In a dark abandoned retail store Samantha huddled behind the till's as hordes of the undead surrounded the shop. Their bloody decomposing hands pounding the windows trying to break in, she could hear the groans and growls from outside as she struggled to hold back the tears. This was it she thought, she was going to die. It was all her friends fault they had abandoned her here, even her boyfriend hadn't made sure she was safe, he had just ran away like a cowardly snake. Her tears turned to anger she had thought he had loved her but clearly not and now she was going to die all because of him!

Crraaccckkk! Samantha's head shot over the counter top and saw a tiny crack in the shop window getting bigger and bigger. It was pitch black and foggy outside but she could count at least twenty zombies pounding the shop window. Bollocks! She thought as she saw the window it wouldn't be long now before the zombies finally broke through and started ripping her limb from limb.

She stared at the crack getting bigger and bigger, suddenly she thought she saw a shadow behind the zombies getting closer and closer. It was too dark to see the persons face but the shadow was defiantly there. All of a sudden zombies started falling like dominoes, one by one the fell. One zombie fell against the glass, its head bust open then it slid down the glass to the floor. She still couldn't make out a face but in no time all of the zombies were dead and the person turned around and left.

Slowly Samantha stood up and walked towards the shop door, she could see all of the dead walkers slumped on the ground.

"Well that was odd" she thought to herself. The man or woman had got to have seen her to have decided to kill all the zombies but why did he just leave.

She decided that she should spend the night in the shop it was safer than walking through the streets at night and then she should move on before more of them notice that she was there. She knew where her friends and 'boyfriend' were heading, although 'boyfriend' was somewhat debatable at this point. She rolled up her coat and put it under her head to see if she can catch a few hours sleep before the long walk she had ahead of her.

Samantha started unblocking the door and made her exit from the shop taking her bag of supplies she had scavenged with her. She knew where her boyfriend and friends were going to so she thought she would see if she could try and catch up with them. Samantha started to get irritable and angry as she stumbled in her stupidly high heels and the bag that kept falling off her shoulder, she growled and slung it back over her shoulder and wiped her hair out of her face. She cursed her boyfriend in her head, called him all the names under the sun she wasn't meant for survival out here she had relied on her boyfriend she had trusted him with her life and now she realised what a huge mistake that had been.

Suddenly a rumbling sounded behind her, it started off quite but then louder and louder she turned around and saw a truck driving towards her, she stuck her hand out hopefully, hoping that they would help her out and give her a lift. The truck screeched to a halt and a couple of men jumped out. Both were tall over six feet towering over her small frame and had large beer bellies. Samantha instantly regretted her decision once she saw their evil eyes and menacing faces. They smirked with malice at her like all of their Christmases had come at once.

"Oooo look what we've got here Dave, a scared helpless little bunny in distress" He mocked to his mate slowly closing in on the terrified Samantha.
"I know, well Mrs what are you going to do for us, for us saving you"

"I, I don't need saving I'm fine, just get back in your truck and go, it doesn't matter" She stuttered trying to sound brave.

One of the men put his hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah but you see we've stopped now and your too much of a good opportunity to pass, we want payment for stopping"

"I, I have a bag of supplies, that's all I've got, take it and leave" She said sternly but her voice was shaking.

"I'm not sure that's ALL you've got" one of the men smirked running a finger down the middle of her chest in between her breasts to the waist line of her trousers.

"Please, please just take the bag and go" she stuttered terrified beginning to back up but the other man grabbed hold of her wrist.

"What do you think, should we let her go?"
"Not in a million years mate, first bit of fun we've had for ages" Suddenly one of the men wrestled her and pinned her to the ground.

Samantha screamed and struggled with all her might, her hand got free and she managed to smack one him round the face.
"Oi pin her arms down will you, like a wild mare this crazy bitch" His mate knelt down and pinned her wrists down, she screamed and tried to kick but the weight of the overweight man was too much to be able to move. He grabbed the V-neck of her top and pulled it, ripping a huge split down the middle exposing her large tanned breasts heaving with fear.

Her eyes went wide with fear as he started fiddling with the zip on his jeans as he was straddled over her, suddenly Samantha's face and chest was sprayed with blood she screamed at the top of her lungs as she saw her rapists head splinter and he was knocked brutally to the side off of her and onto the floor like a sack of spuds.

"Well looks like we meet again Doll, anymore and I'll have to start charging for saving your life" A deep vibrating voice sounded as she franticly wiped the blood away from her face, she looked up and saw an arrogant smirk staring down at her holding out a hand to help her up.

Samantha took his hand and he lifted her up off the ground, she grabbed both sides of her shirt with one hand trying to keep the rip closed trying to conceal her dignity.
"Here take his" The man offered pulling off his leather jacket and wrapping it round her.

"Thank you" she stuttered whispering.

"Negan's the name and this is Lucille" He said holding up the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, Samantha's eyes went wide with fear, Negan laughed. "Don't worry she don't bite, well not until I tell her to" She put on the leather jacket and wrapped it around her body.

"Fucking rapists they want wiping out" He growled "So where ya heading?" He asked kindly.

"I was heading down west, I got abandoned by my boyfriend so I need to catch up with him" Negan smiled wide and gave a small laugh.
"So you're going back to the man who left you for dead?" Samantha stopped for a moment and thought, it sounded so stupid when someone summed it up like that.

"I, I don't know, I don't know what to do anymore" She said trying not to sob.

"Well ya know you could join me and the saviours, you'll have to earn your keep, household jobs all that shit but you'll be safe, everyone looks after each other and I can promise you nothing like this shit will happen to you again" He offered, he knew she wasn't meant for survival out here, in the sanctuary she would be helpful doing housework and cooking it would be a shame to let her die.

"I, I don't know"
"Look you can leave whenever you like, no one's forced to do anything against their will, come back with me and see what you think if you don't like it you can leave"
"Ok" she smiled "Let's do this"

She couldn't believe she was trusting this man, she couldn't believe she was getting into a van with a man who carried a baseball bat a man she hardly knew who was going to take her to god knows where and she trusting him with her life . It was insane! But somehow she felt safe with him; she knew he would look after her.

Samantha fell asleep in the black truck in the front passenger seat, all of the emotional turmoil from her attack had really taken it out on her and she fell asleep with exhaustion straight away. Negan tried to keep his eyes on the road as they drove back to the sanctuary but his eyes wondered to the sleeping beauty next to him. During her slumber she had let her grip of the leather jacket and it had opened up to show the rip in her top and her exposed breasts beneath. His eyes scanned her sensuous ample curves how he would love to run his hands over them; he scanned her plump red lips he thought about them wrapped around his hard cock and the long curly red hair he'd love to hand his hands wrapped in that hair tightly as he took her from behind. This was going to be fun she was the best thing he'd brought back from a scavenge in ages.