Stronger - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Part 5: Gone

Beth woke up with the sunlight hitting the side of her face. She stretched out, yawned and noticed she got terrible cramps over the night for sleeping in such an uncomfortable position in such an uncomfortable place.

She took a mere look around the truck and realised Daryl wasn't in it. "Daryl?" She said, "Where are you?" She looked at the front seats once again and glanced outside.

He was gone.

"What? Why would he leave me? I thought we were over this fight, I don't understand," she panicked.

She noticed the doors had been locked, he must have taken the old keys with him which meant she was locked inside a dusty ancient car until he returned, if he ever did.

She tried to break the windows by banging on them with her fists several times and then stopped, afraid that the walkers would hear her smash it.

She called out his name once again, hoping he'd be around, or just hoping all this was nothing but a nightmare.

"I'm gonna rot to death in here. I have no food, I have no water. I can't even," she coughed, "...breathe." Beth said struggling and gasping for fresh air.

There was sweat dripping down her forehead, she felt so much anxiety being stuck in that tiny dusty vehicle.

She lied down on the back seat staring at the roof, frustrated and wondering why he'd leave her out of the blue, the way he did.

She noticed a small gap on the ceiling.

"I can probably get out of here if I climb out through there," she said to herself.

She grabbed her knife left on the worn out carpet of the car, and started to enlarge the hole.

It was exhausting. She felt so weak, she hadn't eaten properly for days.

"I can do this, I'm not a little girl," Beth motivated herself.

The blonde girl kept cutting and dashing through the steel, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

She missed the roof and cut her hand by accident. Blood started to pour from the wound and onto her clothes. She took off her flannel and wrapped it around the cut.

Beth felt like she was was pushing herself too far but she kept going. She needed to get out of there immediately.

She pushed the sharp gap open with her hands with all her strength, she had fortunately formed a hole big enough for her to fit through and escape.

She packed the rest of her things into her backpack and placed it on the outside of the car. She then made her way carefully through the gap, as it scratched and cut the skin around her hips.

"Fuck!" she cursed in pain.

She had finally made her way out and was now sitting on the car's roof, ready to jump onto the ground.

She chucked her bag on the floor in front of her and then jumped, using her hands to support her weight, she landed on her feet.

Beth stood up and looked at the flannel wrapped around her wounded hand, she took it off to see if the bleeding had stopped but at the sight of her own blood, she felt her stomach twist with disgust.

Beth's face turned as pale as a sheet, she started to see the tall trees around her with blurred vision. Everything was spinning around her rapidly like a tornado, she felt her thoughts get louder and her pulse get faster.

She felt her body drop slowly to the ground with a thump.

She had passed out.