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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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“We wait until the morning and then we search,” Carol muttered back, meeting her eyes calmly.
“I can’t wait that long,” Isabelle hissed, tension pulling her muscles taut.
“Well you won’t find them in the dark,” Carol pointed out. “Anyway, it’s Rick and Daryl. They can handle anything; they know what they’re doing. They’ll be back.”
          Isabelle glanced at Carol before the older woman could fully hide her nerves behind the soft smile. She turned her attention back to the forest, desperate to see any sign of them. Time passed painfully for several hours, the moon hitting its peak and passing before she saw something in the distance. She paused, her grasp tightening on the dagger as she studied the disappearing flash. Silently she waved for Carol, the other woman also unable to sleep had taken up watch over the sleeping group. The two women stood shoulder to shoulder and stared out into the forest. Carol’s hand grasped Isabelle’s as they both saw the lights flicker again. It wasn’t clear if it was a torch or a fire but they both knew that neither Daryl or Rick had anything to cast such a light.
“Warn the others,” Carol whispered.
          Isabelle nodded, heading around the group, silently awakening them and whispering for everyone to arm themselves and prepare for anything. Within minutes the group was ready, gathered by the fire and all facing towards the approaching light. Isabelle stepped up alongside Carol again desperate for the slightest sighting of Daryl. Carol pushed her back to stand within the group as a gang of men appeared at the forest edge, hissing about looking vulnerable. Isabelle ignored the insult as she spotted, between two muscle bound men, Daryl and Rick. Each were sporting some form of bruise to the face and their weapons were conveniently removed. Isabelle almost pushed forwards at the sight of Daryl only for Maggie’s hand to grasp her wrist and stop her with a shake of her head.
“So this is the group we’ve heard so much about,” The leader stepped forwards, a rifle over his shoulder with blood already on the butt. It somewhat matched the outline of the bruise on Rick’s temple, “Nice to meet y’all.”
“Who are you?” Carol demanded, her hand resting on her pistol, volunteering herself as leader in place of the captive Rick.
“No one of concern and we’ll leave you all alone, soon as we get what we came for,” The man grinned winningly as he stepped forwards, the other men smirking and casting their eyes over the group as if admiring prize cattle.
“What do you want?” Michonne stepped forwards, arms folded.
“Well your little group seems a little unbalanced. You see, you seem to have plenty of women and as you can see, we’re all out. Now we gave your fellas here the choice of meeting your group on nice friendly terms or of hunting you down. We’d rather not have to kill all the men and take you ladies under duress but it’s been a while,” The man stepped forwards, his face up close to Michonne’s.
“You need to release them,” Carol pushed his shoulder gently, putting herself between Michonne and the stranger.
“We will soon as we get a woman or two, you volunteering?” The man asked, his eyes raking over Carol who shrank despite herself at his ravaging gaze. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Don’t get any ideas big fella, each one of my guys is armed and you’re a big target,” The man warned again as Abraham made a move to step forwards, his fists clenched at his sides.
“You can’t do this, this isn’t right,” Rosita shouted through the group, one hand on Abraham’s arm to steady him.
“What is right nowadays? Now… how are we going to sort out this little dilemma of ours,” The man purred, his eyes raking over all of them as he rubbed his chin. “We just want a woman or two, voluntarily, and we promise to leave and not hurt anyone in this group. In return you will be protected, fed and kept safe unless your group tries to follow or ‘rescue’ you. Then we’ll happily use you as collateral.”
          Isabelle shuffled uncomfortably, her eyes on Daryl who was still searching for her through his one good eye. The leader turned and nodded, within seconds Daryl was in a headlock and another man held an axe over his neck. Adrenaline surged through her body and she stepped from the group before she was fully conscious of what she was doing, Maggie’s grasp no longer strong enough to hold her back and her shout barely loud enough to register in Isabelle’s mind. The fear of seeing Daryl beheaded pushing her forwards without hesitation.
“Take me,” She shouted, eyes locked on the leader as Carol stuck an arm out to catch her at the waist and hold her back. “Take me, I volunteer if you swear not to hurt anyone.”
“Bel…” Daryl’s shout was cut off by a vicious punch to his stomach.
“Stop! Don’t… just… just stop,” Isabelle held her hands out to stop any further action. “Please, I volunteer.”
          The man stepped forwards, pushing Carol roughly away from her, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than she ever had in her life. Her heart was going to burst through her chest as he stood in front of her, his fingers latched onto her chin and turned her face one way and then the other. He released her roughly to look her up and down in a dismissive manner before both hands grasped the collar of her t-shirt and ripped it open down to her waist. His hands pushed the material aside, forcing her bra into the moonlight. Isabelle bit her cheek to stop the retaliation as he manhandled her roughly, fingers trailing over her still prominent ribs, “You’ll hardly last the week, there’s no meat on you.”
“I’m your only option,” Isabelle shouted as he turned back to the group, fighting down the humiliation. “She’s too old, she won’t last one hour with any of you.” Isabelle gestured towards Carol, the leader studied them both more curiously. “That one’s a lesbian with the girl by the solider,” She gestured to Michonne and Tara. “She’s with the big guy, I’ll guarantee he’ll just cause you trouble, you’ll always be looking over your shoulder,” Isabelle motioned towards Rosita and Abraham. “That one’s pregnant, couple more weeks and she’ll be too encumbered to move with you,” Isabelle pointed to Maggie. “The other has a brother you don’t want to mess with either, and between you and me her stamina is terrible,” she gestured to Sasha.
          Slowly the man’s attention focused on her more, eyes taking her in more intently. Isabelle resisted the urge to shrink away from the hungry gaze and instead forced herself to push her diminutive chest out and kink her hip to make more of a curve of her frame. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and met his gaze. Meeting his testosterone with her inner newly discovered fire. Her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, she could barely breathe and the adrenaline was making every millimetre of her body tremble. “So you’re our best bet,” He turned to the men still holding Rick and Daryl.
“I’m the only one without any ties. You want a nice, easy acquisition… I’m here, all you have to do is leave this group unharmed,” Isabelle reached forwards and turned his attention back to her with a finger trailing down the side of his jaw. “I’m small but I’m good,” She purred, watching his pupils dilate as she let her nail trail down his chest, well aware his eyes were fixating on her breasts. He reached forwards to pull at her bra, finger hooking in the dip.
          Instantly there was an uproar from where Daryl was restrained and the leader glanced back. His hand fell away, to trail over her stomach. “No ties? He seems rather fond?” Once more Daryl was punched into submission and Isabelle forced herself not to wince, pushing her femininity into every ounce of her being.
“No ties, he’ll just miss me keeping his bed warm every night… all night,” She purred again, pleading with Daryl in her head to just let her do this. “You know what men are like, they get all possessive, want you all to themselves. Some guys like good sex enough to risk their lives for it,” she purred, letting the moonlight land on her throat, watching as his eyes rested on the pulse there. Deliberately she emphasised its path with a brush of her fingertips to curve down her skin to the slight rise of her chest. She had his full attention now, he was staring down at her, hands lax on his rifle. With her best promising eyes, she bit her lip and let the flesh back out slowly.
“Knock that one out, we’ve got all we need,” He snapped, grasping her arm roughly and dragging her towards his group of men as they kicked Rick onto his knees and pushed him towards the prison group. Carol and Michonne rushing forwards to help him free of his binds and holding him back as another slammed a rifle butt into the back of Daryl’s head. Isabelle fought to see him, seeing nothing more than his limp form collapsing forwards, “Any of you follow, cross our paths or try anything clever and we’ll kill her, slowly and you can all watch the show. Then we’ll hunt and do the same to all the men, and rape all of the women.”
          Isabelle stumbled forwards as he flung her unceremoniously into the clutches of the men. She ignored the hands that instantly slammed into her ass and groped happily, hands broaching the ripped t-shirt and roving over areas of skin she’d forgotten were there. She resisted the urge to pull her dagger free, resisted the urge to scream and run back. This was a price she was willing to pay to ensure Daryl was safe, that the group was safe. They would either find a way to get her back or she’d save herself. A hand shoved at her shoulder, urging her to move faster in the dim torchlight.
The going was rough in the dark and more than once she almost lost her footing, caught at the last minute by one man or another. Their hands rarely staying on her arm but trailing over and grabbing at a breast or slapping her ass. One slapped too hard and sent her stumbling forwards onto her hands and knees. They paused to laugh, surrounding her quickly and arguing within minutes about if they should fuck her there and then. One unzipped his trousers and stepped towards her aggressively. She jumped back onto her feet and head-butted him as he grasped for her. His nose broke satisfyingly before someone else latched onto her hair from behind and forced her to her knees once more. The risk of her neck breaking increasing with every second as he continued to pull.
“Play nicely girl, you volunteered after all, makes you their property,” The leader snapped, his fingers pulling her head further backwards still until she was on her back with him leaning over her, “Quite the flexible one aren’t you? Might keep you for myself, I like your fight. Now move, we’re not stopping until dawn.”
          He released her hair roughly, letting her fall sideways and slowly stand again. Once again pushed and prodded into moving, the man with the broken nose shoving her hard, square between the shoulder blades, into the middle of the group where she couldn’t escape. Hours of painful jogging passed, terrain altering intermittently until they struck smooth open fields from old farms and the group finally settled into a well-established barn. The leader grabbed her wrist roughly and dragged her to the back of the building. Shackles hung from an old iron ring set into a thick wooden beam and she knew instantly what was going to happen.
Her confidence finally failed her and she dug her heels in to try and stop the progression towards it only to receive a cuff to her temple sending her world reeling. The cold chill of metal clamped about her wrists soundly and footsteps retreated as she slid to the floor, holding her spinning head. So her plan had backfired, she’d assumed the group was nomadic travelling. It would have made getting back to the group harder but she could have achieved it sooner. Now she had to somehow escape the barn and the group and as this was clearly their long standing residence, that meant there would always be a guard here. She was officially in deep trouble.
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