Sweet Revenge - Bethyl Fanfic

Chapter Ten

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. The story I tell about Daryl and Beth is my own invention, and it is not purported, or believed, to be part of the Walking Dead story canon. It is for entertainment only and is not part of the official story line. 

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Chapter Ten

Shouts from the street below woke Beth from her nightmare. "Wake up, Tara, it's time," Beth said, nudging Tara up. They dressed quickly, grabbed the bag, and went to the window to see if everything was clear.  

It was still dark, but from somewhere far from their building they could see a red glow, and the smell of smoke was unmistakable. The diversions would be on-going, throughout the night, and would hopefully buy Beth and Tara time to search the compound. "Come on, it's clear," Beth whispered.  

The girls ducked out of their door and stuck close to the shadows that the looming buildings provided. Tara followed Beth as she took several turns and they came to a larger warehouse type building. They quieted went in, and Tara pulled her flashlight out of her bag, turning it on and pointing it at the room in front of them. "What the fuck?" Tara said, as her flashlight beam illuminated some kind of memorial room, candles were everywhere and little messages; names and dates were inscribed on the floors and walls along with personal effects. It was like a creepy shrine. The same words "Never Again. Never Trust. We First, Always" were painted everywhere, small and big, on the walls and the floors."  

"Creepy" Beth said, feeling a chill go up her spine. "Let's move on." She gestured toward a door on the other side of the room. Tara followed and they were careful not disturb anything on the floor. 

Beth slowly pushed the door open, seeing some fences. Her eyes landed on two enormous box-cars stacked not far away. She pushed the door open further and it squeaked a little. Beth froze, searching the shadows for movement. After a full minute, she felt safe that no one had heard them, and no one was around. "Look," she pointed at the box-cars, and Tara nodded.  

The two girls crept across the gravel yard to the box-cars. Beth went to investigate the car on bottom while Tara stood guard. Beth gave a tiny rap with her knuckle on the box-car. "Is anyone in there?" She whispered loudly.  

She tensed as she heard movement. "Help us," someone cried from inside the bottom box car, "Oh god, please help us."  

"Are there people in the car above you?" Beth whispered.  

There was a second of silence. "They stopped moving around a couple days ago."  

Beth's stomach turned, and she gulped in air, trying not to vomit.  

"Okay," Beth said, "We have people outside the fences, and we have a plan, but I can't get you out of there yet if it's going to work."  

"Don't leave us, please," a voice cried, and it sounded like a child. 

Beth shook her head, knowing they couldn't see her. "We won't. We're going to get you out but you just have to be patient a little longer."  

"Please... we're starving, how much longer?"  

Beth looked over her shoulder and met Tara's eyes. It took everything she had for Beth not to open the boxcar. "It'll be tomorrow. You'll hear some explosions, and then we'll come and get you out. Be ready."  

"Too long," an older voice called. "Some of us won't make it that long."  

Beth looked at Tara again. "We'll try to bring you some food and water in the next few hours. Just sit tight. We can't get caught or we won't be able to help you."