𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗫𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝗙 𝗢 𝗨 𝗥 𝗧 𝗬 - 𝗘 𝗜 𝗚 𝗛 𝗧

-𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗼𝗼-

BETH

      LOOKING OVER THE MONITORS
that were mounted to the wall, Beth studied over Taylor's vitals carefully.

          Her and Carol had just showed up out of the blue the other day, and Beth was assigned to look after Taylor.

         Seeing her eyes flutter open, Beth couldn't help but smile, walking to her bedside, "Hey.".

Tears pricking in her eyes, a smile creeped onto Taylor's face as she ushered for Beth to give her a hug.

The two teens brought each other into an embrace relishing in one another's company before they pulled away.

"I'm so happy I found you. Maggie, Daryl, and everyone else is gonna be so excited to have you back." Taylor chimed, to which Beth sadly nodded.

"That sounds amazin' Taylor. But uh..it's not exactly that simple...." She replied.

That's when Dawn, the leader of the group that had originally taken Beth, walked into the hospital room, her eyes landing on Taylor.

"I see she's awake." She said, looking over to Beth.

"O-Oh. Yeah. Her vitals are perfectly fine." Beth replied, handing Dawn the chart of Taylor's vitals.

She briefly looked over them before handing the clipboard back to Beth, walking up to Taylor's bedside.

That's close enough, lady. I don't even fucking know you." Taylor said, scooting to the other end of the hospital bed and away from Dawn.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Some of my officers saved you and your friend Carol from the rotters." She explained.

"Saved? One of your buddy o' pals bashed me in the head with the ass of their fucking gun. You call that saving?" Taylor scoffed.

"You 'ought to be grateful. Most little girls like yourself are dead nowadays." Dawn sneered, sitting at the end of the bed, "Tell me, besides being immune," Dawn grabbed Taylor's arm with her bite mark, "How did you survive the psychopaths, raiders, and rapists?".

"Don't touch me!" Taylor yelped, breaking from Dawn's hold, "Please...".

Dawn looked over her quietly before slapping her across the face.