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Trees whizzed by her face as she ran through the woods, the snarling from walkers a dead giveaway she still wasn't safe. It was now day five of being out on her own, with no idea where she was and no idea if anyone she knew was still breathing. Parker grabbed onto the thin branch of a broken tree, pushing herself away from a walker coming at her from the side, its fleshy hand grazed her arm, leaving a thick bloody streak down the side of her flannel. Looking back over her shoulder, Parker didn't see the fallen tree and she tripped over it with a loud thud, the walker that had grabbed onto her just seconds ago fell over it landing a few inches away from her.

"Go to hell, asshole." Parker grabbed a rock and smashed it through the walker's skull, blood and brains splattering her face in the process. Another groan from a walker had her pushing herself to her feet and back on the run. "Oh, shit." She mumbled as she struggled to keep her footing, her entire body slowly giving up. She could barely see, her vision was blurred, and everything around was just fuzzy blobs. Parker had been alone for a long time, the days blending in an endless cycle, she had almost forgotten what human interaction felt like. After the fight at the prison, she had been on her own, having absolutely no idea what had happened to her family. She had staggered into the woods, swinging her backpack over her shoulders and securing the rifle over her shoulder. But before she could even think about trying to stay behind, try to save any survivors, or wait for Daryl, she got surrounded by walkers and ran to the woods. Being chased through the trees by one too many of them. She couldn't risk shooting her gun. She was low on ammunition, so she didn't dare try to turn on the walkers and start shooting.

She couldn't risk the lead she had on them, not while she was weak, exhausted, and alone. If she was better equipped she wouldn't have a problem with taking care of them one by one, with someone by her side. But running was the only option she had. Run. That's what she had been telling herself since. She had managed to reach a road, looking back, she could make out the prison in the distance and she started to slow to a miserable walk. She was hungry, alone, scared, and worried about the people who had gotten away. If they had gotten away. Parker had worried herself to the point of throwing up, doubling over, and vomiting. Emptying the contents of her stomach onto the side of the road. Her fingers dug into the dirt as she dry heaved but she didn't have anything left to throw up. Wiping off her mouth, a new fear popped into her head. She had never missed a period since she started it and now she couldn't remember the last time she'd had one. A month? Two? She tried to convince herself it was stress, but she knew she couldn't believe that. If stress was the cause then she probably never would have gotten her period after the world ended.

Parker had a constant feeling of paranoia in her gut since they saw the news back at the start. When all she had to worry about was who was going to pick Carl up from school, those were the problems she used to face. She refused to believe it was what she was thinking, but if her hunch was correct.. now was not a good time. She decided the best thing to do to keep her mind occupied was to keep moving. Try to find someone, whether it be a random stranger or a different group just to buy her some time.

Parker never stayed in one place longer than necessary. She found the train tracks a few days after she found something out. Something she didn't know if she should be happy about or absolutely terrified about. During the time she spent sleeping in an old abandoned house, she was searching for some new supplies. She'd found a pregnancy test in one of the bathroom cabinets and decided to prove herself wrong. Parker nervously shifted back and forth on her feet as she waited for the results, looking through her photo collection. She had managed to save those before the prison fell. She missed her group. If there was anything that kept her going, it was the idea that they were out there somewhere and that maybe, just maybe, they would reunite. She smiled as she looked through the photos, old memories flashing through her mind.

There was one of her and Glenn triggering a wave of good memories. They had just returned from a run, exhausted and covered head to toe in pink paint. They didn't intend to cover themselves with it, but they had run into some company while searching through an old storage warehouse. They had been looking for screws, nails, and any other tools that they could use to fix up the slightly more rundown areas of the prison. But when they had turned a corner, pink paint coated their bodies, a man had tried to blind them with the paint to make it easier to kill them, but the two had managed to knock the guy out first. Carl had taken the picture of Parker and Glenn when he saw them dripping paint onto the floor. Neither of them was smiling, their defeated expressions wanting nothing more than a shower. Parker remembered how it took her days to completely remove the pink tint that had settled on her roots. And how everyone picked on them for weeks about the incident.

When the time was up and she saw the tiny positive symbol on the test, her heart dropped into her stomach. She couldn't be. Not now. The absolute panic she felt overwhelmed her and she spent the next ten minutes having a panic attack on the bathroom floor in the corner. She had tried to prove herself wrong only to end up proving that she was right. She was pregnant. Once she collected herself- enough to properly move around- Parker hid the evidence inside a pair of socks from an old house she had camped in near the start of her journey. She stuffed it down to the very bottom of her bag, carrying It around as she searched for any useful items in the house before once again taking her chances on the road, too afraid to stay anywhere for too long. She walked on the tracks, figuring that they'd have to lead somewhere. As much as she wanted to feel joy, she didn't feel any of the emotions she should have been experiencing after finding out that she was pregnant. If anything, she felt considerably worse, and her head was pounding. It felt worse than when Ed had punched her in the face.

She had so much to think about, and she had no one to bounce her doubts and concerns off of, leaving her trapped, alone with her thoughts. She missed Rick, Carl, Judith and Daryl the most. Between the fear, the crushing paranoia of being alone in this world, her worry about the baby that was apparently growing inside her was only stressing her out more. Parker's thoughts kept returning to Daryl. Daryl was tough, so she had no doubts that he would survive this. If he had managed to get out he would be looking for her. Parker kept telling herself not to lose hope because if she did, she would have nothing left. She thought about Rick, Carl and Judith, using her memories to keep her going as she followed the train tracks. She didn't know where she was going, but if the others had stumbled upon the tracks by chance, she hoped they would do the same and follow them too.

Something grabbing onto her shoulder broke her out of her thoughts as it used its body weight to force her to the ground. Parker twisted her body just in time so that her head didn't hit the side rails, her elbows slamming into the rocks between the tracks. Her eyes searched around her for her gun when she realized it had fallen out of its holster before the sounds of at least eight walkers started coming from the tree line.

"This day just keeps getting better and better." A cold and withered hand clawed at her sleeve and Parker grabbed her knife as she shuffled away, driving it through the walker's eye. It was a woman, and from what Parker remembered this lady couldn't have been more than a few years younger than she was. All she knew was that this walker was a survivor they had rescued from Woodbury and was now dead. Guilt swarmed her mind now, regretting never making an effort to try and know any of the people they had taken in. The snarls of nearing walkers broke her from her racing mind when she realized she had spaced out again.

Parker pushed herself up only to realize she'd gotten stuck in the tracks, her foot wedged tightly between two of the wooden beams at an uncomfortable angle. Her eyes darted up at a walker tripping over the tracks, landing at her feet and she used her free foot to stomp down hard on its head, her heart racing in her chest when she realized she was out of time. The only thing she could do now was try and even the already unfair fight headed her way.

While trying to unjam her foot, Parker searched around frantically for her pistol while keeping an eye on the approaching walkers. "There." She dropped to her knees, pushing dried leaves off her gun, sitting back, and using the last of her ammo to kill four of the walkers, ones that were only feet away from her. Making sure she still had time before the others reached her, Parker readjusted herself, using her hands to pry her foot loose, rotating in a bit to try and ease the ache before getting to her feet. If she killed these walkers now, she'd have some time to rest later.

Letting out a slow breath, she tightened her grip around her knife, waiting for the first walker to reach her before kicking its legs out from beneath it and slamming its head down on the side of the tracks causing it to split open. Another snarled as it reached out for her and she side stepped it, swinging her arm back and stabbing her knife through the back of its skull. She kicked the walker down, freeing her knife as she used her other hand to hold the last walker away from her, her hand sinking into its rotted chest. The Georgian heat had done these walking corpses dirty, their flesh practically mush. With a loud grunt, she slammed the blade of her knife through its head, blood splattering on her face when she pulled it out, wiping off the blood-covered blade on the walker's clothes.

Breathing heavily, Parker looked down at her hand that had been holding the walker away and saw what she wished wasn't melted flesh stuck in the dark blood that coated her hand. She gagged at the sight of it, pulling a rag out of the side pocket of her backpack and wiping it away as good as possible before tossing the rag to the ground. "That's fucking gross. Never again." Deciding she needed a break from following the train tracks, Parker headed into the woods, it was getting dark and although the woods were a terrible place to be at night, she figured it was better than being out in the open at night and alone.

Parker lifted herself up into a tree, relaxing on one of the thicker branches, something she'd taught herself to do after spending so many days in the forest. It was the best form of shelter she could get at the moment. Her stomach growled and she dug through her bag, she hadn't eaten since the Governor decided to roll up to the gates and destroy the only home they had, and kill the one person many people there saw as a fatherly figure. Just thinking about it brought flashbacks to her mind, the sound of Michonne's katana slicing through Hershel's neck. How he had tried to crawl away with his head hanging on. She shook her head trying to ignore the memories, the bad ones at least.

Despite the taste of the granola bar, she forced herself to swallow it down with some water, letting herself rest for a bit up in the tree. Shockingly enough, being in the tree was the best choice she'd probably made since things went down. Parker was able to sleep through the night and it was easier to hide from the walkers that casually passed below her randomly throughout the night. They'd probably been tracking her scent, something she hadn't thought about until now. Being up in the tree had been the only time her body could relax since she had gone to visit Glenn before everything.

The wind blowing her hair in her face was what caused her to notice that she had lost her hat. Cursing quietly under her breath as she tied her hair back into a messy bun. Parker had looked through her pictures for a little while before being able to fall asleep that night before the pattern repeated itself. She was back on the road, roasting under the sun and just trying to get by.

After a few more days, she decided to strip herself from the rifle, taking out the ammo and putting it in her backpack. Less weight to carry would make her job much easier. Her job. She didn't even know what her job was exactly. What was her purpose now? Now that she had no idea if anyone she cared about was alive. When the bus left the prison, Parker prayed that everyone she knew and cared about was on it, but she knew Rick was still in the field, Carl was missing, Judith was nowhere to be seen, Maggie had run off to find Beth, and Michonne was fighting for her life... the group had scattered.

But she continued to tell herself to have faith that they would all find each other eventually. To hope for the best that everyone made it out of the prison alive. And just like the past couple nights she had decided to take shelter in the woods. But unlike past nights she had come to regret it.

Parker had stumbled upon their camp accidentally, trying to go around a few walkers she had seen feasting on an animal carcass. She was pretty sure she had sprained her ankle when she was trying to climb out of a tree in a hurry, the sound of a small walker herd had woken her from her slumber. She had accidentally trespassed into some other group's camp and from the looks of it, it was only a group of men. Parker spotted a few men asleep on the forest floor and she stopped dead in her tracks, the only sounds were the distant snarls from the walkers she was on the run from. She quickly ran out of the walker's line of sight and it wandered into some wires with cans attached to it to alert the strange group of intruders. They had all woken up to the sounds of the tangled walker and watched as it just tangled itself up more and Parker stayed out of sight, hiding behind some trees.

They were talking about a new guy and whether he had abandoned them or not, but Parker didn't stay long enough to find out. Groups like that scared her, just from looking at them for a split second she could tell they were bad news and that she needed to get the hell out of there. Fast. Groups like this were something she feared, as were walkers and the dark. But walkers weren't her biggest fear about the new world. Not anymore. It was the people that were left in it. Some people tried to live in the past, tried to continue to live in the old world. Or, they changed with the world, some for better but more for worse. Some people changed and others adapted to it. Everyone they had encountered outside of their group had been nothing but trouble, and despite the overwhelming desire for the comfort of a friend by her side, one look at that group of men told her that they weren't friendly. She continued pushing forward through the woods until she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey, you!" Parker kept walking, not wanting to get stuck in an encounter she wouldn't be able to get out of unscathed. "I'm talking to you!" Parker stopped, inhaling through her nose to try and calm her nerves before turning to face the guy.

"What?" She tried to smile at him, assuming this would be a normal encounter.

"What's someone as pretty as you doin' out here all alone?" The man asked, walking towards her with a smile plastered on his face. She recoiled at his words, making sure to step back every time he stepped forward.

"I'm not alone," She lied easily, eyeing him carefully to make sure he didn't try anything. "I was just heading back to my group before you stopped me." She pointed her thumb back over her shoulder in a random direction.

"Where is your group camped, honey?" The man scanned the woods around them, expecting to see something. Her smile fell as he continued talking and every part of her was telling her to get out of there. "It's not safe for you to be out here on your own. Let me walk you back."

"Oh, I'm good. It's not too far." Parker responded, trying to keep a fake nice tone in her voice. "I appreciate the offer though."

"C'mon, darling," He said gently as if she was some wild animal he was trying not to spook. "Let me help you."

"I said no," Parker stated uncomfortably, backing away a bit. "My group doesn't get along with newcomers. Leave me alone." She had started to drop the whole 'nice' act.

"But if we introduce ourselves, we won't be strangers anymore." The guy countered, stopping a few feet from her. "My name is Harley, you?" He held out a hand, waiting for her to shake it.

"That's none of your business." She glanced back over her shoulder, silently wishing she knew there was someone she trusted somewhere in the woods watching her back.

"Come on, darling. Tell me your name." The man pressed, a laugh escaping from him.

"No." She heard more footsteps, two more men emerging on either side of Harley.

"What's going on, Harley? I heard you talking to someone."

"Look what I stumbled across," Harley said, pointing at Parker whose hands itched to reach for her pistol. But she thought better of it, it was out of ammo. "I came out here to pee and I'm greeted by this lovely thing. This girl says she has a group but from the looks of it, she's lying."

"I have a group." She just didn't know where they were. Something she should probably keep to herself.

"It's been so long since I've seen a decent-looking woman," One of the new guys said, his eyes trailing over her body which made her skin crawl.

"What do we do with her?" The third asked.

"We could share her," Harley suggested, finding nothing wrong with the words that had come from his mouth.

"Isn't that against the rules?" A different one asked, a hint of fear washing over his face for a moment. Clearly, they had some rules that they feared breaking. And whatever they were, Parker didn't want to stick around with this group to learn them.

"Only if we fight over it," Harley told the two. "If we agree, then I don't know why anyone would be upset." Parker shuddered at the conversation not even wanting to find out where they were going with this. Or at least not wanting to be there once they agreed to 'share her.'

"I'm going to go.."

"You're not going anywhere," Harley told her, grabbing onto Parker's wrist before she could even take a step. "We told you, it's been a long time since we've seen a pretty woman like you. We can't just let you leave, can we?"

"My group is waiting for me," Parker tried to keep up her lie but she was letting her fear show as she tried to get his hand off her wrist, panic overtaking her. "If I don't show up soon, they'll come looking for me. They.. they have guns. A lot of them. And my brother doesn't like strangers."

"I don't see your brother here, do you, darling?" Harley scanned the trees, her fear only exciting the three guys more. "And like I told you before, we're no longer strangers."

"Guns? Like the one you carry?" One asked, nodding to the one attached to her belt. "I claim that."

"What?" Parker raised her eyebrows in confusion, her free hand hovering over the gun. "This is mine, you aren't taking it."

"But you see darling, that's not how this works," Harley explained to her, his grip on Parker's wrist was merciless and would most likely cause a bruise. "If we see something we like, we claim it. That's how it works. And we all like you, so we're going to share." Parker almost choked at his suggestion and felt her last ounce of patience running out. There was absolutely no way in hell they were doing anything to her. Not a chance in hell. She kicked Harley as hard as she possibly could, and he fell to the ground groaning in pain, she drew her gun, aiming it at the three. The two stepped back as Harley struggled to his feet, her finger grazed the trigger.

"Leave me alone," Parker demanded, trying to pretend she didn't hear her voice shake slightly as she spoke. "I just want to go."

"What are you going to do?" Harley mocked. "Shoot me? Lure in the dead? I bet you've never even fired a gun before." All it took was for her to hesitate for a second, Harley reacted quickly, grabbing the gun and rolling it from her grasp.

"Go fuck yourself," Parker muttered, reeling her fist back and punching him in the face, the other two let out shocked gasps and Parker took it as an opportunity to get the fuck out of there. Not even wasting a second, she waited for their eyes to be on Harley before turning on her heels and making a run for it, ignoring the pain in her ankle as she ran. She could hear three sets of footsteps running behind her and she knew either way this was going to end terribly. As she ducked under a low-hanging branch she held onto it as she ran forward letting it fly back and smash into the face of whoever was behind her. They dropped to the ground with a pain-filled yell, their face covered by their hands. Parker skidded to a stop, her feet slipping under her as she took a sharp left turn, jumping over a fallen tree, not making the mistake of falling over it this time. "Oh!" She ducked under a walker and pushed it towards the men behind her.

Harley taunted her as he followed closely behind, almost sounding like he was enjoying watching her run. She was using her hands to help push herself up a small hill when she felt a hand grab onto her ankle and cause her to fall down. Her chin hit against a rock, and blood pooled in her mouth on impact as someone hovered over her. She shuffled back, using her feet to push away but then Harley punched her in the face, the force of the blow causing her to fall back. It all happened so fast that Parker barely even anticipated what led to the next moment, where she was lifted to her knees, her ears ringing and her vision blurred. She gingerly touched her cheek, relieved to discover there was no blood.

"We're not going to need this," Harley chuckled, tossing her gun aside that he had apparently kept with him. "Not for what we're about to do."

"Go to hell!" Parker spat as she felt hands yanking her backpack off, pulling her up a bit in the process. "Don't touch my shit! That's mine!" They tossed her bag to Harley who unzipped it, dumping everything onto the ground. The few granola bars she had left, two bottles of water, her pictures, the spare socks, the pregnancy test sticking out of the end. A T-shirt, some extra bullets from the rifle she'd abandoned, and an extra pair of underwear. Harley laughed, picking up the underwear and dangling them from his finger.

"I'll save this for later." He then looked at the pregnancy test and dropped the underwear onto the ground. "What's this?"

"Don't touch that!" Parker shouted. Harley picked it up, examining it for a second before hooting with laughter.

"Looks like someone beat us to it, guys. This bitch is pregnant."

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"Get off of me!" Parker screamed, struggling against the men who were holding her. She swung her elbow back, nailing one of them in the nose and he fell back, holding his bleeding nose in one of his hands. "Let me go!" She yelled, when the bigger guy managed to get her free arm, holding her still as best as he could as the other man tried to collect himself.

"The more you fight, the more fun it'll be for us," Harley said, running his hand through her hair, she leaned away in disgust. Her vision was starting to clear, and she still had enough fight in her to defend herself. She couldn't give up yet.

"I said to let me go!" Parker lifted both of her feet up, kicking Harley in the chest and sending him to the ground. When he recovered his hand moved to the knife on his belt, pulling it out of its sheath as he neared her, an evil gleam in his eyes.

"Let's speed this up," Harley whispered, tearing off Parker's shirt, the sound of buttons falling into the leaves being the only other sound besides her racing heartbeat.

"Don't touch me!" Parker shouted, thrashing in their grip. "Get the fuck away from me!" Harley and the others just laughed.

"You're going to be fine. We'll take good care of you." She fought even more, this was the last thing she had expected to happen. "Don't worry," Harley spoke, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. "Let's just have some fun." It wasn't until someone put their hand over her mouth that she realized she had been screaming. She could barely process what was happening. Her mind was racing, her heart was pounding against her ribcage and her entire body was shaking.

"Who's going first?"

"I took an elbow to the face, I should." The bigger guy stated, wiping blood off his face with the back of his hand.

"Me obviously. I found her first." His hands started at her bra, slowly trailing down her body, as she still struggled beneath him. Parker screamed against the hand covering her mouth, yelling at them to stop as their hands traveled lower. "Keep her still!" She yelled again, desperately trying to fight them off.

"Shut up!" Something hit her in the temple and this time, her body shut down, any bit of fight she had left dissipated into nothingness, her body falling limp. Black spots danced in her vision, their voices muffled as they spoke.

"Hurry up, we don't have all day."

"Are you kidding? We have all damn day." She felt helpless, held down, at the mercy of these men, unable to do anything. There were hands squeezing her butt, roaming over her bra and down the curve of her hips. Someone was undoing the buttons on her jeans, struggling to pull them down. Parker closed her eyes tightly, a tear sliding down her cheek, she weakly tried fighting them off.

"Let me go please!" She cried at the sound of one of them undoing their belt. Then she heard a voice. One that made her heart leap into her throat.

"What the hell are you doin'?!" Parker knew that voice. It was one she had dreamed about when she managed to get sleep during her time spent on the road. Only this time he hesitated with silent fury, it wasn't comforting, whispering to her that he would find her. The last words he had said to her before they had split up. He had found her as promised. It wasn't even a warning. His voice was filled with anger that threatened to be released. It was Daryl. "Get away from her!" Daryl snapped, marching forward, past all of Parker's belongings scattered across the ground.

Past her gun half hidden amongst the leaves, past everything until he reached Harley. Daryl grabbed the back of his shirt dragging him off of her, punching him in the face for good measure. Then he pushed the two holding her down away, kicking one, and the other coward shuffled backward. Parker curled into herself, trying to make herself as small as possible, as if she was trying to shield herself from the world around her. Daryl crouched in front of her, tear stains covered her face, she was terrified. Her eyes looked back at him but they were empty.

"What the hell, man?" Harley asked, standing up. Daryl took in the scene before him his eyes scanning the area. He realized her shirt and tank top were both torn and he tried to wrap the torn clothes around her to try and cover her up. His hands were shaking as he held the fabric together, hiding her body from the men beside them. Parker didn't look him in the eyes, as he helped her sit up, her eyes fixed on the ground beneath her, her entire body shaking. "Hey, I'm talking to you! What the hell are you doing?" Harley repeated himself, blood pouring from his nose. Daryl stood to his full height, turning to look at Harley with an anger in his eyes that was almost begging him to say or do the wrong thing.

"What the hell were you doin'!?" Daryl yelled back, blocking their view of Parker.

"Well, I was about to have a little fun," Harley answered back, a smirk on his face. "Until you showed up."

"No, you ain't gonna do shit." Daryl spat, taking a step closer to them. "Don't you ever touch her again."

"What is your problem?" Harley scoffed, the least bit intimidated by Daryl. "She was out here alone. She's ours."

"She ain't yours!" Joe and Len appeared, examining the scene taking place before them. Parker was still hunched over on the ground, a haunted expression on her face, Daryl was guarding her, his fists balled up so tightly his knuckles were white. He was prepared to fight Harley, Dan, and Tony who were standing in a row, Joe and Len were left wondering what the hell was going on.

"What is going on here?" Joe asked, his eyes scanning over every single person there as he waited for someone to answer his question.

"We found this girl," Harley explained to them, pointing at Parker while Daryl stood protectively in front of her. "Wandering through the woods, alone, and now Daryl here tells us we can't have her."

"Well, did you claim her?" Joe asked, nodding his head at Parker.

"No, but we were going to share her." Harley stuttered over his words, looking to Dan and Tony for backup. Joe opened his arms, shrugging his shoulders. Almost as if saying he didn't care, it was their problem, he couldn't help them. If they didn't follow the rules, they were screwed.

"You know the rules. If you want something, you have to say the word-" He was cut off mid-sentence as one word echoed through Parker's ears.

"Claimed." She looked up through her hair, her hands tightly holding onto her flannel as she stared at the person. That one word is the one that decided everything in this group.