Stronger - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Part 7: Stronger

Beth woke up hearing loud bangs on the car, as it something was trying to force its way in.

It was a walker. It was jumping continuously on the car bonnet, attempting to break the glass.

"Daryl, Daryl wake up!" Beth trembled, shaking the man's shoulders.

"What?" He blurted.

"Look," she pointed to the front of the car.

Daryl stretched to get his crossbow which was placed on the left front seat.

He got out of the car cautiously, and made his way behind the walker. He grabbed its worn out shirt by the back and pushed its head against the bonnet violently. He pulled his left arm back, and held the crossbow in between his chin and shoulder; pulling the arrow back and into the walker's empty head.

He watched it slide off the bonnet and fall flat on its head.

Daryl walked back to the car, making crunching noises with his feet as he stepped on dry leafs.

"That was great," she applauded him.

Daryl shot her a nod, "and you, ya getting better?"

Beth moved closer to Daryl, putting her hand on his chest and resting her head gently near his shoulder, "yeah, I can feel it healing, thank you," she said sweetly.

After staring outside the window for a minute, she looked into Daryl's eyes.

"We've been in this old trash for a while, should try findin' somewhere else," Daryl suggested.

"Yeah, I've had enough of this junk."

"Ah... There's a place near that house I went to," Daryl remembered.

"Are we there yet?" Beth asked.

They took a couple more steps through the endless forest that surrounded them, making their way through twigs, leafs and dying plants, they had finally reached their destination.

"Here," Daryl indicated, moving a hanging tree branch to step onto a gravel path.

They made their way around to the front door and realised it had been locked, therefore they looked for another entrance.

"It's open," Daryl observed the back door of the pale wooden-walled bungalow, "this place must be infested with those things."

"So what're we gonna do?" Beth questioned, looking over Daryl's shoulder and through the glass in the door.

"You're gonna need more protection," he said, handing her a gun. Beth grabbed it with her weak hands and put it in her back pocket. The gun had fallen onto the welcome mat without her realizing.

The cupboards were all wooden just as the large dining table in the middle of the rectangular room. They took different directions around the table and met again in the hallway, there were three doors besides them, one to the left and two to the right.

"I'll go in 'er, you go in there. We'll meet in a couple o'minutes," Daryl ordered.

They both opened the doors simultaneously and prepared their weapons for any walkers.

Beth got the double bedroom. Its walls we're wooden and the floor was covered by patterned carpets. Beth looked around in every corner, behind the long navy blue curtains and underneath the bed. The room seemed empty.

She noticed a slight bump in the bed and wrinkly sheets.

"You got anything Daryl?" She called, with no response.