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He awoke the next morning to a scream. Not just any scream, but an ear-shattering, heart-stopping wail that found itself to be all too similar to what a lil blonde girl's shriek could be.
Instantly jolting awake, Daryl looked around wildly from where he had been sleeping for the night. It was early dawn already. The sky was a pale mixture of light gray and baby blue by now and the air was heavy, hot an' muggy with so much moisture in it you could practically drown just by breathing it in. A thick layer of fog lay across the forest floor as well, so thick and heavy he couldn't even see the faintest slight bit of the leaves and dirt that beheld his girl's tracks from the day before. However, by the sound of that scream, he knew he wouldn't be needing those.
Quickly, he untied himself from the wide oak before scaling his way down the trunk at lightning fast speed before making contact with the fog that came up to 'im waist deep. He whipped out his crossbow and scanned the area like he did when searching for his prey: 360 field of vision, cautious and alert. He turned completely in a circle while straining his ears desperately for any noise that could lead 'im to the blonde from yesterday. However, that was proven quite difficult due to the insidious and obnoxious crickets, frogs and birds that found themselves invading the redneck's ears like the plague one after the other.
That was when she finally let out another heart-wrenching scream, though. One so loud and animalistic it sent crows flying from the treetops overhead.
Bingo.
Daryl sprinted forward, crossbow pointed out and ready, as he trudged through the thickening white fog that engulfed the entire lower part of his body within the direction that the bird's had retreated from. He found 'imself hoping it was walker's as he grew closer and closer to her wails and cries. Hopin, prayin' that those fuckin' monsters that had gotten to'er once hadn't latched onto 'er again like the fuckin' sickos he knew they were.
Sadly, however, his prayers went unheard.
Per usual.
He found himself arriving at small clearing in the trees where three men- all heavily armed- were cornering the girl he had been tracking against since yesterday against a tree. They were the pieces of shit he expected them to be, that was for sure. The one had to be at least 6'4, 230 lbs. and packin' enough steel to run 'is own fuckin' tycoon. He was quite the "friendly" lookin' thing too. With long, curly brown locks pulled into a sweaty ponytail with a matching beard, a stained gray wife-beater and torn up blue jeans he looked like one of those sick fucks you'd see on the news for touchin' preschoolers. His two friends, though, looked a bit younger. The first was probably a bit shorter than Daryl hisself, a lanky lookin' loser with short brown curls and a gap between his two front teeth. His counterpart, nonetheless, was no taller than Daryl 'imself, stacked a bit of muscle from what he could tell and had a bit of a "bad-ass New Yorker" type-a look to 'im.
All pieces of shit. He thought furiously, ducking behind one of the trees along the clearing as he patiently awaited his time to shine.
"Damn, are we happy to'a found you again, lil lady." The "friendly" one taunted, drawing himself closer to the petrified blonde.
Peering around the thick trunk, Daryl watched as the gorgeous little vixen backed herself up into the tree and the three began to close in on her with eyes of hunger. She was trembling all over by now and was covered in mud and dirt that soaked her all the way through her thin layer of clothing to the skin. By this he knew they must've been chasing her around since before dawn, cursing himself for not arriving earlier.
"Aw, yes, sir-ee." The gap-toothed one spoke, his gaze raking over her as if she was the single most tantalizing thing he'd ever seen on this entire earth. "What you think, Dave? You think she miss us too?" He laughed.
"I dunno Randall." The "bad-ass New Yorker", Dave apparently, spoke as he licked his lips, "She seems kinda unhappy to me. Kinda nervous." He observed, drawin' a hand forward so that he could stroke one of the pale blonde curls at the end of her hair, receiving an indignant shoulder from the girl as she quickly pulled away from him.
"Aw...Don't be shy, sweetheart. No need to worry, we're all gonna get real used to each other real fast." The largest one spoke as he shifted closer to her and took her tiny face into his palm, trying to snatch her chin to force her to look directly at him- however she simply kept pulling away while squeezing her eyes shut.
"Careful, Mike. You saw what she did to Tony last time. Practically gauged out the poor sunuva bitch's eye." Randall warned, his fingers already starting to work on his belt's buckle.
The "friendly" one, also apparently Mike, let out a snicker and forcefully yanked her head straight to face him and her eyes flew open to meet his, "Aw, no. She won't do that to me guys. I think she likes me more than she did Tony. Ain't that right, baby?" He cooed, rubbing her bruised cheek with his thumb. Nonetheless, the tiny blonde didn't respond well to that. At the sound of his teasing words she spit on him- right in the eye too- and caused him to release her jaw roughly enough to which Daryl was sure he coulda fuckin' dislocated it. "What did I tell you 'bout bein' nice, you little bitch?" Mike snarled, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her shirt to pull her tiny body up onto her shoeless tiptoes before slamming his mouth into hers.
Daryl felt 'imself growin' sick as the torture ensued in front of him. He knew he had to do somethin' by now. Couldn't just stand and there an' watch them do this to this lil girl. He knew he had to wait for his chance though. If he ran out there with just a crossbow and a hero-complex he'd be blown to pieces 'fore he could get within ten feet of em'.
"Ow! Lil' bitch fuckin' bit me!" The brute yowled as his hand shot up from the girl's shirt to his own mouth, grasping at the bleeding lip he now adorned. Daryl watched in horror as she tried to make a run for it then, seeing a small opening of hope as the largest of the group was distracted with his new found injury. Sadly, however, she didn't make it too far.
Dave, the defacto ringleader it seemed, whipped out a handgun and fired a round into the girl's leg and instantly brought her to the ground before taking a few strides to catch up with her tiny fallen body. The scream of absolute pain that erupted from the girl's lungs practically broke his heart- and it took a lot to break a Dixon's heart. Really, it did. Shit man, kill his favorite dog? Fuck that hound, was loud as hell anyways. Maybe kill his mama? Sh'was an annoying, good-fer-nothin' bitch n'ways. Hell, even drive 'is favorite pick-up into a murky swamp and you didn't even come close to jerkin' a tear. But tear up a little girl? Bind 'er, cut 'er, hunt 'er down like a fuckin' animal and try to rape 'er in the open without a care in the world? You may have just hit'a soft spot. Least for the youngest of the Dixon brother's it was one. Who couldn't look at the sight displayed in front of him without gettin' a broken heart and a twisted gut? He scoffed, realizing that the fucked up monsters who did this to her didn't. Hell, they got a hard on from it.
He watched uneasily as Dave looked down at her writhing form with with squinted eyes before nailing her hard in the side with his foot, practically sending her a foot an' a half away from her original position. This time, though, only a small whimper of fear and pain came from her, thus eliciting a large, guttural wave of laughter from the three men from behind her.
"Ain't so tough now are ya', sweetheart?" Dave chuckled, kneeling down behind the girl as he licked his lips and cracked his knuckles, "Now let's see what ya' got in store for u-"
"We gotta a biter, guys." Randall suddenly interrupted, pointing at a lone walker that was limping weakly towards the hidden figure of Daryl. Feeling his breath hitch and muscles tighten as it grew closer, he readied his bow as the snarling creature grew closer with outstretched arms while preparing for the gunfire that would ensure shortly after in his direction once he was given away.
However, much to his own satisfaction he heard the three men engage in a short verbal confrontation before Randall shot the reaking thing dead at the hunter's feet.
Perfect.
Smiling to himself, Daryl eyed the unmoving corpse before switching his attention back to the altercation in the clearing with his lil blondie.
"C'mon now! Don't be so shy, we just wanna see how pretty you are." Dave cooed to the girl, slowly sliding the tight, torn jeans down the tiny girl's legs to reveal a small pair of laced white undies. "Aw man, and you didn't wanna share this?"
Daryl winced as he heard the muffled sound of the girl sobbing softly into the dirt, weakly trying to throw the much larger man from atop of her as he tossed her jeans to the side with a wicked chuckle. He disgustedly watched as Dave pulled a hunting knife from his belt loop and twirled it around between his thumb and index finger before he looked over to Randall, "Here, little man. You do the honors." He told him with a devious, crooked smile before tossing him the well-sharpened knife.
Randall's eyes lit up like Christmas lights as he caught the hunter's tool mid-air and Dave stood up to give the youngest member the seat at the girl's rear. Practically giggling like a child as he took the spot, Randall used the glistening weapon to cut his way through the girl's shirt, eliciting another high-pitched shriek as he purposefully pushed the tip far enough into her to also break skin. Once he reached the end of her tattered top, he quickly pulled it from beneath her and tossed it to the side into a messy pile with her jeans.
"Oh my..." Mike and Dave both almost moaned as Randall fastened his hands around the girl's waist to lift her up into their view, now as she only adorned a pair of thin lace panties.
"Man, that's too fuckin' nice." Mike growled, shifting his body so that he stood directly in front of the barely conscious blonde, "Can't wait to-"
Whoosh.
The sound of Daryl's arrow barely made a noise as it connected with the back of the brute's neck, instantaneously causing his limp body to crumple lifelessly to the ground. Quickly tossing his bow to his feet to enable a more speedy escape, he snatched up the walker corpse at his feet and held it in front of him, unsheathing his hunting knife before charging out into the clearing where the final two beast's stood awaiting to be slain.
The sounds of gunshots rang in his ears and he peered around the body of his meat shield to see Randall dropping the girl to the ground, only to freeze in absolute fear. Completely unarmed.
Pussy ass bastard.
Instinctively, Daryl swiftly flung the knife in Dave's direction, smirking with pleasure as the sharpened blade penetrated the sicko's shoulder as lightning fast speed and sent him to the ground with a 'thud', then simply pushed the corpse onto Randall and watched as the two fell to the ground in a motionless pile of worthless limbs.
Finally, he was able to stoop down and quickly but carefully scoop the half-naked beauty into his arms, doing his best to be gentle as possible. "It's all good, girl." He reassured her quietly while he shifted onto one knee and pulled himself up so that he could stand with her steadily clutched against his chest. He thanked god that she was so light. Like carryin' around a newborn baby. He thought, swallowing hard.
He tightened his clutch around her tiny body, shifting all of her weight to one arm as he dipped down to snatch his bow from the ground, flinging it carelessly over his shoulder before readjusting her into a more comfortable position until finally bolting into the forest in the direction that they had came earlier the day before. Maybe they didn't arrive together, but they sure as hell were now leaving together.
He just kept runnin'. Haulin' ass as if there were no tomorrow or yesterday. He wasn't even lookin' back to see if Randall or Dave had gotten up to pursue them by now, though he sure as hell knew the sunuva bitch Mike wouldn't be. Not anytime soon, not never. He made sure of that.
As he carried the practically nude beauty through the forest while agilely maneuvering around any obstacles such as low-hanging branches, overturned rocks, hollowed out logs and hell, even some walker corpses, he couldn't help but have the painful flashbacks of the sickening occurrences that happened only moments ago scintillating nauseatingly through his mind. From the girls deafening screams, to her tiny, muffled sobs he couldn't decide what was worse. If he simply thought that having to watch that vile incident was so hard and painful to do, he'd absolutely hate having to endure it firsthand. He couldn't even imagine what this poor little girl was going through by now. Between the fear, the shock and the complete and utter agony he wasn't even sure how she was still alive. Most girl's in her condition wouldn'ta been able to even move after getting shot in the leg and beat up by a bunch'a sickos in the woods- let alone after being undressed by em' all and nearly raped. He was quite impressed that she still fought back the way she did even after her extensive injuries. Kickin', screamin', spittin' and hell, even tryna claw at some of them motherfuckers. It was damn near applaud-worthy if'e said so 'imself.
After running for what felt a good forty minutes or so, Daryl began to slow his pace to a light jog as his entire body was already startin' to beg for at least a quick drink of something cool. Anything at this point sounded like the perfect drink- even some fruity white girl drink that couldn't get a newborn baby tipsy. Especially with how dry and scratchy his eyes and throat were by now and how his lungs burned a raging hellfire, practically begging for the sweet release of a cool, refreshing liquid- or god the way every single muscle in his entire body screeched and ached for any type of relaxation even if only for a couple moments.
He knew, regrettably, that this girl was taking a harsh toll on his body for over the past two days. Between trackin' 'er down for four fuckin' miles, leavin' behind a deer on her behalf, gettin' shot at by a bunch of loony rapists and carryin' her high speed through the woods for almost an hour he couldn't decide what took the most out of him by then. 'Cause christ almighty did he want nothing more than to lay down in the quarry back at camp and let the cool, clear water wash over his body like a five star Jacuzzi.
"Yer a fuckin' fag, Dixon." He muttered to 'imself as he finally came to a resting stop, shifting the unconscious girl in his arms into a slightly more comfortable position before raking his eyes across the vast landscape of towering trees, overgrown brush and bushes, fallen logs and overturned rocks numerous times before his eyes finally caught it.
A small, rundown hunting shack that couldn't be bigger than a shed that sat unevenly between two large, rotting pine trees which hung just as low as the shabby house amid them.
Smirking to himself at the welcome sight, he tightened his grip around the frail girl in his arms before mustering up one more rapid burst of strengthening speed that brought him all the way to the rickety wooden stairs of the decaying cabin. He peered through the murky windows, scanning the small wooden cube with caution before he could confirm seeing nothing but an assortment of empty whiskey bottles and numerous old rags and newspapers strewn messily across the floor caked with mud and animal blood.
Let's hope that's what that blood is. He thought uneasily before shifting all of the girl's weight to his right arm to twist the loose knob of the wooden door which hung loosely from the frame of which was supposed to be supporting it. It opened creakily, causing the youngest Dixon brother to wince at the noise before ushering himself inside quickly after closing the obnoxious entry behind him. Hurriedly, he carried the girl over to a tattered, stained sheet that was laid across the floor in the right corner of the shifting shack and carefully set her down amongst it with hands so gentle it practically made 'im insult 'imself again.
Shaking his head, he gazed down at the comatose beauty with exhausted eyes before tenderly starting to see to her wounds, feeling his stomach twisting and turning as he analyzed her new ones that danced fresh and brutal alongside her older ones. From the fresh bullet wound in her lower right calf, to the harsh bruising that lined the entire right side of her ribcage he could barely stand to look at them- especially when combined with all of the less-ripe injuries her tiny body adorned. Nevertheless though, he regrettably found his eyes wandering along her more appealing features- the ones he was sure she adorned long before the more gruesome ones he had previously observed...
From her long, gorgeous pale curly locks that were by now all twisted and matted with blood, to 'er face; small, doll-like, drop-dead gorgeous and was laying sideways upon one of her frail arms while she was laid flat on her back with the entirety of her porcelain nude body exposed to him like some sick porno. And god damn her breasts, so small an' cute- probably only about 32 B's, could be bigger...could be smaller, kind of fucked up to think about when he really delved into it- shone to him with perfect, little pink nipples that looked softer than down on a baby chick. Below those godly little things her petite figure eyed him like a hawk; ribs just barely visible from her being so damn tiny, the perfect swell of her minuscule hips, the entirety of her torso that he was far more than positive he could wrap both his arms around at least twice just boring into him all at once. He then found himself realizing what he was doing, registering how fucked up it was, and didn't dare to dive into thought of laid below those puny little hips.
With this thought he knew it was gonna be a long damn night.
