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Survival Isn't An Option	By : Pilgrim Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 6774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies, the hotel we stayed at for the past two weeks that promised wi-fi... did not have wi-fi -_- Please enjoy! Another chapter will be uploaded on Tuesday 5th x

“We’ll be fine,” Isabelle tossed the pack onto the back seat of the car and took the keys from Rick. “We need some more things for Judith, it’s only down the road and as everyone keeps saying I need to learn to be out in the world more.”
She smiled reassuringly at his worried expression. Daryl was watching the exchange suspiciously from a distance as Jacob dropped into the passenger seat. Isabelle slammed the driver’s door shut and turned the engine on, they pulled away from the prison quickly and raced down the road. Jacob silently pulled a map out.
“You sure about this?” He queried, already examining the map.
“Yes,” Isabelle glanced at him, “I’m not on protection and when we figured it out there’s quite a high risk.”
“I know but, what if you are? That’s a human in there potentially,” Jacob pointed out. “It’s not like there’s many of us left now.”
“Just find a hospital or a pharmacy,” Isabelle snapped.
          It was better to go out with Jacob who knew of the predicament than to try and explain it to someone else. They’d both been on enough supply runs to not raise too much suspicion by going out together and Judith did need more formula.
“There’s one here, it might have already been raided though,” Jacob began to give her directions.
          After half an hours clear drive they pulled up outside a pharmacy, it was burnt, the glass broken and the shelves in severe disarray. Silently Jacob folded up the map as they took in the scene.
“Do you think…?” Jacob began.
“We have to try,” Isabelle looked at him and slowly he nodded in agreement.
          They exited the car, both holding their daggers at the ready as they crunched over the broken glass. Nothing moved inside, Jacob entered first before helping her over the shattered pane of glass that was all that was left of the front window. Slowly the gloom receded showing the full extent of damage to the shop.
“Just check as many as we can, I doubt the apocalypse will have resulted in many people searching for the morning after pill,” Isabelle whispered as they began to root through the multitude of abandoned packets and pill sheets.
          An hour passed with no luck other than a surprise discovery of an undisturbed box of baby formula. Isabelle was beginning to despair that they would have to locate another one when Jacob called out to her. She hurried to his location and smiled in relief as he handed her an entire strip of the drugs. Without warning he kissed her, hot lips pressing her own open. She moaned without thinking and pressed herself closer, slipping the pills into her jacket pocket as his arms wrapped about her. Hands roamed down to her butt, he squeezed hard and walked her back until something hit the back of her thighs. Isabelle glanced back at the counter and slid herself up, Jacob brushing the surface clear. Her fingers worked quickly on his shirt, peeling it back enough to let her kiss his collar bones, and pinch a nipple.
          A hand wrapped into her hair and forced her head backwards to bare her throat. Teeth nipped at her pulse, a tongue traced down her throat and a hand ripped her shirt aside. Roughly pulling her bra down as calloused fingers pressed against her breast and pushed her flat to the counter. He pulled at her jeans before changing his mind on the position she was in and grasping her hips. Isabelle gasped as he pulled her from the counter and spun her around, pressing her chest down to the counter top instead. A hand pinned her at the back of her neck as he roughly pulled her jeans and panties down to bare her cheeks. She tried to glance back, torn between extreme lust and concern.
          Fingers pushed between her folds, stroking and playing with her until she almost lost control of her knees. Without warning he was inside her fully in one swift move. Isabelle groaned at the feeling, she was being taken whether she wanted to be or not and she was loving it. The counter edge pressed against her upper thighs and her jeans were chafing where they pinched her skin against the counter and she didn’t care. Moans and cries were being torn from her throat as Jacob pounded into her mercilessly. He pulled her upright so her back was against his chest. Fingers played with her nipples and she stretched against him, pressing her hips back into him and arching to let him keep his pace. Her breath was ragged, jumping with every deep thrust inside her.
          Isabelle felt the first waves of her orgasm and let herself collapse back onto the counter. Once again she was pinned by his hand on the back of her neck, he reached around her hips and fingers circled her clit as stars exploded. Her legs gave way, she was only kept in place by his hand on her neck and his hips pressed into hers.
“Oh god, Daryl,” Isabelle whispered without thought.
“What?” Jacob stopped moving almost instantly. “You were thinking about him?”
          Isabelle bit her lip, pleasure not really registering any more as she realised what had fallen from her lips at the one moment of truth. She glanced back at Jacob, his expression was colder and he was still inside her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” She began only for a hand to slap across her butt hard enough to draw tears.
“Shut up,” Jacob snapped. “I’m almost done.”
          His grip on her hips tightened, pinning her in place, she cried out at the sudden surge of him inside her, it wasn’t painful so much as a shock. Isabelle pushed against the counter only for Jacob to press his hands down on her shoulders. He was stronger than her by far and weighed considerably more.
“Stop, please,” Isabelle shouted, feeling fear begin to penetrate her heart. Either he hadn’t heard her or he was deliberately ignoring her as he thrust twice more.
“You’re such a cock tease you know,” Jacob hissed against her ear as he pulled free from her and fastened his pants up once more, apparently no longer interested in his orgasm or finally realising that he was committing rape. “Walking around half naked, flirting and teasing,” Jacob snapped. “Changing your mind halfway through.”
Silently she pulled her bra down and fastened her shirt up quickly. Her eyes rested on Jacob’s boots as she turned around to face him, he hadn’t moved away from her and fear flashed through her. Stiffly she pulled her lower clothing up, still not quite capable of meeting his gaze as colour tarnished her cheeks. Her fingers brushed over the hilt of her dagger.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Jacob whispered, “I’ve never hurt a woman… I don’t know what…”
          Isabelle stared at him as he gasped for breath and lowered her dagger as his blood spilled from his slit throat. He stared at her in shock. Daryl had insisted on sharpening it before they came out, she would have to remember to thank him. Numbly she patted her shirt pocket, the tablets were still there. Once he had stopped gasping she thrust the dagger into his brain, just as Daryl had shown her. Silently she stepped over his prone body and pulled the car keys from her jeans pocket, wiping the blade clean on Jacob’s jeans. She dropped into the driver’s car seat and flicked the ignition. Reaching back she pulled a bottle of water free from the rucksack and downed the recommended number of tablets for the time that had passed.
          Her eyes were drawn to the prone, still warm body of Jacob. What had she done? He hadn’t meant her harm, he hadn’t hurt her and she’d killed him, murdered him, in cold blood. He wasn’t… hadn’t been a bad man, he could have hurt her, she had been completely at his mercy and all he had done was make his point and then walked away. She’d slit his throat. Opening the car door she washed her hands free from blood with what was left of the water. Locking the car she rested her hand on the horn until walkers appeared before she backed it away and hit the accelerator hard to speed away from the scene of the meal, hiding her dirty work.

          Isabelle pulled up in the courtyard, Rick at the door instantly with a look of concern as she killed the engine. He glanced back at the rear seat and she pushed the box of formula over for him to lift out before sliding free from her seat.
“Where’s Jacob?” Rick asked suspiciously.
“He didn’t make it, we were ambushed by walkers, they tore into him before I could warn him,” The lie fell smoothly from her lips, too smoothly even for her liking and she knew Rick wasn’t buying it.
“Are you hurt?” Daryl appeared, his eyes raking over her and taking in the spray of blood over her shirt.
“No, they got Jacob and I ran back to the car,” Isabelle stated again, fighting to meet his gaze and knowing that he could see right through her lies.
          She ducked her gaze and mumbled about needing a shower before heading off. Their voices carried as she headed away, Jacob’s jacket was still on the back seat. Carefully stripping she washed the shirt furiously and scrubbed at her face and chest where the blood droplets had reached. Still rubbing her hair with an old towel she jumped at Daryl’s voice to her right. His gaze met hers coldly from where he leaned against the wall next to the door.
“Want to tell me what really happened?” His fingers were fastened tightly around something she couldn’t make out.
“Walkers…” Isabelle felt her story die as his hand opened to reveal the strip of tablets in his palm.
“Walkers?” Daryl stated, pressing the tablets into her palm.
“Daryl…” Isabelle started.
“You know Belle, it doesn’t matter. What you do, with whoever you do it with is up to you. It ain’t nobodies business but your own,” He whispered. “Just don’t lie to me.”
          Isabelle met his gaze, cold and calculating it held her in place. She could deny it, deny everything and change her path and finish any hope with him ever or she could admit what happened. Admitting her mistakes had never been her forte, even in ballet class she had strived to always be perfect. Since this world had imploded there was no perfect anymore, there was just struggle and strife. Although out of everything she’d done, this was the worst yet in her own opinion.
“I moaned your name instead,” She whispered but his raised eyebrow made it clear he knew there was more to it. “He got angry and I asked him to stop. He didn’t.”
          Several emotions crossed Daryl’s face and she couldn’t read them all. There was anger, frustration and confusion. Within seconds he was back to unreadable. “So it was self-defence?”
“Of sorts,” Isabelle mumbled. “I slit his throat after we stopped, he didn’t hurt me.”
“But he kept going after you asked him to stop?” Daryl clarified.
“Yeah,” Isabelle wrapped her arms about herself.
          Silently he wrapped his arms about her and she wondered why. He should hate her. She’d slept with another, murdered him in cold blood and not shown any remorse, lied to Daryl about it and he still forgave her. Fingers pressed into her damp hair and pulled her closer.
“Daryl?” The embrace ceased as quickly as it had begun and this time he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Something you want to talk about?”
“Just glad you’re ok,” He stated gruffly and stalked off.
          Isabelle watched him, short strides giving away his anger. There was more to this, more than he cared to admit and she wondered again to his past. He still hadn’t divulged any of it to her. Perhaps he wasn’t a virgin after all, or perhaps he’d just experienced the horror of rape through someone he had cared about before. An enigma wrapped in a secret sealed in a mystery. She wondered if she’d ever learn his story, learn his past, she’d be happy if she just understood him when he went quiet and withdrawn.
          The apocalypse was drawing the worst out of everyone else and yet here he was becoming more of a moral beacon with every passing day. Out of everyone here he was the only one who hadn’t acted irrationally or cruelly. Perhaps the horrors of his old world were less than the horrors of this world. No, she needed to know and he was going to give her some answers tonight or… she didn’t know what the threat would be. She had nothing to hold over him, nothing to argue with him or use as leverage other than her curiosity and she doubted that would be of any influence. Possibly it was the adrenaline running through her veins still or maybe the anger at what had happened she didn’t know but she found herself following Daryl’s retreating footsteps. Her hand landed on his arm and forced him to stop, turn and meet her eyes.
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