Having a lot of fun writing this story, you guys! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I enjoy writing it. (also Negan is so hot i'm dyin)

Chapter Two

I was pushed onto the ground back inside the gas station. All three of the men surrounded me. "You were so close." Said one guy, "So fucking close."

"I'll never under how you fucking people are so stupid to not keep your gun on you." 

"Whatever. It benefits us."

"What should we do with her?"

The tallest of the men grinned, "We'll have our fun with her, and then we will kill her."

As I sat on my knees, I realized rather harshly that this was it. I'm going to die here. Probably raped first, but I will be killed.

I was so scared, and I was angry. Angry with myself for coming here in the first place, and for leaving my gun in my pack.

And for getting caught in the first place.

"Go to hell you animals." I murmured as I shot them all the most wicked look I could possibly muster. Two of them began to laugh, and mock me. The third one looked angry, and without warning hit me right across the face.'

The room fell silent. I felt dizzy all of a sudden, as the pain in my face grew at each ticking second. I felt the warm drip of blood from my lip fall down my chin. I quickly wiped it to show that no matter what these pieces of shit do to me, I could handle it.

Even if I was screaming on the inside.

"Tie her up." The guy who hit me ordered, and the other two just glanced at each other, "Uhh, Randy, don't you think we should be heading back? We have the whole stock pile out there-"

"Fucking do what I say!" The guy who I guessed name was Randy, shouted. As he shoved one of the guys towards me.

The two guys began to look annoyed, "We don't have to obey you, Randy. Do you think you have the power that Negan does over us? Go fuck yourself."

They all began to argue with each other, and I decided to use this opportunity to catch them off guard. At first I doubted my capability to hit my target without being shot in the process. But, knowing I was going to be killed anyway, I decided to go out with a bang, whether I fail or not. I gripped the knife that I kept in my boot, and jumped up and stabbed Randy in the skull. The other two men, shocked, took out their guns and began shooting away.

I took cover behind the counter, grabbing my bag off of it in the process. I pressed myself against the bottom of the counter as I aimed the gun above. Whoever came to shoot me first was going to get nothing but a bullet in their skin.

They both split up, taking cover behind shelves; they knew I had my gun back.

"Just let me leave!" I shouted, "One of you is bound to die if we stay here." My threats aren't the scariest, especially when we all knew there was a low chance of me actually being able to kill another one of them.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

"Fine." I mumbled to myself, "If that's how you want it to be." I wished that wasn't how they wanted it to be, but it didn't surprise me either. These men were savages.

The room fell silent for too long, until I managed to hear someone shuffling over some broken glass on the floor.

I assumed one of them was coming for me.

I prepared myself to shoot, and the moment I managed to spot something moving, I shot it, but it didn't fall. There was a moan, which made me realize it wasn't a living human being.

It was a walker. They must have heard the gunfire.

"Shit!" I heard one of the guys yell, as more moans filled the room. There were dozens of gunshots, and without looking to see how many there were, I swung my pack over my shoulder, said a quick prayer, and darted as fast as my legs could take me to the back door. I didn't think about it. I didn't want to think about it. It was now or never.

I'm going to die if I stay here. I kept telling myself. I'm going to die no matter what, so just run for it.

When I successfully managed to get outside, I was greeted by a few more walkers, but I easily dodged them. I ran down the road until the gas station, and the noises of gunfire was unable to be heard any longer. I swerved off the road into the woods until I felt safe enough to stop running.

I still was shaking from the trauma.

"Goddamn it." I breathed, as tears crowded my eyes. "Goddamn it." I repeated. I stopped walking, and leaned against a tree. My tears were now falling rapidly down my cheeks. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. No amount of air could satisfy the rapid anxiety I was feeling at this moment.

I waited for what seemed like forever, until finally, I wiped my eyes for the last time, and began walking again. I couldn't cry in front of the group. I couldn't tell them what happened. If they knew, they'd assume I'm incapable of going out on my own.

I headed back towards the road, and followed it until I was in familiar territory again. The road to our home. I realized I had nothing to show for my already six hour long scavenge. As humiliating as that is, I also didn't think I had the mental capability to stay out much longer.

So I kept walking. Telling myself over and over to forget about what happened today, though I knew, I was never going to be able to forget.