Not just walkers.

This chapter is just going to be about May Farrell before she meets the walking dead characters.

(i don't own the walking dead or any of its characters.)

p.s. it might me a Daryl/oc i'm not sure yet.

The walking dead aren't the only things trying to kill me anymore; people are desperate and brutal now.

I'm May Farrell, when the apocalypse started a man promised to take me to his camp and keep me alive, he did take me to his camp but I don't know how much longer I will be alive. Him and everyone at the camp have tortured me and shamed me, I'm only 17, I was a virgin before I came here, but know I'm dirty, disgusting and spoilt, well that's what I'm told.

Right now I'm in the dark, damp room that I've been kept in for ages now, I've given up escaping, my hands are bound together but I'm too weak to run away. I just hope I die soon and God will let me go to heaven.

I crawl over to the only window in the room and I look out and see the orange sun rise and for one moment my life feels calm and safe, but that is all disturbed by the sound of two men outside the door, I can just about hear what they're saying. 'I'm telling you man I saw some people.'

'I don't care what you saw; they will just steal our supplies if they know about us.'

'I don't think they would though'

'I don't care what you think; just make sure everyone is on watch.'

'I'm gonna deal with May.' Then Derick, the man that promised to help me slammed open the door and walked up to me holding a beer in his hand. "Good morning beautiful." I didn't say anything I just stared into his soulless eyes. "You better answer me, you little whore."

"Yes Derick." I said and he calmed down a little.

"Good girl, now how about some food, then we're gonna go on a trip."

"Where to?"

"Did I say you could question me?!" she said shouting and throwing the beer at the wall.

"No sorry, please Derick."

"Okay, here eat this princess." He said shoving a tin with a spoon in towards my hands, I carefully held it but with my wrists bound it was difficult.

"But my hands Derick." He did respond and walked away. Then I carefully drank from the tin even though the sharp edge was cutting my lip. After I was done, two other guys grabbed and gagged me, and then they threw me in the back of a truck and drove into the woods.

We got there and they pulled me out the truck into the mud, they made get up and they dragged me deep into the forest. "Please, what are we doing?"

"See darling, we have decided you are just a waste of time now, a waste of food." Said Derick leading everyone one deeper into the woods. "Right here will do a nice open space."

Then the two guys pushed me up against a tree and tied me up to it. "Right I think before we let you go baby, we'll give you a farewell gift." He put his arm around his son, Michael, a skinny, sleezy boy, only a year older than me. "Son, she's all yours." Derick pushed Michael towards me and walked away with the others. I knew what Michael was going to do to me but I had no choice, I never did. "Hi May, I always thought you were so beautiful and sexy." He said kissing my neck whilst his hands crept up the oversized shirt I had on, "I know you want it, you're a slut." I wanted to cry to scream but he carried on his hands in my underwear rubbing me, then he unzipped his jeans and raped me. It hurt so much and she was grabbing my arms so tight I could see bruises already appearing. Then when he had finished he pulled out his knife, "Michel what are you doing."

"I think you should be labelled." He said and he unbuttoned my shirt, and pushed the tip of the knife in my stomach, slowly writing whore whilst blood ran down my stomach and then down my legs. I screamed the pain being unbearable, he finished his 'labelling' and buttoned up my shirt and walked off.

He left me to be eaten by walkers.