Wandering.
That was almost all she had known for so long, painfully long. The apocalypse struck and she ran, as far as she could go.
Running.
That was the other thing she knew, and that was begrudgingly. In between running all the time and having little to no food, Rebecca was dying. Literally. She was skin and bones, ribs showing and all.
But I suppose that's what the apocalypse does to you, right? So when a biker gang offered to pick her up and give her everything she wanted- new clothes, food, water- she happily agreed to go with them. Maybe she was delirious from no food, and it wouldn't surprise her. Going with men she didn't know was a mistake. But after a year of the dead walking, Rebecca didn't think anything could be worse than putting her friends down before they could tear into her.
When they arrived at the garage, Rebecca was given a place to sit and recoup.
"Claimed," Billy said after a moment. They all stopped and looked at him, then to the woman who was scarfing down some pinto beans.
"Billy, that ain't right." Said Joe, frowning. But the others seemed on-board for a show, and he was outnumbered. "Fine."
After a few days of staying with the Claimers, Billy made his move. Rebecca was writing something in a notebook and he walked over, nudging it out of her hands.
One thing led to another and she lay on the ground, bawling as he tried to work her belt off. She had been screaming and crying for help, but none of them did.
Then there was a loud bang as the door swung open, hitting the wall. "excuse me! Did I walk in on something?" A man yelled, unfamiliar, as he approached the scene. "What were you doing to this little lady here, hmm?" He asked Billy.
Of course, the Claimers didn't know the Saviors. So Billy didn't know what was wrong. "Just gettin' what she owes me for that can of beans, man."
"Huh. As far as I'm concerned, rape is a bad, BAD thing to do! Isn't that right, Dwight?"
A man with shaggy blonde hair nodded and the brunette grinned, almost maliciously as he took of his leather jacket and handed it to Rebecca. "Here darling, put this on. You're gonna wanna keep that pretty chest of yours clean."
As Rebecca was scrambling away to put the jacket on, Billy was kicked to the ground, and without a second thought, the stranger crashed a baseball bat covered in barbed wire into his skull. It was brutal, and blood splattered across Rebecca's face as she watched in horror. The jacket was zipped up, easily too big for her small, underfed frame. The stranger took the liberty of a few more swings before walking over to Joe. "What the hell man, why did you let that happen?"
"I- its how it works here. He claimed her."
"CLAIMED?" The stranger roared with laughter before turning in an instant and shoving Joe against the wall by the neck. "Women are not property. Just for what I happened to hear on yhis lovely run of mine, you'll just have to give me something for the trouble."
"Take the girl, then." Joe wheezed.
"Oh, I already am. I want something property wise... how about this bike?" He asked as he dropped Joe from the hold and ran his finger tips over the gas tank.
"No, you can't. That's the only one we have."
The stranger stopped in his tracks and looked back at Joe, slowly raised his bat to point it at Joe's face. "This is Lucille... she's badass, and I will NOT hesitate to punish those that don't listen to what I say!" He snapped, watching blood and brains drip off of the bat like they had been for a few minutes or so.
"F-fine! Take it and go!" Joe stammered, and the stranger grinned as he walked back over to Rebecca.
"Alright sweetcheeks, we gotta go." He offered a hand to her and helped her back up before looking to Joe. "Don't forget, it was Negan that turned your friend here into a corpse." He said, before leading her, Dwight and one other out with the bike. When they got outside they found that there were plenty more people than that. An RV was parked there with men unloading tons of canned goods into different cars.
Negan looked at Rebecca. "I'm real sorry that jackass tried that. But aren't you glad the Big Bad came to save the day?" He asked, a predatory smile spreading across his lips. She shrunk away from him, saying nothing. He sighed and stopped smiling. His white shirt was drenched in Billy's blood, but he didn't seem to care. "Look, where we're goin' is safe. That won't happen again, I promise ya. Now do me a favor and hop in the RV, alright? I've got places to go."
Rebecca listened, walking over to the RV and stepping in. It was well kept for an apocalyptic vehicle, she noticed. She sat on the couch and watched Dwight climb into the drivers seat and start the engine. No sooner than they began to drive, she heard the motorcycle start.
Maybe she was done running. Maybe she was done wandering.