Stuck in a Tree
Beth frowned as she looked at the gap between the lowest branch and the ground. They had had to climb the tree to escape walkers, but now, she was more than positive she was stuck. It was a long jump down. How the hell had she even managed to climb up here? Daryl was waiting for her back on the ground as she carefully tried to find the right footing for her feet. Maybe if she straddled the last branch she could just swing down? "What the hell is taking so long?" Daryl asked.
"I'm stuck," she answered, hugging the branch a little tighter and looking down at him. "I need help."
"Are you fuckin' kidding me? Just jump."
"What if I break something?" She frowned and tried to move again but didn't like how she was positioned. If she'd been on the other side, the side she'd climbed up, she'd be fine, but she'd had to move to Daryl could climb up and now she was in a bad spot.
Daryl sighed and walked over. "Slip down between these two, I'll catch you." Beth whimpered, but did as he said and started to slip down between two branches. She felt Daryl's arms wrap around her waist. "Okay, let go." Closing her eyes tightly, Beth let go of the branches and landed in Daryl's arms. She looked up at him slowly. "So you're not a monkey," he muttered, putting her on her feet.
Beth huffed and crossed her arms. "No, I'm a hobbit, we like the ground."