@wexarethewalkingxdead // shane
Beth had managed to get taken only moments after leaving Daryl’s side at the funeral home; by a cop. She was thrown in the back seat of the car after being hit by said car, and left there, seemingly unconscious, but in reality, Beth hurt too badly to move. Luckily, she had her knife on her belt, although she dropped her gun in the grass, and took out the driver by painfully jabbing him in the skull with her blade.
She was on auto pilot, pushing the body out of the car, unaware of her surroundings, until she saw an interstate sign that led right into Atlanta; she figured she should pull over somewhere close to where she was familiar, so she could try and find her way back to Daryl, pulling the car into a gas station parking lot and turning off the ignition. Her right wrist, her dominant one, hurt like hell. It musta broken when she was tapped by the car.
Once her blood pressure went down and was able to think a bit better, she felt the sting in her cheek, gingerly touching it to find blood. She leaned back in the seat, feeling overwhelmed. This was her first time completely alone. Right now? She needed to stay in this car, the only shelter she could be sure of tonight.












