The Fear (The Walking Dead / Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 55 - Camps

Timelines don't match up perfectly. Like Beth and Daryl are a night ahead. Just the way the show is cut together jumping back and forth with different peoples times lines it's kinda hard to match it up but it won't matter really.

Third Person - Beth and Daryl

Their second camp didn't last long. A herd of walkers came out before the sun had even risen and flushed them out. Too many to fight let alone in the dark. The herd followed them to a highway where they were forced to take cover in the boot of a car, waiting until morning until the road was clear and the sun up.

They searched the car and grabbed the hub caps and rope to make a perimeter around their next camp, the hub caps being used as a warning of approaching walkers. Beth also grabbed the glass off the headlight to use to make a fire with the sun and in the glove box she found a small notebook and pen. She grabbed it without thinking much. She had stopped writing in her diary when they left the farm but the safety of the prison had made her start again. But she had been forced to leave it behind. But that didn't mean she was going to give up. Her dad once said that writing things down was important. Memories were important. So she took it to their next came, lit the fire and wrote her first entry while Daryl collected the fire wood. They had their first undisturbed sleep that night and in the morning Daryl went and found a snake to feed them. It was a good spot and he had no intention of leaving.

Beth sat in silence having finished her breakfast while Daryl still chewed away at his. Most of her apatite had gone. The fire was starting to burn down and Daryl was still yet to say anything all morning. In fact he never said anything unless Beth prompted him into it. And that's what she did.

"I need a drink." She announced. Daryl threw a water bottle her way without even looking over.

"No I mean a real drink. As in alcohol." Daryl continued eating. "I've never had one. Cause of my dad but he's not exactly around anymore so... I thought we could go find some." She was met with more silence. "Okay." She stood. "Well enjoy your snake jerky." Beth once again walked off, grabbing her knife. Daryl moved after a little while to follow. More or less just moving when she moved to keep her alive.

He following where she walked, took out a few walkers they passed and that was it. Until she stumbled across an old golf club.

There were more walkers inside and across the field. But there was also supplies and a change of clothes. Daryl didn't change but Beth found a yellow polo shirt and a grey sweater. Daryl also found paper money and shoved them inside a bag much to her confusion. Fuel for a fire was his thought but he didn't bother explaining that to her.

Eventually they found the bar. Right up the back but completely picked clean. This place had been ransacked early on by the look of it but Beth kept looking while Daryl wandered around. He found a framed Members List and smashed the glass to pull it out. More fuel for a fire.

"Did you have to break the glass?" Beth asked as he folded it up and put it in his bag.

"No. Do you have your drink yet?"

"No. But I found this. Peach Schnapps. Is it good?"

"No."

"It's the only thing left."

Daryl moved away not particularly caring about the teenagers strange little mission. He found a dart board and collected the darts to throw. But instead of choosing the target he found a mounted collection of portraits up on the wall showing the presidents or founders of the club.

Beth tried to clean a cup but gave up and decided to just go for the bottle while Daryl buried darts into each of the portraits, his aim true each time.