Mary.

A sharp pain sliced across Beth's arms, causing her eyelids to fly open as she added her scream to Mary's. However, the cut was fairly shallow and not at all what Beth had expected. She looked around confused to see Mary holding her hand, which had an arrow through it. Not just any arrow though, it was one of Daryl's arrows!

"No one move," ordered a husky familiar voice. Beth's heart jumped and she thought that surely she must be dreaming. The blonde looked over at the door to see Daryl standing in the doorway. He was covered in dirt and bruises, his bandaged hands had blood all over them. Somehow in just a few weeks his hair had become longer and the bags under his eyes stood out more. However, Beth thought he had never looked more perfect.

"Daryl," Beth cried, struggling against her chains.

The redneck glanced at Beth and his gaze hardened as he took in what they had done to her.

"Hand over the girl or your leader gets it," snarled Daryl.

With that being said, a large red-headed man dragged Gareth through the doorway. Gareth looked only half conscious and was covered in blood. Beth thought she could detect Daryl's handiwork on him. All the Terminites gasped and started to move towards their leader.

"Hey," yelled a Hispanic woman, pointing a gun at Gareth's head, "you heard him. No one move!"

Everyone stopped and stared helplessly at their leader. Mary continued to whimper while holding her pierced hand.

Daryl slowly made his way through the crowd, pushing some roughly out of the way, until he was in front of Beth.

"Daryl," Beth whispered breathlessly.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm gonna get you out of here," he said, while working on the chains that tied her.

Beth nodded as tears started to fall from her eyes. Suddenly, all the chains restraining her were gone and Beth launched herself into Daryl's arms. Immediately, the familiar smell of sweat, dirt, and pine trees enveloped her.

"Daryl, I was so scared, I thought I would never see you again," Beth cried as she buried her head into his neck.

The redneck wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the alter.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you," he promised, setting her feet on the ground.

Daryl put an arm around Beth's shoulders and led her through the crowd, glaring at anyone who he thought was too close for comfort. Soon, they were at the entrance next to Daryl's comrades.

"Alright," Daryl commanded, "we are going to slowly walk out of here and once we get out of Terminus, we will let your leader go. If any of you try anything, he gets it!"

With that last comment, Daryl dragged Beth out of the room, leaving his two companions to follow. Beth stumbled after him, still half sure that she was in a dream.

"Daryl," she whispered, tugging on his shirt as water began to well in her eyes.

The redneck looked down at her. "Ain't time for emotional shit Beth, we gotta get outta here," Daryl said, "we can talk later, are you able to run?"

Beth nodded her head as Daryl shoved a gun into her hand.

"I'm going to get you out of here, I promise," Daryl told her, putting a hand on her head, "but you may have to help out some, understand?"

Beth clutched the gun tightly in her hand and pulled all of her scattered wits back together.

"Beth," Daryl said softly.

Beth looked up at Daryl's worn face.

"I'm glad your okay," Daryl said, before turning around and grabbing Beth's hand to drag her after him.

Behind them, the burly man was hauling Gareth and a guy with a mullet was complaining loudly. Beth didn't have time to wonder at Daryl's companions, instead, she focused on the task at hand. She hadn't shot much before, Maggie had only begun to teach her before the prison fell. Beth breathed in and out as she remembered the tips Maggie had given her. Beth made sure the safety was off and held the weapon at the ready.

The group went around buildings and slowly made their way to a gate. In front of the gate stood a large group of people. At first, Beth was scared that some of the Termites had managed to cut them off before they could escape, but then she saw a familiar face.

"Maggie," Beth screamed, running forward to collide with her sister.

"Beth," Maggie gasped, "Oh my god! How are you here? What happened to you?"

The two sisters hugged but their moment was interrupted by screams. Both girls looked up, worried that someone one in their group was in danger, but the screams were from far off.

"We have to get out, now," yelled Rick. Beth stared in shock at seeing so many familiar faces from the prison.

Rick began firing his gun at the lock on the gate, since there wasn't time for a more subtle exit. Suddenly, a few Termites rounded the corner with guns, but they didn't aim at Beth's group. Instead, they turned around and shot behind them.

"The walkers must have gotten in," said the man holding Gareth.

Sure enough, a few walkers appeared from the direction the Termites had come. The Termites quickly took them out, but more kept coming.

"My people," yelled Gareth, "let me go! You are free, let me go help them."

"Sorry," apologized the man, "but if you go back there you will just die, there are too many."

"No," hollered Gareth, drawing some of the walker's attention.

"Rosita," said the burly man, causing the Hispanic woman to knock Gareth out with the butt of her gun. Then, the man lifted Gareth over his shoulder and the whole group began running. Beth found herself between Maggie and Daryl, despite being in the midst of danger, she hadn't felt safer in a long time.

That's the end of this chapter. The meeting between Daryl wasn't very emotional or long due to the situation, but there will be much more going on between them in the future. I am really excited about the next few chapters. A special thanks to all my followers, whose support keeps me enthused about writing this fanficition.