Fighting Walkers - With Him (The Walking Dead, Series three - Beth and Daryl) ✔️

Chapter twelve: We Ain't Killers.

Chapter twelve: We Ain't Killers.

"Hide!" Daryl pushed me off to the side of the road and behind a huge telephone pole.

"What is it? I don't see any walkers." I whispered.

"Is that?" He trailed off and looked in the direction opposite us. I looked in the same direction and saw something walking along the forest. Was it a walker or was it a person? I had no idea. Black medium length hair, no bloody clothes. It was Tara.

I left Daryl and called her name a few times. She soon appeared in front of me.

"Tara!" I yelled with joy as I raced up to hug her. She was surprised when she hugged me back. "Where have you been? Where did you go?" I asked as we pulled away from each other.

"I, uh. left." She said, making my smile disappear.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because you two didn't need me hanging around and causing trouble, I was with the governor." She said as Daryl appeared next to me.

"You were." I said softly as I remembered my father. "But that was in the past and you didn't hurt anybody."

Daryl sighed. "Yeah, you didn't." I smiled as he agreed with me for once.

"You're not angry?" She turned to Daryl.

He shook his head. "No, I was just mad because we lost people and I guess I wanted to take it out on somebody and you were the closest thing to the prison."

Wow, he was actually admitting that he was wrong about that and I was glad it was water under the bridge. Now we could get back to surviving and getting back to the others.

"Thank you, Daryl." Tara smiled at both of us. "And I'm sorry for what happened."

I touched her shoulder gently. "It wasn't your fault."

She nodded as I took my hand away and looked around. "So, where are you guys headed?" Tara asked, taking out her gun to check if it was loaded.

"We don't know," I admitted, "we had a run in with a few people but we got away."

"Come on," She urged to both of us, "we should get going before darkness hits again." We both agreed as we continued to walk along this lonely road.

"Where did you go after you left?" I asked while checking that my knife was secure.

"Um, I found a small town and collected a few supplies but they got lost when a heard overran the place." She said.

"You're okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm fine. After that, I was jumping from one place to another and I know this great shed up ahead filled with cars and stuff."

I smiled. "Great, maybe we can sleep there?" I turned to Daryl who walked next to me.

He nodded. "Sounds good. A car is better than sleeping on the ground."

We traveled a few miles ahead and came across a set of train tracks and then a huge tin shed. Tara was right, it was filled with about seven different cars. I sighed with relief. Running was hard and surviving was even harder.

"Pick your car." Tara opened the shed door even wider and let us in.

"I don't think so." A voice echoed from inside the shed, making me shiver with fear.

"We don't want no trouble. We just need a place to sleep." Daryl interrupted before the unknown person could say anything else.

A man appeared from one of the cars. He had this evil look in his eyes that made me want to turn away and run.

"Technically, I was here first," Tara cleared her throat, "my stuff is over there."

"But then you left," he snickered, "beat it. I'm not afraid to get a little blood on my hands."

The sun began to set, making the shed dimmer than it was before we got here. "Come on, let's go." Tara sighed, collecting her bag.

"No," I stopped her from leaving, "we can't let him win."

"My people will be back any minute now and they aren't afraid to kill either." He walked closer to us.

"I don't want to draw attention ourselves." Tara whispered.

"She's right, Beth," Daryl began, "we don't know what he and his people are capable of and we aren't killers."

I took out my knife anyway. "We need to think about ourselves for once. Can't you hear the moaning of the dead?"

Tara slowly closed the door and nodded. "There's no where else to go."

"She's got a point." I raised my eyebrows at Daryl. He didn't look too sure about the idea
of killing another man for a place to sleep at night. "What would Rick do?" I asked him. "What would the others do?"

Daryl thought for a minute. "We ain't killers."

"I know." I sighed as this was sticky situation.

The man laughed. "Oh, looks like my friends have arrived to join the party!" We saw no other human being in sight, only the dead outside these walls.

"There's nobody here." Tara said to him.

"I think my friends outside those walls will tell you otherwise." He smirked as he took out his gun. "Go on, move it or I'll kill you all."

"Then your little friends will hear it and come running towards you." I smirked as I leaned against the door. "And we won't feel the pain."

"Not if I shoot you in the lower body." He smirked.

"Then they'll come for you anyway." Daryl added as he got his crossbow out and loaded it up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man pointed his gun directly at Daryl.

The moans of the walkers filled the tin shed as they trailed along the train tracks in a group. "Did you know that a crossbow is a lot quieter than a gun." Daryl aimed it at the man. I smiled as I took out my knife.

We ain't killers, I repeated inside of my head. We ain't killers. But maybe we were and this world changed people and it had definitely changed me.

"Do it," I whispered to Daryl, "before he kills us first."

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