The look on his face, at first, appeared as though he was terrified that he might be running to a ghost that only he could see. But with each step, as people moved aside to open the way for him, the urgency in him grew as he dropped his crossbow and began to run.
Beth’s legs felt numb, even as they moved her quickly towards him. Finally, she heard a voice yelling his name, and she realized it was hers. “DARYL!”
His breathing was panicked, almost a sob. This was real. She was real. She had to be. He was running towards her and, unlike all the times before, she was getter closer and closer. She was finally within reach. This time, he would catch her. His legs couldn’t carry him fast enough. “BETH!”