A/N: After this last episode I wanted to write this, but didn't think I should seeing as how I've got two other TWD stories going. In the end, obviously, I couldn't help myself!


"Don't be stupid. If Amanda was still alive, she wouldn't be here."

"You don't know that!"

"Amanda showed up after Sarah disappeared, and did we ever see Sarah again?"

Beth's eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the dim light, dust just visibly floating in the air. Her head was pounding and she felt sick to her stomach. She tried to move but realized quickly that wasn't going to happen due to the handcuffs that had her attached to a thin metal support post, her ankles bound by a thick layer of duct tape.

"Look who's up." a tall, large framed girl said as she moved forward, unencumbered by any restraints. Beth guessed she was around her age, maybe a little older. Obviously more athletic.

"Where am I?" Beth asked, her voice low, her throat so dry it hurt.

"A place that will make you wish real soon that you were dead." the girl tilted her head.

"Where'd they get you from?" the other girl asked as she slowly came forward, hanging back far enough that Beth couldn't make out more than a short, plump figure.

"Funeral home." Beth groaned as she tried to move her hands around. Daryl! She'd left him to fend off all of those walkers on his own. For all she knew he was dead. She took a deep breath and refused to let herself believe that. If anyone could make it out of that mess, it was Daryl.

"That's where they got me." the short girl moved back and sat down. "I haven't seen my dad since then." her voice became low and she sounded so hopeless.

"He's dead." the tall girl continued to watch Beth with an odd fascination.

"Shut up, Abby!"

"A sixty-two year old with a bad heart." Abby turned to look in the other girl's direction. "Just accept it, Nicki."

Beth just stared at the two and tried again to free her hands. "I've gotta get out of here. I've gotta find Daryl."

"You're cuffed." Abby moved away. "You're screwed, like us."

"Why aren't you chained up?" Beth asked as she cringed in pain as she tried to pull her hand through the cuffs.

"We know better than to run." Abby sat down across from her.

"Who's Daryl?" Nicki asked, her voice giving away that she'd started to cry.

"A friend."

"If he was at that stupid funeral home, he's dead." Abby informed her. "They get people in, get them eating and letting their guard down, then they set rotters on them."

Beth stopped struggling for a minute and just stared at the other girl. "You were there, too?"

"They set it up for that reason." she nodded. "Pretty obvious now, but at the time we were just so tired and hungry."

"Yeah, well, Daryl isn't dead." Beth knew he had made it out. And more than likely, he would be looking for her.

"You get a couple of days before they'll start on you." Abby ignored Beth's words and got to her feet.

"Start on me?" Beth stared at her wishing there was more light.

"Like I said, you'll be wishing the rotters would get you after a while."

"If it's that bad, why not run?" Beth asked.

"Try running, get caught and you'll see." Abby paced around the room.

"Why do they want us?" Beth asked, fearing the answer.

"They think they're going to restart the human race." Abby laughed. "Those freaks think they're the ones who should be doing that."

"Restart..." Beth let the words sink in and hoped she wasn't understanding the other girl correctly.

"They're men who need women to make babies." Abby's voice dripped with disgust.

Beth's heart dropped at those words. She could not let herself be used by these men. "Help me get these off." she begged.

"I don't have a key." Abby pointed out. "No key, and it's not like they leave tools down here."

"I won't let them touch me." Beth said as she looked around and as far as she could tell, Abby was right. The room seemed to be empty save for the three girls.

"It happened to us, why should you be any different?"

"Because I won't let it happen." She was determined to stay true to her word. She could not and would not let them touch her. She would find a way out and she would find Daryl. After that, they'd figure out a way to find Maggie and the others.

Their attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of a door opening. The light poured through, hurting her eyes but Beth could finally see that they must be in a basement, quickly looking around, she saw that the room really did seem barren. Out of the corner of her eye she could see planks of wood that appeared to be covering a window, bits of moonlight seemed to be peeking through. Her attention was brought back to the stairs as the sound of footsteps on creaking wooden stairs made her skin break out in goosebumps.

A man, medium height and weight appeared carrying bags in one hand and a few bottles in the other. "Here we go, ladies." his thick southern accent made it hard to understand him completely. "Dinner is served." he tossed a bag down at Nicki's feet and handed her a bottle, the same for Abby. He stopped in front of Beth and knelt down. "Hi there, darlin'." he smiled, displaying a couple of missing teeth and a beard that would make Rick's look good. "Hopin' you'd wake up soon." he reached forward and moved a bit of her hair from her face. Being attached to the post made it impossible for her to move away from him. "Pretty girl, ain't ya?" he chuckled. "Always liked blondes."

Beth shied away from him and tried to move herself to the side. He set the bottle and bag on the floor and smiled at her. "Don't be shy now, sweetie." he said as he moved with her. "We're gonna be gettin' to know each other real well soon."

"Where's Amanda?" Nicki asked from across the room.

"None of your business." he got his feet and moved to the other girl. "You don't need to know what all goes on 'round here."

"I just wanted to know..."

"Forget about it." he headed back towards the stairs. "Eric will be down for you soon." he informed her before disappearing up the stairs.

"Eric?" Beth asked, wanting to scrub her entire body with a wire brush and boiling water. The smell of the man lingered in the enclosed space.

"He's the one who's laid claim to our little Nicki." Abby opened her bag. "Chex mix again."

Beth stared at the bag in front of her and found she had no appetite as she still felt sick to her stomach. The bottle was different. She wanted to open it, but he'd not taken the cuffs off her. "A little help?" she asked.

"Don't drink it all at once." Abby said as she held the bottle to Beth's lips. "Eric might or might not bring us something else to drink when comes for Nicki. Make it last."

Beth stared across at Nicki who sat just clutching her bottle and stared off into space. She began rocking back and forth a bit, her lip trembling. She had to find a way out. She'd cut her hands off if she had to, if she could. She was determined not to be a part of their sick plan. She would get out and she would find Daryl. She had to.