AN: Okay so this is my first Bethyl fanfic. I am totally and absolutely in love with this ship and this story is my way of surviving until the show returns in October. I want to thank you in advance for taking the time to read. That is if anyone actually does read it *laughs nervously*. Feel free to leave reviews.
When she first woke up, she couldn't remember where she was. At first she figured she must be at home in her bed, with the sun rolling through the open window. There was a ringing noise. Her cellphone? Probably Jimmy seeing if she was free for the day. But as her senses became more attentive she realized that the light was too artificial, that there was a dank smell around her and that the ringing was in her ears.
Beth's eyes flew open immediately, all she could see was a blur of figures standing over her and past them was an almost blinding light. Maybe they were talking, but she couldn't tell, all she could hear was that damned ringing. Her vision wouldn't focus either and panic was setting in. Where the hell was she!?
She knew this wasn't the farm. It took her a moment, but she realized the farm didn't even exist anymore. The walkers had taken it over and taken Jimmy and Patricia with it and rest of them were forced to run. Then there was the prison…but the lights were far too bright…and the prison no longer existed either. The Governor had destroyed that for them. He killed her father and tried to everyone else along with him. But she got out. She got out with Daryl.
It all came flooding back to her at once. She'd been with Daryl right up until the mortuary. She'd hurt her ankle while he was teaching her how to track and he carried her there. The place had been spotless, like somebody had been taking care of it and there where walker bodies in the basement that look like they had been prepared for a funeral. There was also food. Some food she'd never thought she'd see again. And just when Beth thought they might be safe for a while, walkers came swamping through the front door and Daryl told her to run… what had happened after that?
Beth's fingers curled into the sheet, "Hey!" her throat was rough and she couldn't tell if the words were even coming out properly. "Where am I? Can any of you help me? I need to get to…"
Before she could finish her sentence there was a pinch in her arm and everything went dark.
. . .
When Beth woke up the next time, she was more aware. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. To her surprise, her vision focused quite quickly and the ringing in her ears had stopped. The room was now empty and the light that she had seen before had been lowered, but not so much that she couldn't see her surroundings.
The room was small, grey and box shaped. There was no windows and only one door, which she assumed was the way out. Beth sat herself up and realized she was in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV that was dripping steadily. But this sure as hell wasn't a hospital. And she sure as hell wasn't letting anymore of whatever was in that IV baggy into her body.
With a one swift movement the line was out of her arm and dangling above the floor, steadily dripping all the same. She then threw the covers off of herself and swung her legs over the side of the bed. When she stood up and put her full weight on her feet, a groan of pain escaped her lips. Her ankle was not fully healed. If anything it felt worse. But there was no time to deliberate how bad it was. She'd tend to it later when she was out of this damn room.
Beth walked briskly to the door, ignoring the ache, and put her hand on the door knob. But of course when she turned it, it did not open. It was locked from the outside. She leaned her head against the door and sighed. Whoever had her in this room wanted to keep her there, for whatever reason. But she had people to find and being locked in a room would just not do, so she started beating her hands against the door.
"HEY OPEN THIS DOOR UP RIGHT NOW! I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE AND I SWEAR TO GOD IF I DON'T THERE WILL BE SHIT TO PAY!", Beth was yelling as loud as she could with her hoarse voice, "THERE WILL BE NO WHERE TO HIDE IF I GET OUT OF HERE MYSELF!".
She prayed the threat sounded as vindictive as she wanted it to. She was not the spiteful type, but she'd make an exception for these bastards if it came down to it. Which it just might of because she'd continued yelling and pounding on the door for at least five minutes.
Beth's voice was becoming quieter and quieter and the pain in her foot was getting harder to ignore, but she kept on until the door knob started to twist and started opening towards her. She took a step back and prepared herself for whatever was next. But she was taken aback by the person who opened it. A boy, probably a little older than her, and he was smiling.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down please, I'm not gonna to hurt you," he put his hands up in front of him and waved them a bit to show her that they were empty. "I want to help you."
Beth tried to keep her guard up and spat out, "Who are you? And where am I?"
"I'm Gareth," he held out his hand. "Welcome to Terminus"
AN: ANNNND that's the end of the chapter. I'll try to update as often as I can.