𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
i'm not like you or them, but i made it

BETH hid behind a tree, her breathing heavy and her heart beat irregular as three walkers limped towards her, their moans ringing in her ears as she tried to find a way to escape. Her shaky hands held a knife in each.

A few miles back, she had to abandon a car that she hot wired – something Octavia taught her – but it ran out of gas and she had been on foot since.

About an hour or so ago, she had tripped and fell down a hill, twisting her ankle so here she was, laying against a tree, her right ankle hurting, and her heart pounding against her chest.

Think, Beth, think. What would Octavia do? She would kill the walkers and get up like nothing happened.

Okay, breathe in and out.

Octavia did as she told herself, her hands still shaking, but she felt more confident, feeling as if Octavia was watching over her.

It was just like all those training lessons she had done with Octavia.

I can do this.

Beth nodded to herself and stepped out from behind the tree, gaining the walker's attentions.

"Come on," she whispered and then ran forward, plunging the knife into a walkers head, before turning to face the other two. She kicked one of them in the chest and it backed up, tripping over a branch and fell down on it's back.

Beth's attention went straight to the other one as it grabbed her cardigan covered arm. She screeched and slammed the knife down onto it's shoulder and then kicked it in the knees, making it fall, so she was able to get better access to the head. She pulled out the knife from it's shoulder and then stabbed it in the head.

Her head was pulled back so she let out a small scream, before she contained herself, and twisted her body around, coming face to face with the walker she had knocked down.

Beth clenched her teeth as she tried to stab it, but it moved right in time and all the knife did was jab at the air.

Beth growled, pushed down it's shoulders before kneeing it in the chin and then brought down the knife into it's skull, a sickening crunch echoed throughout the quite forest. The only thing heard was her breathing and the walkers body going slump against the grass.

"I did it." She grinned, wishing that Octavia was here to see that. She would be so proud of her. "Please be alive."

"I think it's pretty much dead."

Octavia spun around and came face to face with a man with curlyish blonde hair and nice features. Not nice features like, hey I like your face, but actually he had the type of look that when you look at them, you could tell they were good people. But still, she had to be cautious.

"Who are you?" Beth tried to look and sound threatening, raising her knives up in the air, her baby blue eyes in narrowed slits. "I asked, who are you!?"

"I'm Aaron and I have come to give you great news."

Beth stood up straighter and glanced around at the area, making sure he is alone and to make sure that no one is trying to sneak up on her. It was something else Octavia had taught her to do. "And what would that be?"

"You're all alone out here, probably looking for someone, for some people. I bet that if you come with me, you might fight who you are looking for," The man – Aaron paused his explanation. "I have a community. It's safe, surrounded by twelve feet walls. It's walker proof. We have tones of people, we have decided to bring outsiders into our home."

"And who says you are telling the truth?" Beth questioned, tilting her head, her blonde hair that was currently up in an messy pony tail, slid from one side to the other. "And who says I won't kill you?"

"You're good people and i'm telling you the truth. Look at these." He threw the pictures at her, and she looked through them, smiling slightly, hope making it's way into her heart and soul once again.

"Okay." Beth nodded.

"Okay? You'll come with me?" He questioned, smiling at her.

"Yeah."