Keep Moving Forward (Sequel To Redneck Lover)

Chapter 12

Hey guys I am so sorry it took so long to do this update. But  it took forever I hope you like it. Love you thanks for the patience
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*Daryl*

I missed Adelyne and Aiden. I thought about them all the time. Were  they alive? If so were they safe? I couldn't stop asking myself and having no answers to these questions. It was killing me inside. I was dead from the inside out.

"I need a drink" Beth said.

I tossed her a water bottle and continued to eat my snake.

"No I mean like a real drink. Like alcohol."

Was she serious?

"I never had one. Cause of my Dad. But he's not exactly around anymore, so I thought we could go find some."

Still I said nothing. The silence was growing then she spoke again.

"Okay. Well, enjoy your snake jerky."

She got up and walked away. I sighed, she was going to get herself killed. I stood up putting out the fire and followed. When I found her she was behind a hiding from two walkers. She managed to get them away from her. I stepped forward purposely making a noise so she looked at me. Thats when I started walking and she followed me. We had been walking and she wouldn't stop flapping her lips the whole time.

"I think we made it a way. I'm pretty sure we got to go that way to find the booze."

I stepped over the string and Beth ran into making the cans rattle.

"What the hell? You brought me back. I'm not staying in this suck-ass camp."

As she flipped me the bird I grabbed her wrist angry.

"Hey! You had your fun" I growled.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you feel anything? Yeah, you think everything's screwed. I guess that's a feeling. So you want to spend the rest of our lives staring into a fire and eating mud snakes? Screw that. We might as well do something. I can take care of myself and I'm gonna get a damn drink" she explained to me walking off.

I groaned annoyed and followed her anyway.
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*Third Person*

Daryl came out of the woods onto a field. There was a  golf house for residents who played.

"Golfers like to booze it up, right?" Beth asked.

"Come on. Might be people inside."

After they made sure it was clear they entered. They took in their surroundings. Daryl aimed his flashlight on the ground. Dead bodies, but what caught his attention was the growling. Aiming his flashlight up and seen walkers hanging from the ceiling. It was a sight that he didnt think he'd ever be able to unsee. They browsed and Daryl waited impatiently while Beth had a drink. As he just launched darts at faces on the wall Beth stalled. He sighed annoyed walking over grabbing the bottle she had smashing it in the ground.

"You gonna have your first drink, ain't gonna be no damn peach schnapps."
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*Daryl*

As I walked through the woods with Beth neither of us said much. I didn't mind the silence to be honest I actually enjoy when its quiete.

"A motorcycle mechanic."

I looked at her confused.

"Huh?"

"That's my guess. For what you were doing before the turn. Did Zack ever guess that one?"