Naomi was sweating, pissed off and blindfolded. The circumstances couldn't have been any worse. They had searched her and taken her gun, her knife was forgotton about at the store.
An unconscious Daryl was dragged out the back of the store, they tied him up and threw him in the bed of the truck.
Naomi however, wasn't unconcious and put up a fight. When they brought her outside the first thing she did was try to yell Rick's name as loud as she could. She recieved a punch to the face as soon as she opened her mouth, by the same man who tackeled her to the ground.
Naomi found out his name was George. The other two men were Skylar and Tyler.
She really hated George.
They blindfolded her and stuck her in the front seat of the truck with them.
Naomi couldn't stop thinking about their camp. How many people were there? How far away was it?
"Ya best untie me if ya know whats best for ya! Fucking pieces of shit! I'm gonna kick your teeth in so hard yer mom is gonna feel it!"
Clearly Daryl was conscious again, he moved around in the truck as much as he could and banged his body against it.
"We should have gagged them in the store.. then maybe this ones face wouldn't be battered and bloody." one of the guys said.
Whoever was driving slammed on the breaks and Naomi heard Daryl's body lurch forward and hit the truck. He cursed and spit.
"You're gonna shut up if you know what's good for you, or your girlfriend is going to be beat bloody on account of you, and you'll watch."
Naomi knew George had said that. She could even feel the creepy smile plastered on his face.
Daryl didn't speak anymore after that but she heard him as he fumbled to get out of his binds.
Naomi tried to memorize the turns they took and count how many minutes they were away from where they had been, but whoever was driving swerved too much for her to remember exactly which way they turned and she lost count of the minutes.
They were going to die because of these people. Rick would never find them. Naomi found herself wishing she'd been nicer to Carl, maybe they could have been friends if they weren't both such stubborn assholes.
The truck finally came to a halt and Naomi's blindfold was ripped off. George grabbed her shoulder forcefully and yanked her out of the truck. It took Skyler and Tyler both to get a pissed off Daryl out of the bed of the truck.
Daryl head butted Skyler (it could have been Tyler, Naomi didn't know or care) and have him a bloody nose, it even looked like he had broken it.
"Just knock him the fuck out again!" Tyler said holding Daryl from the back, grasping his tied up arms.
Daryl pushed back with all his might and sent himself and Tyler to the ground. Daryl had managed to get his hands untied and grabbed a knife from the front of his pants, he stabbed behind him and his knife planted itself right in Tyler's hand.
Tyler screamed, his voice full of agony.
Naomi heard the cock of a gun next to her head. "You're going to cooperate or I'll blow her fucking brains out."
Daryl looked at him, his eyes full of anger. The expression on his face seemed like he didn't care if she lived or died. But he cut the shit all the same.
"Get the fuck up, Tyler. And pull that knife out of your hand before I put it in your heart." George took Naomi and pushed her forward.
They were at a run down car garage, it had graffiti on it that read, "There is only one hell, the one we live in now."
When they entered the garage, it was empty. Naomi figured that their group was out on a run or hunting, but Daryl and her sat in silence for hours and nobody came.
When the three men were eating at their table in the middle of the garage, Naomi chanced speaking to Daryl.
"Do you think Rick will come for us?"
Daryl looked at her with annoyance but it quickly changed to a look of understanding.
"There's no doubt in my mind that Rick'll try to find us." Naomi smiled but Daryl continued to speak, "Rick ain't gonna find us though. He wouldn't know where to look, we were in an unknown area."
Naomi's smile vanished and she started crying. She didn't care that she was crying in front of Daryl. She didn't care about anything. In that moment all she wished for was to be with Carl, doing her gun training. She could deal with hearing him bitch one more time about how awful her aim is.
After another hour had passed, George walked over to Daryl and her. "Now that I'm nice and full I think I'm ready for some fun."
Daryl growled in the back of his throat. "You touch her and I swear I'll-" "You'll what? Sit there like a little bitch and watch as I caress her body?" George grabbed Naomi by the hair then, and she sucked in her breath. "As I kiss her soft lips." He went to move closer, his face mere inches from hers. "As I fuck her until she wants me to fuck her harder."
Naomi spit in his face then and Daryl threw himself at the man, sending him toppling to the ground.
George rolled away from Daryl and then stood up and kicked him in the face.
"You're going to learn you stupid fucking redneck." George said as he kicked Daryl in the stomach.
Naomi flinched as she heard the strained cries escape Daryl's lips.
"I'm going to tie you to a chair and make you watch," George kicked him once more and Daryl spit up blood. "And you'll die knowing she's suffering and there's nothing you could have done."
George took a step towards her and then stopped.
"Sleep well," he smiled mischievously. "Tomorrow will be a fun day for us all."
George walked away and Naomi started to cry again. Daryl muttered to her that everything would be alright and not to worry, but Naomi didn't believe him. She leaned against Daryl and cried until she gave into sleep.
