Bethyl: Remember Me

Chapter Five: Where Am I?

(This chapter is in Beth's point of view)

Trees. I saw a lot of trees. I was looking up, through a window, and I could just make out my reflection.
I had blue eyes and blonde hair, and a bandage over my head. Is that what I look like?
I was moving, probably in a car, and the trees passed by so quickly it made me dizzy. I tried to sit up, but I felt a sharp pain in my forehead.
"Ow!" I moaned, holding my head in my hands.
"You're awake!" I heard a voice say. I looked up to see a black man with a slight beard driving the car. He looked at me through the rear-view mirror.
"Who... Are you? And what happened to me?" I asked the man.
"I'm Morgan Jones. I saved you from the walkers," he answered, looking away from the mirror to watch the road. Wait... Did he say walker? Like the things old people use to walk?
"Uh... Mr. Jones... I don't think walkers are dangerous," I pointed out, confused. Morgan started laughing so hard that he had to pull over.
"Hun, they eat people. Yeah, they're 'not' dangerous," he joked, still laughing his ass off. I started laughing, too, because imagining walkers eating people was an interesting sight. But I quickly stopped laughing, because it was making my head hurt again.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" Morgan asked me, looking over his shoulder. I thought for a moment, trying to remember. But as I was doing so, I realized I couldn't remember a thing! My mind was completely blank.
"I don't... Remember anything," I replied, terrified. Morgan looked at me sympathetically.
"You think I'm crazy, then... Talking about walkers," he said and started driving again. I nodded slowly, not wanting to move my head too much.

Morgan explained everything to me, about how the dead come back if you don't shoot them in the head. I started panicking, and Morgan had to pull over again. He calmed me down by pointing out that I survive this long, so it couldn't be that hard to survive longer. Who knows? Maybe I was a sword-wielding badass?
"I'll just teach you how to kill them again, and it'll be fine," he said, trying to comfort me. It worked, but I couldn't help but worry about my family. Were they still alive? Was I ever with them?
I felt the bandage on my forehead and wondered what happened to me, wishing it hadn't. Whatever it was, it must've been what caused my memory loss.
"Do you know what happened to me?" I asked. I accidentally touched the wet spot on the bandage, where the blood was, and quickly pulled my hand away, disgusted.
"My best guess was that you were shot in the head. You were wandering around the forest, dazed and confused. You started talking to a walker, and started screaming hysterically when I killed it. And then you fainted," Morgan replied, sighing. He scratched his beard, the scene probably replaying in his mind. I felt kind of bad, because I could imagine a shot to the head would take most of his resources.
"It must've been hard to treat me, then, huh?" I asked, trying to joke about it to lighten the mood. But Morgan just shrugged, seemingly unfazed by my joking.
"Not really. I cleaned your wound, stitched it, bandaged it, and gave you some meds and painkillers." Morgan explained.
"Oh! By the way, are those painkillers working?"
I shrugged, because my head still hurt and I was terribly dizzy. But, considering I was shot in the head, it could've been worse.
"Where are we going, anyway?" I asked, not wanting to talk about me anymore. Morgan wordlessly retrieved a map from the door pocket and handed it to me. It was a map of the United States, and there was a single path marked in red marker. There was a message in the corner that read "Sorry for being an asshole. You should meet up with us. The new world's gonna need Rick Grimes."