Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
Carried over from PM
It had been well over a month since the Governor had attacked the prison, scattering the survivors. Rick and Carl and the others were lost, most of the group managing to pair up, though looking for one another. Daryl and Beth had relied upon one another this last month, becoming lovers, and had slipped into a routine of comfort as they searched for the others.
Beth had taken a tumble, bruising her ribs and arm. Not a life-threatening injury to be sure, but enough that they found themselves grounded and holed up in an almost empty store, the owners long departed or dead.
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Daryl had held Beth through the night, sleeping light and keeping an ear out for anything amiss. Habit made him set up the small perimeter fence even though they were inside and he'd yet to see the walkers learn to open doors. Kissing the top of Beth's head Daryl got up to take a piss, the barest hint of light peeking over the horizon. As he stood there, dick in hand, the telltale sound of an engine could be heard coming down the road. With a quiet curse Daryl finished up and got back inside, moving to Beth and covering her mouth just in case she woke up with a start as he gently shook her.
"Hey Beth. Wake up, we got company." Daryl said.