Hope- The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Ch 17-Safety?

~Beth~

My lungs burned from running, and all of my muscles were beyond sore. Every step sent pain through my body, but I didn't dare stop. I knew of i stopped, as could die. So I continued without complaining.

Carl ran behind me, and I could here his deep pants and gasps as he ran. His face was deep red, and the sweat dripped off of his forehead. I looked ahead at Daryl. He seemed to be doing fine. He was also carrying probably a hundred pounds worth of guns, food, ammo, and medical supplies in the duffle bag.

"I- I can't.- we- have-to-take-a-break," I heard Carl gasp between each little word. I slowed down, and he stopped, bending over. He looked sick, and before I could ask if he was okay, he bent over and I heard the familiar sounds of coughing and gagging.

I looked away as he threw up, and by this point Daryl had come back to us. "Carl you alrigh'?" He nodded, before throwing up again.

"No you aren't! We have to find a place to rest Daryl," I gasped. My lungs weren't as pained, but it seemed stopping made my muscles hurt more.

I heard Daryl groan,"Fine. Let's keep walking, until we can find a place." He tossed me a bottle of water. I chugged down a big gulp, before giving Carl a drink, then poring some on the back of his neck.

I felt extremely bad for him. He probably wasn't used to running like we were. We had ran like this maybe once a day when it was just Daryl and I.

We kept walking through the forest for awhile. I turned around just in time to see a walker about to attack Carl. I quickly took out my knife, and walking forward, stabbing it through its eye, and pulling it out, struggling a bit.

He nodded, and I took it as a silent "thankyou". I nodded back with a smile, and we continued on through the forest. It seems to get denser and denser, and as I'm looking around I notice this isn't where we are supposed to be heading.

"Daryl," I asked quietly.

"What," he grumbled. I notice his attitude, and realize we aren't heading towards the railroad tracks.

"We are supposed to go to the railroad remember? We are going to meet Rick and Michone there," I said it softly, trying not to sound irritated.

"It's not safe there," he mumbled, continuing on.

"We agreed to meet Rick and Michone there," I said again, completely stopping. He picks up the stubbornness in my tone, and turns around.

"I know that. But, we ain't going there, I know a bunker suppose' be round here," he said, spitting on the ground. I rolled my eyes, time to deal with moody Daryl.

"We have to meet them," I heard Carl say, followed after a coughing fit.

"We ain't goin' with him like that," Daryl said, motioning to Carl,"Now c'mon, it should be roun here."

I groaned quietly, running to catch up to him. I suddenly tripped over something, and fell. I could feel a sudden pain in my ankle. I screamed a bit, confused at what just happened.
I looked down to see a tripped over a hatch, and I looked at my ankle. It was swollen, and I couldn't move it.

"And we ain't going with ya like that," he said, squatting down looking at my ankle.

"Can't move it," I murmured.

"At least we found the bunker," he murmured, going over the hatch and opening it. "Stay ere, imma check it. Scream if something happens." He was suddenly gone.

Carl squatted down next to me. He touched my ankle, and I groaned at the pain. "Sorry," he muttered.

"How ya feeling," I asked. He shrugged.

"Shouldn't be asking me, you just broke your ankle," he smiled. I giggled a bit. He was just trying to distract me from the pain, but my ankle hurt like hell.

We waited a few minutes in silence, until Daryl popped his head out of the hatch. "C'mon, wasting time," he muttered. He put his arms out for me, and we struggled getting me inside.

Carl climbed down, and he closed the hatch behind him. When the hatch closed, lights turned on. It lit up the long hallway, in which we would probably be staying for awhile.

Right when you get down, you are in a small room. There is a table, a fridge, a stove/oven, and a microwave. There are cabinets to the right of it, filled with pots, pans, and other cooking utensils.

Then there were two doorways. The one to the left was a bathroom, and to tell right led to a room full of beds twin beds. Daryl laid me down on one, and took off my shoe. I rolled up my jeans so he could examine my ankle.

"Carl, go down the hallway righ' there, and see if you can find something for her," he said. Carl nodded, and went into the room. Five minutes later he came back with one of those ice packs that you have to break to activate, a brace of some sort, and some aspirin.

I took the pill, and Daryl put the ice pack on my ankle. "Jus' rest, I'll look for some food and water," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead than walking away with Carl.

Soon the dark consumed me.

~Daryl~

Me and Carl walked back to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. There was nothing in there except for expired stuff. We than went back down into a little supplies room, to see shelves and shelves of food.

"Holy shit," he muttered, a smile plastered on his face.

"Ya shouldn't say that," I murmured, using a flashlight to examine the food.

"Who cares anymore," he said. I shrugged in agreement, than came across some soup. I grabbed three cans, and some crackers, then went into the kitchen. Luckily, the stove still worked, so I boiled the soup and brought a bowl back to Beth, and two others for me and Carl.

We sat in three beds next to each other. I sat next to Beth, and Carl sat on the other side of her.

"I'll go get Rick and Michone and bring me back here," I muttered, breaking the silence.

"WHAT! No Daryl ya can't go alone," Beth shouted in disbelief.

"Yeah! Lemme go with ya," Carl whined.

I shook my head," Neither of ya are in the condition to go. If something happens and your alone Beth, ya won't be able to get out by yourself. Carl stay here with her, I'll leave tomorrow morning."

"No! Daryl, ya can't go alone, what if something happens-" she started. I cut her off.

"Exactly. If something happens, walkers somehow get in when your alone, ya can't walk by yourself. I'm used to being alone, I trust Carl to take care of ya, and you should trust I can take care of myself," I finished. I regret the tone of my voice, it sounded like I was reprimanding a little kid.

"I can take care of myself too," she muttered.

"Not with that ankle," I muttered back.

"So what? I need a babysitter?! I'm 18," she yelled.

"Age got nothin' to do with it! IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YA, I WILL FEEL LIKE SHIT AND BLAME IT ON MYSELF. YA ARE HURT. ILL BE BACK, I PROMISE," I yelled back at her."it's safe here, for now."

She was silent, and I looked over at Carl who was awkwardly eating his soup. "Fine," Beth muttered, obviously upset at me.

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