Disclaimer: I don't own the Walking Dead, Merle Dixon, or Michael Rooker. There ya happy? Cuz I'm not. *sniff, sniff*


Prologue

"Hurry the fuck up, princess! Ah ain't got all day!" She grumbled lightly, but continued packing up the rest of her stuff. "Imma kill ya 'n just tell the Governor the walkers got ya!" She rolled her eyes and ignored his empty threat. "Then ah'll hightail it out a here, sugartits, 'n ah'll be ridin' in style!"

"My name is Erica! And like hell you will, Merle! It's my truck!" she yelled. Erica finished stuffing the last shirt in her bag with a huff. For spite, she sat down on the bed, determined to waste his precious time.

It only took a few minutes for the angry voice to begin cursing and yelling. "What the fuck is takin' ya so long? Ain't like ya carry whole lotta stuff 'round anyway!" Merle growled loudly from outside.

Erica stared at her nails, picking at the damaged ends. "Oh, I don't know," she called, "I found a whole drawer of clothes in the dresser!" She smiled to herself. She couldn't get back at him for a lot of the things he did, so she had to make do with the little inconveniences. "It may take at least another ten minutes!"

"The hell, woman? Ya ransackin' the whole place? We already got everythin' worth shit, just leave 'em!" he bellowed angrily. She smirked.

Tsking loudly, she could hear him enter the house, but didn't move from the room upstairs. "Wasteful!" she chastised. She pulled her feet up on the bed and crossed her legs underneath her. Merle's footsteps, that only made sound when he was angry, crashed through the old house. "How have you survived this long with that attitude?"

"Ya know damn well ah can survive, but ah am startin' ta think yer hinderin' m' 'bility," he yelled up the stairs. His heavy boots slammed on the old wooden steps as he made his way up. "Can't wait till ahm rid a ya!"

She scowled.

"Oh, look!" she shouted bitterly. "Another drawer."

"How many clothes do ya need, woman!" He made his way to the end of the hallway.

"Oh, a girl can never have too many clothes," she bit out sarcastically.

The door flew open, banging against the flower covered wall.

"What the-" He scanned the room quickly, before his cold eyes zeroed in on her.

She didn't have time to utter a word before he was scooping her up. He tossed her over his shoulder, his mutated limb wrapped around her body and holding her in place. She squeaked in protest as the breath was knocked out of her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him grab her suitcase, but then she was whirled around, her sight lost as she became dizzy and disoriented. "Put me down!" she cried, punching at his back and trying to kick his chest with her feet. Her drab, light brown hair, dirty and unwashed, blocked her view. She could see nothing but the old floorboards underneath Merle's feet as they moved along. Everything spun. She blinked rapidly, trying to get her bearings. "This is unacceptable! I am not an animal!"

Merle chuckled darkly. "Yer right, yer ass is way ta nice ta be anythin' but human," he retorted. Erica could practically see his smirk and it made her glower harder. Unfortunately, the only recipient of her dirty looks was the ground. She felt something brush along her backside, lingering a little too long on the curve of her ass.

"You fucking pervert! Stop it! Put me down, right now!" she screeched. She kicked and punched harder, but it was like his chest had a plate of armor covering it. He certainly didn't seem to notice her efforts.

"Nah, can't do that," he denied. She growled with rage. "Ya might find another drawer."

"Fuck you!" She screamed in fury and smacked the back of his head.

"Oi! Now don't be doin' tha' shit, or ah'll tie ya up again, " he threatened.

She stilled instantly, her eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't fucking dare," she spit icily.

"Hit me again, 'n find out." She reluctantly relaxed, her arms crossed with great difficulty. She kept the hard glare on her face, but knew he couldn't see it. Her legs dangled helplessly in front of his chest as they made their way down the stairs. "See, now that s'not so bad, is it?" he hummed. He patted her midsection with his stump. "We're gettin' along just fine, and nothin' terrible's happenin'."

"I hardly call this "getting along"," Erica grumbled. She continued burning holes into the floor with her eyes. When they made it to the last step and he didn't release her, she began to get fussy again. "Merle just put me the fuck down. All I can see is the stupid ground!"

"Ah don't know," he laughed, "m' view is pretty damn good." She felt another stroke across her backside and couldn't stop herself from wiggling to get free.

"Ugh!" she cried in disgust. He subdued her squirming with a yank on her stomach. "Just put me down and I'll be good."

He paused in his steps for a moment. "Fine."

She sighed in relief. "Good, now-" Erica yelped as he abruptly let go of her. She rolled ungracefully off of his shoulder, landing on the old floor with a loud thud. Her tailbone took the brunt of her fall and she just barely contained a pained grunt. "You bastard!"

He didn't even turn around to look at her as he marched out the door and toward her truck. "Well, ya said ya wanted down," he shrugged.

She clenched her fists and forced herself to stand up. "I hate you!" she screamed.

He turned around to smirk just as he tossed her bag into the back. "Aw, be careful, ya say that enough 'n ah might jus' start believin' ya," he smiled, giving her a wink before turning around to go to the driver's side.

She squared her shoulders, narrowed her eyes, and sucked in a deep breath. The knife she kept hidden pressed against her skin as a reminder.

She could wait, for now. She would climb into that truck and act like a good girl if it kept her alive. She would become a captive bitch in Merle's psychotic little cage.

But she swore on her life, one thing.

She would kill Merle Dixon.


A/N: Rating will mostly likely change because of future violence, language, and sexual content. I mean, come on, it's Merle. Hope you liked it! Check out my other story, Surviving on Luck.

I have to give a little credit to the movie, the Bounty Hunter. It gave me some of my inspiration.

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