6 months later. . .
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Beth:
We had been on the road for about an hour. Daryl's hand was on my leg, and my hand was on top of his. I wound my fingers around his. We had pretty much given up on looking for the others. It had been a year since we were attacked. Daryl and I hadn't found a place to sleep that lasted more than a week or two since our stay with Morgan a year ago.
As we drove on, we didn't see many houses, but we could see the buildings of a city ahead of us. "We'll pass the city and head for the mountains." Daryl's breaking the silence made me jump. "Sorry" he mumbled. I nodded. "You think it'll be safer up in the mountains?" He nodded. "Less people before the world went to shit. Should be less walkers now. And either way, walkers probably wouldn't make the incline up the mountain." I looked out my window. "Okay."
Daryl:
As we got closer to the city, I could feel Beth start to tense up. "It'll be okay." She looked at me. She knew as well as I did that cities usually meant herds, but we had one on our trail anyway so there wasn't any use in turning around. We had to go forward.
We drove on for another half hour or so. I'd kinda left my mind drift, and Beth was asleep. I slammed on the brakes. Beth 'bout flew outta her seat, whipping her head all around to see what was happening, eyes wide. We were right in the middle of the biggest herd I'd ever seen. "Shit! We gotta try to drive through 'em." Beth nodded. I floored it and we flew forward takin' walkers down by the dozen. Eventually, they started to get stuck under the wheels, and we stopped movin'. We were stuck. This was the end. I looked over at Beth. She knew we were done, because she looked at the floor and started to cry. "What do you wanna do, Beth?" She looked up at me with tear filled eyes. "I don't wanna be gutted. I wanno go." With that I saw the innocent, sad Beth from a few years ago, come back. "Me neither." I looked out the window. Thousands upon thousands of walkers had us surrounded. Too many to try to fight them off. I pulled out my gun.
Beth:
I watched Daryl get his gun out, then grabbed mine. Daryl leaned over and kissed me for a long time. I grabbed ahold of his free hand. I brought my gun to my temple, as Daryl did the same. He squeezed my hand and I counted.
"One."
"Two."
With tears in my eyes I took a deep breath.
"Three."
