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GREY KINGSTON
i pick off the walkers that are left in the hall and on the stairs that lead to the basement—where daryl escaped to.
running down the rest of the steps, i see daryl stabbing as many walkers as he can while he holds them off with tables he's pushed in front of himself.
it's a small swarm of them down here and i try not to get distracted by watching him as i defend myself from the few that are coming towards me.
"I TOLD YA TO GO!" he yells, shooting a walker that gets too close to me.
"yeah, i know." i mutter, as i take down my own.
"come on!" i yell, seeing a clearing. he makes a run for it, following me back up the steps.
we make a beeline for the back door and i shove it open so far it hits the house with a thud.
"where's beth?" daryl asks as we run down the porch steps.
"i told her to run towards the street."
"the hell'd you come back inside for? i told both of ya to leave."
"you wouldn't have left one of us behind." i say, which daryl chooses to ignore.
we run through the woods for about 5 minutes until we're met with the road. a car speeds off right in front of us, it's tires at our feet. two white crosses are illuminated on it's back windows as it drives off into the dark night.
daryl and i take notice of the bag beth was carrying lying on the street.
"what the-"
"beth!" daryl yells, racing down the street towards the car. "BETH!"
i run after him as fast as i can.
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daryl and i chase the taillights of the car that took beth for as long as we can, only stopping to catch our breath for a few seconds before getting right back to it.
the sun's starting to come up and we've made it to a three way stop. daryl and i slow down, standing in the middle of the wide street.
we don't know if the car continued straight or went left or right. we're out of breath and panting for air.
i plop to the ground, tears immediately welling up in my eyes.
daryl sits next to me. he doesn't say anything, he just lets me cry in silence with only his presence beside me.
i don't know how long we sit here for. it could easily be an hour and a half.
when my tears finally slow down, i feel numb. my eyes are puffy and i'm sure my nose is red. i'm having a hard time shaking the constant train of negative thoughts floating through my mind. i feel as if we are stuck. we officially have no leads on beth or the others and i don't know where to go from here—i don't think daryl knows either.
