Claimed

Chapter Six

[Beth]
I wake in a small pastel pink room. The sheets of the canopy bed are floral print. I examine the room to find a small dressing table with a mirror. There is a pile of clean clothes resting on it. There's a white wardrobe, I'm assuming is filled with clothes. There is a large window as well, that looks over a field and a barn. This must be the farm.
I change into the clothes left for me and walk out of the room. I don't remember coming into the house last night, but it's ok. I come down the steps and walk into a living room. It's full of people I've never met, and they all stare at me.
"Good morning Beth! Sleep well?" Rick says as he jumps off the couch.
"Oh.. Uhh yeah thanks."
"Everyone, this is Beth. She's one of the new ones I picked up last night." I wave and smile slightly, and everyone in the room waves. I'm introduced to everyone, too.
"I'm Carl!" A small boy says as he jumps off the floor. Everyone laughs, and so do I.
"Well, hello Carl." I say, smiling at the boy.
"Where's Bella and Daryl?" I ask.
"Down the hall, last door on the left." The woman named Maggie says. I nod and go down the hall.

I knock on the door, but there's no answer. I slowly open it, careful not to make a sound. Daryl and Bella are fast asleep on the bed. I smile and walk over. I slowly shake Daryl.
"Daryl." I whisper.
"Hmm..?" He says half asleep.
"C'mon, time to get up.."
"Mhhmmmh.." He rolls over so his back is facing me. I shake him more forcefully this time.
"Daryl get up!" I still whisper, trying not to wake Bella. He rolls and his back and looks up at me.
"Jesus Christ woman, I'm up!" I roll my eyes.
"Get up." He mumbles something under his breath and gets out of bed. I walk over to Bella.
"Bella, time to get up!" I say cheerfully.
"Not the kind of wake up I got." Daryl says.
"Well she's not a lazy pig." I retort. That'll teach him. He raises his eyebrow, but says nothing. Bella stirs a little, and hops out of bed. All three of us walk back down the hall into the living room.

Daryl and Bella are introduced to everyone. Carl pats the spot on the floor next to him, motioning me to sit there. I gladly do. Bella sits on the other side of Carl, and Daryl sits next to me. I smile at everyone laughing and talking. It actually feels like a home here, not just some suck-ass camp. Carl tugs on my arm.
"Look at all my toys!" He yells. He has a dump truck, a G.I Joe action figure, a few Barbies that he gave to Bella, and a few toy guns.
"Wow!"
"I know." He turns back to Bella and continues playing.
"I think someone has a crush." Daryl says to the group. Everyone laughs. I look at Daryl and smile. He smiles back, oddly.
"Well, we should get to work on those fences!" The man named Hershel says.
"We'll help, if you need it." I say.
"We all have jobs to do, don't we?"

Daryl, Maggie, Glenn and I are in the front area of the farm working on fences. Maggie and I have become good friends. She's really easy to talk to. Glenn and her are together, and Hershel is her father. This is her family's land. I overhear Daryl and Glenn's conversation. Glenn is talking about Maggie. Maggie smiles when she hears, too. Our joyful fence-building is cut off by a screams and a gunshot.

"Oh shit!" I yell as I run toward the sound. Daryl follows close behind. We recognize that scream. It's Bella. I stop dead in my tracks. Rick walks out from behind the farmhouse, holding a body. Bella's body. My mind races. Tears stream down my face.
"Bella!!" I scream, running toward her. I feel Daryl's strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me back. "Bella!" I sob, crying onto Daryl's shoulder.
"I-I haven't put her down yet." Rick says, his eyes filled with tears. Daryl immediately takes out his knife. I stop him.
"No." I say, trying not to cry.
"But you ca-"
"Give me the knife." Tears burn the back of my eyes. He gives me a concerned look, but hands be the knife. Rick places Bella's lifeless body in front of me. A huge bite mark rests on her throat. She looks like a porcelain doll. I hold the knife, my hand shaking, my vision blurry from the tears.
"I can-"
"No Daryl. I-I have to." I take a shaky breath and drive the knife through little Bella's skull. Anger washes over me. For me, for the walker, for everything, and I take it all out on Bella. I keep stabbing Bella's head, over and over. I scream at the body, like all my problems were caused by this innocent girl. Daryl grabs my hand, stopping me. I drop the knife and sob onto Bella's chest. I pull her body onto my lap. My hands and pants and shirt get drenched in blood. But I don't care. I don't care anymore.

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A/N So she's dead😂 Yeah I feel like this chapter is sorta rushed, but eh! Hope you liked, and please vote and comment! Love you all!

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