My head was pounding as my eyes rolled around in my head until my eyelids finally decided to open. Quickly remembering what had happened, I scanned around the small room, my arms tied down to a chair with zip ties, the plastic already making my wrists feel raw. I immediately started searching for a way out, there was no windows, just one heavy metal door behind me, I had to strain my neck to turn around and see it. My body froze as I heard the door squeal as somebody pushed it open and stepped inside.

"Well look who's awake," a voice chuckled, it almost sounded Hispanic.

I listened to his heavy boots walk around behind me, he was trying to intimidate me, scare me. Finally, he stepped into my field of vision and took a seat across the wooden table in front me, leaning back in his chair getting comfortable. He had a smug look on his face as he stared me down. The bridge of his nose was crooked...

"Where's Glenn?" I asked him, trying to hide the fear in my voice. He sat up in his chair, leaning over the table closer to me.

"We're torturing every bit of life he has left. Now you can stop it, all you have to do is answer one simple question. Where's your group?" He smirked at me. I was gripping my hands tightly into the arms of the chair. If Glenn was being tortured it meant he wasn't telling them squat, and I'll do the same to protect the group.

"I figured as much," he sighed across from me.

He stood up and walked behind me, I felt his hands slide up the sides of my arms making me shake. My breath hitched as I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

"Not much fight left since that night, huh?" He whispered in my ear. I bit the inside of my lip harder then I should have, he remembers who I am...

"How's the nose?" I asked. He roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.

"You killed two of my friends, and thats why I'm gonna make this painful," he hissed at me.

I braced myself the best I could when a hard fist hit me across the jaw. I could taste the metallic flavor in my mouth as I picked my head up and spit it out on the floor next to me. He was back in front of me now, a devilish smile on his face.

"There's that fight," he said, cracking his knuckles.

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It felt like hours of nothing but torture. Soon enough, Merle stepped inside and had wide eyes as he stared down at me, bloody and bruised as my head laid limp looking down at the floor. Merle excused the other guy, calling him Martinez. He left the room and I jumped slightly as the heavy metal door closed behind him.

"You're one tough bitch," Merle chuckled as he squatted in front of me. My eyes slowly locked with his, they reminded me of his brothers... he'd be looking for us by now.

"Go... to... hell..." I painfully spoke.

"Just tell me where my brother is, and I'll put you out of your sad misery," he told me. I stayed quiet and looked back down to the floor. Merle stood up roughly from his seat and shoved the table in front of me off to the side in frustrated rage.

"You asked for this!" he pointed a finger at me.

With that said, he left the room. I let out a deep breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My entire body ached with every small breath I took. I was fighting the tears in my eyes, but I couldn't look weak. The door opened again behind me and I could hear the sound of something growling and thrashing around. I strained my head as I turned to look back at Merle, a biter on a stick pushed out in front of him.

"Have fun love birds!" He screamed with a smile before releasing the walker and slamming the door shut, locking us in.

I panicked as it came towards me, jaws snapping while it looked at me like I was it's next meal. My fighter instincts kicking in I stood up with the chair still attacked to me and managed to turn around and face the thing. I kicked my feet out in front of me as I pushed it away and sent it falling backwards into the ground, buying me a little time. I stood up again and backed myself hard into the wall, the splinters of the wooden chair spreading across the floor as it broke underneath the pressure.

The walker was already up and coming at me again so I kicked in it's knee and shoved it backwards, planting my foot into its skull over and over until it was nothing but a bloody and mushy paste on the floor. I backed up and felt the cold wall against my back as I slid down to the floor and pulled my knees to my chest, breath heaving in and out. I wasn't done fighting just yet...