THICK SKULL , twd [ 1 ]

39. rich bitch

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    KOA'S BREATHING IS QUICKENING as her, Beth and Daryl stuff themselves in a small trunk of a car.

     They had been running from more walkers between the darkness when they realized it was far too dangerous to fight, leaving them to find shelter in the cramped space. Thunder rumbles as Koa tries to slow her breathing. Beth's body is against hers. The blonde's hair tickling her face.

        The only light shines in from a small hole in the trunk, leaving Koa to only be able to see the blue eyes that belong to the two. Koa gulps, eyes screwing shut as her chest heaves. The sudden touch along her hand makes her shoot her eyes. She immediately recognizes it as Beth's hand, melting into her touch as walkers snarl around them.

      Their shadows make Koa's hand grip Beth's tighter, other hand holding her pig gutter. Within seconds, the thunder becomes more intense and then there's a pounding all along the frame of the car. The walkers have found them.

     Daryl has his bow lined up, ready for them as both the elements and walkers shake the car.

                THE MORNING SUN SHINES in, birds are chirping and the thunder has moved passed them.

   All night, the two girls stayed hand in hand, begging to survive this. The walker's and their snarls have disappeared. With a sharp inhale, Koa wipes sweat from her forehead.

           Beth unties the knot that had closed them into the trunk. Koa braces herself for the light and to finally be able to breath again. The trunk creaks open. Koa throws her hand over her eyes at the sunlight. With the help of Daryl, Koa exits the trunk, clinging to Beth as soon as her feet hit the pavement.

      Koa takes in the surroundings she couldn't see last night. A long, forest guarded road surrounds them. A few dead walkers and the car they were just in are the only things around.

        "Supplies," Daryl grunts, gesturing to the car. The three start searching the car. Koa takes over the driver's side while Koa shuffles through the glove compartment. But there's nothing except junk. Beth and Daryl grab some things before the three give up, walking down the road in search of anyone or anything.

          BROWN ORBS WATCH BETH as she positions the car mirror to reflect off the sun, catching their bundle of sticks aflame.