Muted // A Daryl Dixon Fanfiction

•Chapter Fifty Six•

M U T E D

Season 4

Daryl's Point of View:

Beth and I escaped. We escaped. Back at the prison, Beth ran up to me and she said she tried to get the kids on the bus, but they were gone. She didn't know what to do. All I could say was...

"We gotta go, Beth. We gotta go."

It's sundown. We're in the woods, sitting in front of a campfire. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I tried to think back on who I saw escape the prison and who I saw fall at the prison. I didn't find B after Rick fires the first shot. I couldn't find her. Apart of me knows she got out, she's tough, she's strong, almost nothing can bring her down. But apart of me believes that she didn't. If she didn't, she's better off dead. Means she doesn't have to fear for her life, fear for anyone's, worry about me, getting distracted and risking her own life. I miss her.

"We should do somethin." Beth says. I didn't say anything but kept my eyes locked on the fire. We aren't the only survivors. We can't be. Rick, Michonne, they could be out here. Glenn and Maggie could've made it out of A block. Bobbie, she got away from the Governor." Beth stares at me but I didn't know what to say. Right now, all my hope is gone. What should I believe in? Who am I even kiddin? Nobody made it out of there alive. All the explosions and gunfire draw out more walkers. If anybody made it out of the prison, they sure as hell got caught in the walkers pit of death.

"You're a tracker." Beth stands up. "YoI can track. Come on. The sun will be up soon. If we head out now, we can-" Beth grows annoyed at my nonexistent presence. "Fine. If you won't track, I will." She picks up her knife and walks away. I sit there for a minute or two before standing up and kicking out the fire.

Beth and I walk through the woods, looking for some sort of tracks left behind. We come to an area that's party opens but scattered with trees. I look down at the leaves and see somethin. There's a log on the ground nearby and I walk closer to see some tracks. I kneel down and pushed the leaves around.

"Could he Luke's. Or Molly's. Whoever they are, they're alive." Beth says next to me.

"No. Means they were alive four or five hours ago." I say.

"They're alive." Beth argues and walks off. We keep walking until we find a damp, mud trail. There are footprints and we follow them. Beth walks ahead as I kept a closer eye on things. My eyes spot some berries on the ground, some missed down they were were stepped on.

"They picked up the pace right here." I point. "Got our in a hurry. Things went bad." I say.

"Wouldn't kill you to have a little faith." Beth argues.

"Yeah, faith. Faith ain't done shit for us. Sure as hell didn't do nothin for your father." I spit. I felt eyes piercing on me and I turn to look at Beth. She's angry I said and I knew I was wrong. But I couldn't find myself to say sorry.

She turns to a bush and begins picking berries. "They'll be hungry when we find them." She says. I pull out my black bandanna and held it out to her. I tapped her arm but she ignores me. I tapped her arm once more and she turns to see it. She grabs the clothe from my hand and puts the berries in them. I turn away and kept walking, looking around.