Being alone and on the run was truly hell on Earth. She thought the outbreak might've been. She thought losing her mom, brother and then dad might've been. She thought the fall of the prison, losing her family and being taken away by someone she didn't know could've been the last straw. It was all right there, piling up against her and making her feel as if breathing was more of a chore again. But somehow, for some reason that she was still asking why, she found herself continuing on. Found herself putting to practice all the things Daryl taught her. She was surviving. Making it. Trying her hand at tracking despite not knowing where anyone was or if anyone she knew was still alive. Wouldn't kill you to have a lil' faith, her own voice whispered to her but she ignored it. She would like to believe that it was still there, hanging in with her but she couldn't cling to it anymore. She was too busy trying to make it. Maybe one day she could sing that same old tune but more often than not in the past few weeks since she'd gotten away, she hadn't been sticking to what she knew. She wasn't changed, not like that. She still had hope that she'd find her family, but parts of her were just doubting it. She didn't even know where she was anymore. After escaping, she'd found a store. Cleaned out what she could and ate from the land, the best she could. But she sometimes felt like she was going in circles. There were too many trees, she decided. And for every tree, there were five walkers. So she'd left the woods and found pavement. It wasn't easier, and she missed the cover of the trees when she came upon a vehicle that seemed too good to be true. It was a little beat up, but looked like it would be able to run. Rushing over, she didn't stop to think to look around. She just knew it would provice shelter and maybe give her feet a break. Stopping at the door, she opened it and leaned down, spotting the keys in the ignition. All over again, it was like the food in the cabinets. Taking a few steps back, she held onto the straps of her pack on her back and shook her head. It really was too good to be true. This wasn't an answered prayer. This was a trap. It had to be and she had to get out of there. But as she turned, she realized it was too late as her eyes met with another set of eyes and she felt her hand draw the knife out before she could stop herself. There's still good people, Daryl. She remembered saying, but she'd been tricked too many times. She liked to believe it, believe her own words but she couldn't lower the knife. That would be stupid. "Didn't know, if it's yours," Beth mumbled, nodding toward the car. "I'm sorry. If it ain't, you can have it."