My knife sliced through the walker's head. I pulled it out and watched it fall to the ground. I looked around. "We made it!" I said excitedly.

My dad hushed me. "There might be more close by." He said. He slid his knife back into his pocket. I did the same. I wiped the sweat off my head and looked at my hand, which was now covered in blood. I pulled the sleeve of my shirt under my fingers and wiped it around my face.

"That's better." My dad said. I smirked. "Let's keep going." We walked into the forest which just happened to be most of our... neighborhood.

It wasn't hard to notice why we were sweating. In the middle of summer wearing long sleeve shirts with jeans. It was all the clothes we had. Besides our t-shirts, too. We weren't exactly the richest family before all of this. Me and dad were hoping to pass by a clothing store at some time. We hoped that some time would be soon.

"We should camp somewhere soon. It's maybe..." I looked at the sun which was still high in the sky. "I'd say 5:00" I finshed.

"Yeah." My dad said. We kept walking through the trees. Few had fallen that we had to step over. He suddenly stopped with me doing the same right behind him. I heard it, too. Leaves and branches breaking. We pulled out our knives and stood back to back.

"Put the knives down." I heard a deep voice say. A tall man with a ponytail walked out from behind a tree. He had a rifle in his hands pointed at us. "I said put them down." 2 other men walked out both with pistols.

My dad lowered his knife, slowly, back into his pocket. I still had mine up. "What'd I just say, sweetie?" The man spoke. I copied my father and lowered the knife into my pocket. "That's more like it." He said. They walked closer to me and my dad, both with our hands up.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble, we just-" My dad spoke quickly but was interupted.

"Don't you 'listen' me!" The man yelled. He walked in front of my dad and put his rifle against his face. "I'm able to shoot both of your brains out in 3 seconds flat. So I might wanna be the one you wanna listen to." He whispered angrily into our ears. I shivered at his cold breath on my neck.

"Now." The man spoke. "We'd just like to propose an offer." He put the gun to his side and glared at us. "Give us all of your supplies and maybe we won't blast your brains out of your skulls." He said. "If you don't we might just have to do so."

"No." Me and my dad said simultaineously. The man lifted his gun but didn't point it at us.

He walked in front of me and looked me in the eye. "What was that?" He asked me.

"No" I said. I looked straight back at him, angrily.

He grabbed my arms while another grabbed my dad's. They tied our hands together, leaving us unable to use our weapons. "Come on." The man said lightly kicking the back of my leg. We followed one of the other men walking out of the trees, not the way we came. A few minutes later we were out of the trees and facing an empty road, with a van parked. We proceeded to walk until they stopped right near the van. I layed against the side of the vehicle with my dad at my side. They held our bags in their hands and layed them on the ground.

"Let's see what we've got here." The man said. He kneeled on the ground and opened up one of the bags. "Hey! Jackpot guys!" He said he handed the bag over to the two men and they looked through. Probably all of our food, and our knives. He unzipped the other one, I happened to have guessed correctly. He held up my dad's t-shirt and threw it on the ground. "Well, well, what have we got here?" He said holding up my bra.

I exhaled deeply and looked at the ground. "Jesus..." I whispered. My dad leaned over and kissed me on the cheek "It's all right." He whispered.

The man snickered. I looked back up. He pulled my underwear out of the bag and smiled. I looked back down quickly and shut my eyes. This is just sick. I looked back up again.

He zipped the bag and threw it behind him. "Nothin' else useful in there." He handed my bra and underwear to the other men. They smiled and shoved them in the bag. I clenched my fists. Just sick.

"Since you refused to give it to us in the first place." The man said. They held up their guns and pointed them at us. "You." He said, looking directly at my dad. "Get in first." One of the men opened up the trunk of the van.

"No." My dad said.

"You two must really like that word, huh?" He said. "I said in! Now."

My dad slowly walked to the back of the van. He lifted one leg and the other, lifting himself in, without being able to use our arms.

The man looked at me. "Now you." He said.

"No." I said. I clenched my fists.

"If YOU don't wanna get in," He said, quickly grabbing my waist with one hand. I jumped. "Then we've got somethin' a little different in mind for ya" My legs were shaking. He reached up my shirt, slowly.

"NO!" I yelled, pulling myself away from him. He looked at me, almost shocked, yet with a devilish smirk on his face. He walked towards me, but I stepped back.

He quickly pinned me up against the truck. "I don't think that was very polite, missy!" He yelled at me. He puled my knife out of my pocket. "Would you like to say that one more time?" He said, his cold breath giving me chills again. He rested the tip of the knife on my thigh.

"No..." I said quietly.

"Still couldn't hear ya', what was that?" He pressed the knife harder, and I felt a little pinch.

"I said no..." My voice louder but cracked.

He pierced the knife straight through my leg. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I felt the blood drip down my leg. I fell to my knees. He pulled away but left the weapon in my thigh. "You're getting in this van right-" he was quickly cut off by a whoosh in the air. An arrow went straight through one of the guys' heads. They fell to the ground.

I already felt dizzy from the blood loss. I've barely eaten in days that might be one thing and the heat, too. Another one fell to the ground with an arrow going straight between his eyes. I fell onto my side and rolled onto my back. I got dizzier and voices echoed in my head.

I heard the van door shut. The driver's door. The man drove away. With my father. I was alone, with a complete stranger. I started to feel tired.

He looked at me, his face was a blur. I felt him pick me up and hang me over his shoulder. He ran through the tree's. Everything got dark. "Dad?" I was able to say, my voice cracking and echoing through my own head, before I blacked out.

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I hope you guys liked this one! I was up all night, literally, writing this. It's a lot longer than the first one but whatever :3