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~night Willow was attacked~
***Trigger warning!***

It was pitch black as I made my way through the woods, away from the farm and the small group of survivors. I'd nearly joined them a number of times but couldn't bring myself to actually do it. I didn't need a group, nor did I want one. I'd done good so far on my own, I'd be just fine. My plan was to hit the coast, have the water on one side, who knows maybe I'd even find a boat. It was better than wondering through cities, I'd learned my lesson hard the first time around.

A snapping tree branch behind me had me turned around so fast I nearly stumbled. My knife was tight in my hand as I peered into the pure darkness of the woods. I know I'd heard something, if it was a walker I would of seen it by now. This was human... hiding out in the trees somewhere.

"Come out and I just might let you live!" I threatened.

There was a moment of silence before something blunt hit me in the back of the head. It hadn't knocked me totally out but enough to stun me as I hit the floor face down.

"You were right, she is hot," a Hispanic voice said behind me.

"You owe me a beer when we get back," a thick southern voice chuckled.

I heard two other voices as I searched for my knife in the dark, hands raking through the dead pine needles. I know I must've dropped it right here somewhere?! I felt multiple pairs of hand grab my arms and pull me up to my feet. It was so dark I could barely see anything besides the silhouettes of the attackers. I broke one arm free and swung my fist at one of them, my knuckles making contact with somebody's nose and hearing a crunch.

"She's a fighter all right!" The southern voice laughed sadistic.

More hands tightly grabbed my arms and my shoulders and I felt my back hit a tree as they held me there. I knew what was happening and I had to think fast. My boot slipped in the dirt a moment, something hard underneath it. I instantly recognized the shape as my knife, I just needed to get to it.

A silhouette of a man stepped in front of me, hands sliding around my torso. He whispered something to me, his Hispanic voice sounded painful before I realized this must've been the one I hit in the nose. The sound of my belt buckle made me panic beyond belief as I struggled against the arms holding me back. The next 20 minutes of my life were hell...

I could feel the tears sliding down my face as my body grew limp and I wished for nothing more then death itself. I'd stopped fighting until the hands around my arms grew loose on one side. My survival instincts taking over as I ripped my arm away, kneeing the man in front of me and scooping up my knife from the dirt. The other man holding my arm tightly never saw the blade coming as I sliced his throat. 

"Son of a bitch!" Somebody yelled.

A handful of my hair was yanked to the side as I yelled and turned, stabbing the next man in the chest. I quickly pulled myself and my belongings back together before disappearing into the dark woods hearing the southern guy yell after me.

"I'll kill you!"

~Present~

"Drop your weapons or the China man gets it," Merle demanded. I was frozen in fear at his every word, memories of that night haunting my mind. I set my weapons down on the pavement and took a step to the side, hands raised.

"Good girl, now tell me, is my brotha alive?" He asked next. Glenn long story short told him his brother was indeed alive and well. Hot rage was slowly building up in the pit of my stomach as I looked over Merle.

"I knew it... now you're gonna take me to him, and we'll call it even for leaving me up on that roof top," he negotiated. Like hell we are?! I'd never take a man like this to a place that had women and children. If I had it my way, he'd be dead right this second.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I tackled Merle and pulled his weird knife for a hand away from Glenn's throat and knocked him to the ground. I pounded my fist into his face a few times before he managed to throw one back, making contact with my cheek bone and throwing me to the side as I hissed in pain. He cursed loudly and yanked me to my feet and pressed his knife hard against my throat. Glenn was looking at us wide eyed at the turn of events.

"Get in the truck or she dies!" Merle yelled angrily. I felt a small cut on my throat, a little blood rolling down my chest. His hands alone on me made me wanna to shrivel up in the corner and wanna hit something all at the same time. I wanted to hit him.

"Alright!" Glenn gave in, hands raised as he got in the truck. I felt something hit me hard in the head and then suddenly it was pitch black.

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