"Beth!" Daryl yelled over the screeching of the car's tires as they pulled out of the gravel driveway, the rubber wheels straining to get traction with the harsh acceleration. The hunter ran after the car, panic gripping him tightly. "BETH!" He ran as fast as his legs could carry him after the car, following it as it turned on to the road.

Beth groaned as the car lurched forward and she put her hand to the back of her head, flinching when she brushed the knot forming.

"Beth!" she heard faintly and her heart seized. It all came back to her in a flash – limping to the road and turning to wait on Daryl, looking around the bushes and tree limbs anxiously to see if he was coming or not. Her heart was beating in her ears and she could barely hear the walkers groaning around her. A sudden knock to the back of her head had her falling forward, her body fighting to stay conscious. Their bag fell off her shoulders as arms wrapped around her and lifted her up. Darkness swam in her vision and Beth felt her eyes close. She hadn't been out of it long, she could tell because she came to with the squealing tires and the lurching of the car.

"BETH!" Daryl yelled again, his voice growing fainter as the car moved faster. Beth sat up as much as she could. She remembered briefly a lesson someone had told her long before the end of the world happened that if she was ever trapped in a car's trunk, to find the emergency trunk release button that was inside the trunk. Beth's hands flew wildly around the trunk, trying to locate it in the darkness around her. She didn't know if this particular vehicle had one, the law hadn't been made until early 2000's. If this vehicle was made before then, it may not have an emergency release button.

Beth grew frantic. She could hear Daryl yell her name again and it sounded even further away. A sob escaped her and she beat blindly on the top of the trunk. Her fingers hurt from her frantic digging and pulling. Just as she was about to try and find a plan b, her fingers brushed a small plastic button on the lower part of the trunk, near the latch. Her fingers pushed it and the trunk door flew open. The wind blew around her and her eyes took in the road moving quickly beneath her. Her eyes flew to Daryl and she saw him stumble slightly at the sight of her.

"BETH!" he yelled and Beth let out another sob in relief at the sight of him. She could see him take a deep breath as he pushed himself to run toward her faster. The blonde eyed the road passing beneath her and asked herself if the injuries from jumping out of the fast moving vehicle would be life threatening or even manageable. Would she be able to run? Her injured ankle already saw to it that that wouldn't happen. Would it worsen her injury? Would she be able to defend herself after getting out of this situation? If her wrist or arm hit just right, she'd break it or strain it. But anything would be better than being a hostage.

She was about to roll herself out and risk it when the driver slammed on the breaks, making Beth fly backwards into the trunk. Thankfully, she had kept her head ducked from her preparing to roll before the car's sudden stop, and she avoided hitting her head on the trunk. Beth scrambled out of the trunk and bolted towards Daryl as fast as her injured ankle would let her, sobs escaping her body in loud gasps as she did. Beth turned and saw the driver scrambling out of the driver's seat after her and she let out a loud cry.

"Daryl!" He was close now, raising his crossbow at her kidnapper. She could see the exhaustion in his face but he pushed himself to run the last little bit to get to her. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her behind him, his body tense with rage at the man approaching them but Beth had never felt safer as she clung to the back of his vest. Daryl let out a growl and fired the bolt at her kidnapper, killing him instantly. Daryl stormed to the man's body, ripping his vest out of Beth's grip as he went, and kicked it, releasing his anger and panic on the corpse. Beth stood there watching for a moment before wiping her face and limping to the hunter. Her hand touched his arm softly and he stopped, turning to face her abruptly. His eyes raked over her, looking for any injuries and she shook her head.

"Just a bump, Daryl. I'm okay. I'm safe, I'm back with you…" She could see the tension leave his body and he nodded, guilt showing in his eyes as he met hers again.

"I'm sorry, Beth, I shoulda…"

"No, it's not your fault. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. He came up behind me. But I'm okay. You saved me, Daryl."