Georgette stayed absolutely still. The man came to the door and undid a bundle of chains that had kept the door locked tight. He came outside, still pointing the gun at her. He turned to see Candice standing in shock.

"You too, over here!" Candice dropped the reins and obeyed, walking slowly over to Georgette's side.

"If this is your place we can just go, no trouble."

"I don't think so," said the man, "What do you have in those bags?" Georgette made eye contact with Candice. Neither answered, not wanting to give away all of the supplies they had. The man held the gun closer and said, "Get inside the building!" He followed them in as they went through the doorway. The gas station had clearly run out of supplies a long time ago. The shelves were empty. He brought them up to a door at the back of the room. "Open it." Georgette considered pulling her gun out and trying to shot him before he could pull the trigger. The man must have sensed her pause and said "Drop your weapons." Georgette put her hand around the handle of her gun. She pulled it out of her belt loop and was about to turn around when she heard a shot go off behind her. It made her ears ring painfully. She looked at the floor to see the man had shot near her feet. He pressed the gun to her back and said "Drop it!" She did as she was told and heard her handgun clatter to the floor as she let go. She turned the knob on the door and saw a short hallway. There were two doors, one at the end and one off to the left. They walked down and came to the last door. She opened that one too. It was a dark concrete room with one small window near the ceiling. She felt him push them both into the room and then slam the door.

"Hey!" she said, getting back to her feet. "Who the hell do you think you are putting us in here!" She grabbed onto the handle and yanked. It was locked. It angered her even more. She pounded on the door with her fist. "FUCKING LET US OUT!" Candice stood behind her, shocked by what had happened. Georgette stopped yelling and listened closely. She heard the door at the end of the hallway shut. She heard Candice say

"What the hell just happened?"

"I don't know," said Georgette, "But we're gonna get out of here." She started beating on the door again. She went on for what felt like hours. She started to leave bloody prints as she continued to hit harder and broke the skin.

"Stop," She turned around to see Candice sitting on the floor behind her, "You're hurting yourself." Her hands were bloody and bruised. Exhausted and in pain she went over and sat next to her sister. She took a deep breath and said

"What do you think he wanted?"

"Our supplies probably, I wonder what he'll do with us." Georgette didn't have an answer, but she wasn't going to let this be the end of their journey after making it this far. The room slowly got darker as the sun set and the small ray of light coming through the little glass window faded. Soon they were in complete darkness. Georgette was dozing off when she heard the hallway door shut. She sat up and said

"Listen, that's gotta be him." They crawled over to the door. They heard his footsteps and then another door opening and closing. "He must be living in the other room," she said, "I didn't see him when I looked inside earlier."

"Do you think it's just him here?"

"I don't know, didn't see anyone else." They listened awhile longer. Georgette fell asleep on the floor next to Candice unable to keep her eyes open.

She awoke the next morning to the sun shining in on her face. Candice was still asleep next to her. She sat up, feeling stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. Her hands had stopped bleeding but were still in rough shape. She got up and stretched. She tried to think of a way out. She saw the window. It was small and rectangular. Last night she had been sure it wasn't an escape option because of its size but now in daylight it looked better. Chances were that she wouldn't be able to fit through it. But maybe Candice would. She was much more slender. She walked over and looked up at it. She wouldn't be able to reach it by herself. She went over to Candice and gently shoke her awake.

"Hey," she said quietly, "I need your help." Candice rolled over onto her side, mumbled something and continued to sleep. She prodded her harder and said "Hey wake up!"

Candice opened her eyes, feeling slightly annoyed. It was only when she remembered where they were that she pushed the feelings away.

"What?"

"Will you get on my shoulders," said Georgette, "Try to break the window."

"With what?" Georgette looked around the room and spotted a part of the floor that had cracked and looked like it would start crumbling. She went over and started prying at the loose concrete with her fingers. Candice went to help her. They managed to get one piece out of the floor. Georgette threw it at the window, smashing it. They listened for approaching footsteps, hoping the man hadn't heard. Georgette got on her knees and Candice got on her shoulders.

"When you get out there find something to use as a weapon, a big rock, a stick whatever and try to ambush the guy." Candice took a deep breath and said

"Why me?"

"Cause I'll never fit through there." Georgette had a different build. Her shoulders and hips were wider than Candice who instead looked like a twig. She could reach the window perfectly. Not all of the glass had broken off the frame. She knew it would cut her hands but it was their only way out. She tried to break it as carefully as possible only getting a few bad slices. She put her arms out first, knowing her shoulders wouldn't fit otherwise. She felt Georgette grab the bottoms of her feet so she'd have something to push off of. She pushed her head out and got a good look around. The ground wasn't that far. She couldn't see any walkers in the trees so she continued to slowly push her way out. She was up to her chest and she was able to put her hands on the wall and push harder. She felt the small shards still on the frame scrape open the soft skin of her belly. She had to keep quiet in case that man was anywhere nearby. She had a hard time keeping herself up once she got past chest. Her arms only stretched for so long and once she got to her hips she could no longer hold on. She fell forward, her hips stuck in the window frame. She couldn't help but yell out in pain. The little tips of glass were digging into her flesh again. She hung helplessly like a doll. She felt Georgette grab her legs and push her hard. As soon as her hips got past the frame she was on the ground. She lay there for a moment, the sun in her face.

"Are you alright?" It was her sister's voice from back inside the room. She sat up and said

"Ya,"

"Good, now take your time, don't rush in there and attack him, wait to sneak up on him."

"I'll come back I promise," she said, "I'm gonna go into the woods and see what I can find to use."

"Good," there was a pause and then she heard her say "I love you Candice, be careful."

"I love you too." Feeling good, she walked off into the woods. She knew her sister loved her but it was good to hear it sometimes. Georgette never liked to voice her emotions too much. She kept her eyes open for walkers. As she kept walking and her adrenaline went down the pain from the cuts in her stomach started to sting more. She looked to see that her shirt was soaked in blood as well as the top of her pants. She knew the scent would attract walkers and she needed to find something to protect herself with. She spotted a thick tree branch. It wasn't rotting and the leaves were still attached to it. It was a little heavy but manageable. She turned around to head back to the gas station. Standing in her path were four wolves snarling at her. She froze, unsure of what to do. They looked skinny and they had their sharp white teeth bared at her. She would have taken walkers any day over a pack of hungry wolves. More appeared, coming out from the trees and bushes. She took a step back and they started to advance on her. She turned and ran as fast as her legs could move. She pushed through the thick foliage and got a face full of spider web. She stopped, pulling at the sticky strands attached to her face and stuck in her eyelashes. She looked back to see the wolves coming for her and took off running again. She could feel them on her heels, closing in on her. She saw her escape. A tree had fallen and landed so it was leaning against another.

She jumped onto it, as she was pulling herself up one of the wolves grab onto her leg with its teeth. It bit hard, sinking its teeth into her flesh. She screamed in pain, feeling her grip on the tree slowly loosening. If she didn't do something she'd slip and fall into their hungry jaws. She prayed that the wolf would grow tired and let go of her. But the longer she hung there it tightened its grip, shredding further into her leg. Suddenly she heard a yelp and looked down. A walker had come and bitten into the wolf's tail. The wolf let go of her and she pulled herself up. She watched as the wolf attacked the walker, tearing into its head. Interestingly enough, the wolf didn't eat the walker. The animals had adapted to them and learned that eating them would bring on sickness. The other wolves arrived and began to howl up at her. She began to climb the tree that was still standing. She wrapped her legs around it slowly began to move her way up like a bear. She had mastered the art of tree climbing as a child with Georgette when they'd play in the yard. She had always been pretty good at it. She grabbed onto a thick branch that looked strong enough to hold her and hoisted herself up so she was straddling it and holding onto it with her hands. The wolves continued to howl up at her. She watched the one with the bitten tail. It had moved away from the others. It looked sluggish and confused as it tripped over its own paws. Soon it fell to the ground and lay there, no longer moving. She was unsure on what she should do. Georgette had told her to take her time but Candice knew her sister was depending on her, waiting for her to burst into the room and get her out.

Soon the walkers came, attracted by the howling. She felt overwhelmingly hopeless as the wolves started to attack the walkers, she was a piece of food being fought over. Soon the wolves were driven off as more walkers arrived. The tree was surrounded by them, clawing at the bark, trying to get to her. The sun was starting to set and soon she'd be in complete darkness.

Georgette sat in the room her head up against the wall. She wanted to be patient but she felt it slipping and turning into worry and anger. It was nightfall and she hadn't heard from Candice. She tried to tell herself she was fine, she was just taking her time, making sure that they could get out safely. Maybe the man hadn't left the gas station today. She was quickly proven wrong when she heard the door at the other end of the hallway open and close again. She got up, a wave of anger crashing over her. She yelled out.

"HEY!" She went over to the door and put her face against it. "LET ME OUT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" She heard the footsteps in the hallway pause. "OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR!" The footsteps continued on and she heard the door down the hall open and close. She yelled out in anger and began repeatedly slamming her body against the door.

Beau sat at his workbench. He felt his heart pumping as he got to work. He picked up the scalpel and got to work. The head snapped hungrily at him. He started with the top of the head as usual. He made an incision and dragged the scalpel down, making a long and deep cut. With his hands he pulled the flesh apart, revealing the white skull. He could hear the head hissing at him. Picking it up he held it upside down and brought it down on the table, cracking it like an egg. He pulled away the cracked shards and looked inside to see the brain. It was the usual yellowish gray color. He plunged his knife in, silencing the walker and digging up a good amount of the brain as he brought it back out. He began to repeatedly stab into it, sending bits of brain all over himself and the table. He felt some land on his face and quickly wiped it away. He never tasted or ate anything after the person had died, too much of a risk. He'd once force-fed one of the girls flesh from a walker and she'd quickly gotten sick and died. He started to slowly skin the head, carefully keeping the flesh intact. When he was done he laid it out and looked at what he had done. What an artist he was. He stitched it together so it became a mask. He slowly slid it over his face. It fit him perfectly. He slipped it off and then got to work on the rest of the head. He removed everything else, leaving the skull. It would be nice add to his collection. He grabbed both the mask and skull and made his way to the staircase. The basement had two levels, which was why he had chosen the house to live in. The first basement level was where he kept his victims, his work table and tools. The bottom level was where he kept his work. He walked into the first room. It had a couch, a table with candles and an old pool table where he and Vince often played. He walked past and went into the next room, his favorite room in the house. It was dimly lit. A table on the other side of the room held what looked like pumpkins. They were skulls with candles inside. Hooks from the ceiling held several masks. It was his trophy room.

Beth lay in bed, tossing and turning. She couldn't remember the last time she had a good sleep. It had been years, ever since losing Daryl and the girls. She felt tears start to stream down her face and onto her pillow. It had been seventeen years and she still couldn't help but tear up at the thought of them. She remembered the last time she had seen his face. Before he'd gone back to help fight. She felt so alone in bed. She missed having him there, his arms wrapped around her. Sometimes she could still hear his voice, saying that he loved her, telling her he'd never leave her, that she and the girls were his whole world. She'd never feel Georgette jump on her in the morning, trying to get her up, or hear Candice's little giggle. Her whole life had been taken away from her in minutes; all she had left to hold onto was her son who was clearly getting more distant by the day. She slowly started to doze off, her thoughts carrying her into the usual romantic but cruel dream.

She sat up and saw him standing in the bedroom doorway. He was facing her, the smirk she had loved so much on his face. He was bare chested and wearing jeans. Maybe tonight it was real; maybe he was really standing there. She slowly got out of bed, and walked over to him. He watched her as she approached him. She let his name escape her lips as she stood in front of him. She reached up and touched his cheek. She could feel the stubble of hair at his jaw as she moved her hands down. His skin was cold but it felt so real. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in. He was solid and when she put her arms around him she could feel the scars lining his back. She looked up into his green eyes and said

"Please don't leave me." He brushed the hair from her face, and leaned down and softly kissed her. His lips, like the rest of his body were cold. She tangled her hands into his long dark hair and kissed him back, making it more passionate. They broke apart, breathing heavily. He leaned into her neck, burying his face in her long blonde hair. She heard him whisper.

"I love you."

She awoke, frantically looking for him. The doorway was empty and she was alone again. She fell back onto her pillow, taking a deep breath and letting the tears fall again. She thought back to all those years ago when she was an eighteen years old and they had just escaped the prison. She had clung to him and cried into his chest, the loss of her father fresh in her mind. There hadn't been anything romantic going on between them at the time, or at least they hadn't recognized it. She wished she could go back in time, knowing what she did now and make things different. She'd still have Georgette, Candice and Daryl.

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, been busy with work and classes. Thanks for all your reviews and support. Beau keeps getting worse and worse, if I had to describe him I'd say he's a mix between the killer Ed Gein and Patrick Bateman from the movie American Psycho.

For the past few days I've been trying to find an older actress that could look like an older Beth. It's hard to find pictures of Emily Kinney where she looks older because she looks so young for her age. I finally found Natalie Dormer, a 31-year-old actress. She's younger then Beth would be at this point the story (39/40 years old) but she's the best I could find. The pictures of her are posted in my profile.