You were running hard, the night air stung at your skin like a thousand angry wasps and your boots sprung of the hard ground in heavy thuds, mud speckeling up your pants and the limbs of trees grasping out to tear at your hair and face.

Your limbs felt like lead and sweat beaded on your forehead and upper lip. Your nose blew heavy puffs of visible smoke into the darkness and your backpack was starting to weigh heavy, its straps digging into your breasts and stomach.

Come on, anything, give me something I can climb onto

Your eyes strained in the darkness, desperately searching for a perch you could rest your rifle on.

The taunting whistles had faded now, leaving only the anguished groan of stray walkers in the distance.

Come on Eugene, lead them fuckers over here...Please let this work

You spied an old two story house...Filthy and almost dilapidated. Its white facade cracked and peeling from neglect and age and it's lower windows boarded up with green slimed wood.

That'll have to do...Not much time...Fuck's sake

You booted in the door and it felt like your ankle would almost splinter, listening for the moans of any dead and sharply rapping the butt of your rifle on the wall to draw any stragglers attention.

-Nothing-

You ran up the creaking stairs, bursting through a bedroom door and smashing out the single pane window, swatting the fur hemorrhaging teddy bears off the pink lounger and kneeling on it. You rested your rifle on the empty sill, careful as to hide the barrel and keep it invisible.

Give me something, Eugene, you should be coming this way anytime now.

Minutes passed and the anxiety and panic churned your stomach and made your breathing ragged and shakey. You hummed a tune in your head to quell your pummeling heart, the blood rushing in your ears and sweat dripping off the tip of your frozen nose.

Where the hell are you?

Your plan was for Eugene to create a diversion by driving the RV in the opposite direction of your group. You were to run a mile up the road and find a perch. Eugene leading them straight into your line of sniper fire, you could destroy their engine and take out the tires, popping off a few heads before they knew what had hit them, giving your group the precious time to make it to the Hilltop.

Oh, how wrong it was going to go.

A whistle suddenly pierced the night air, making you flinch like you had been caned. You stayed as silent as a mouse, your right eye straining through the scope to search for any sign of the whistles owner as the lounger creaked under your weight. A groaning piece of wood snapped your attention behind you, and you slung your rifle towards the door with a heavy gasp.

Not fast enough.

A single bullet blew away a piece of drywall an inch to the right of your head, sending a plume of dust and plaster into your eyes and mouth. "I wouldn't fuckin try that if I was you, sweetheart". A big, ugly, intimidating looking man with a shaved head and mean green eyes laughed at you, pointing the muzzle of his chrome handgun at your head and chuckling.

"One move and I put one right between your pretty eyes". He grinned menacingly, licking his lips and exposing his cigarette stained teeth, you could smell him from here, sweat mixed with gasoline.

"I think it's time you joined your friends, Sweetpea". His even uglier friend snarled, taunting you with his knife by gyrating it tight circles in between his hips.

"What have you done with them, you fucking ugly piece of shit?" You snapped like a barking dog, spit flying from your mouth and flashing your teeth, preparing your body to spring at their throats.

They lunged first, a fist smashed into the side of your face, knocking your precious rifle from your hands and sending you flying backward, catching yourself on the window pane to stop you from tumbling out as the glass bit at your hands. The jolt had also knocked the knife from your pocket and it sat teasingly in the middle of the room. Taunting you to dare to reach it.

"You pitiful fucks don't know what's hit you!". Your tormenters growled, laughing maniacally at each other like rabid Hyenas.

"Fuck you!" You spat, fresh blood flying from your mouth. You lunged again for your rifle, but another fist slammed into the side of your head, sending dancing stars and flashes of light tumbling into your field of vision and a sharp 'ooff' to escape your chapped lips as you slammed against the wall.

"Let's get this Bitch over to where the action is...I bet he'll like this one". They cackled to each other, letting their eyes drift over your body as they licked their lips.

A rough pair of hands grabbed the scruff of your neck and a cable tie was fastened painfully tight around your wrists. You were carted through the forest for what seemed an eternity, your feet dragging across the ground and the blood from your mouth peppering the fallen leaves.

"You bunch of sorry fucks! Your all dead. Fucking DEAD!". You screamed, squirming in their grasps like a trapped animal. It only caused it to grow crushingly tighter as they landed slaps on your face and back of your head.

"Get the FUCK OFF me! You fuckin stinkin' pussies, get your dirty filthy hands OFF ME! Wait until Rick gets you, wait until I'm out of these ties. YOUR DEAD!" You snarled, trying your best to headbutt and bite at them while using all your weight to try and sink out of their grasp and kick mud into their eyes.

"Let her have her say, she's got no fuckin idea...Almost there bitch, wait until you meet the man". The man with the green eyes jeered at you, grabbing your ponytail tight to make you look up into his eyes and beaming a neon yellow grin at you.

You were thrown like a sack of gravel in between Maggie and Michonne. Their faces were pale and tear-streaked, their hands fisting the ground beneath them as they breathed heavy, you shot a look at Rick, the desperation in his face freezing your heart and curdling your blood.

"I'm sorry Rick, I couldn't get to them...I tried, I couldn't fight them off...'' You breathed raggedly, your eyes desperate for him to forgive your failure.

You had never seen him so pained, not even after he lost Lori. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his usually bright sea blue eyes were murky and bloodshot, his skin such a pale shade it looked like he was merely a ghost of his former self as he shook his head in despair and looked at the ground.

You looked around you, frantically scanning your surroundings for an answer to what the fuck was going on, no less than fifty men surrounded you, wielding everything from pikes to chainsaws, their faces mocking and jeering but eyes bright with a grim expectancy. A painful shot of fear exploded in your body, the adrenaline keeping you from fainting in the face of such foreboding as a biting pain rocketed its way through your temples, it was only exacerbated as your eyes watered from the ghastly brightness of high beams.

WE .ARE .FUCKED