Back to Back
They weren't really sure where it had come from, or who had taught Beth to fight like that. It was like watching a scene from a movie watching Beth and Daryl fight off the walkers surrounding them. Everyone else had pretty much stopped what they were doing, the walkers focusing on Beth and Daryl. They were back to back in the middle. Every shot they took landed dead center in the brain. When walkers started to press more against Beth than Daryl he ducked low and she rolled over the top of his back, taking up her place on the other side, firing her gun. Daryl was doing just as well if not better, dropping walker after walker with his gun. They stayed back to back, seeming to read each other's body language as they moved around. At one point, out of bullets and unable to get to her knife quickly enough, Beth hooked her arms in Daryl's and he lifted her off the ground enough that she could lift her leg high in the hair before crushing the heel of her boot into the walker's head.
They quickly pulled away from each other and she pulled out her knife, dancing more than fighting as she stabbed the walkers that came at her. Daryl's gun had run out by now and he was batting left and right, taking down walker after walker with his crossbow. "Beth," he called out, holding out his hand. She took it and he spun her around, like a dance move and she stabbed a walker in the head as he dropped his crossbow and pulled out two knives.
The rest of the group looked on, not doing much to help. When the walkers all lay dead on the ground Beth replaced her knife and picked up Daryl's crossbow, handing it to him. "Where the fuck did that come from?" Glenn asked.
Carl shook his head and stared at them as they made their way over. "I don't know, but remind me not to piss them off. Ever."