So here's Chapter 4! I'm just starting off, but this won't be typical updating style. Hope you enjoy! Also, this chapter contains rape, and even though it isn't that graphic, I just wanted to warn you. so WARNING RAPE. Review!
The next day, Russia woke up, stretched, then screamed in frustration. Mary had left already to start off the day, but her scream brought somebody to the door. They knocked loudly until she jumped down to open the door. On the other side of the door was Gareth. She tried to slam the door but he put his boot in the way just in time.
"Now, don't you want to see your boytoy again?" She opened the door for him after hearing that. He smirked. "That's what I thought. Let me show you the showers. Mary grabbed some clothes for you too." She then noticed he was holding some clothes. She took them from him, then followed him to the showers. "Here. Don't waste too much time in here. Go to the main courtyard for breakfast when you're done." He disappeared around the corner, so Russia went into one of the shower stalls and undressed, before starting the shower. She scrubbed away the weeks of dirt and filth she had on her from being with Joe and his gang. Even though he'd become an ass in the last day or so of his life, she still missed him. He had been the one to hunt her down and protect her when the outbreak started, while Mary had vanished off the face of the Earth. Russia thought about their family, and by the time she was done with her shower, she had her thoughts figured out and was clean. She slipped into the clothes Gareth had given her, groaning when she realized they were a size too small. The jeans were gray and grungy, while the shirt was a basic dark red vneck tshirt. She slipped her boots on along with her belt, before drying her hair and tousling it with her fingers. It was too short to put up, given it went just to her chin.
Russia walked out of the showers and managed to make her way to the main courtyard. There, she spotted Mary cooking food with another woman. She walked over to them, and they both gave her a greeting.
"So, I hear you're paired up with Gareth." The other woman said, as she handed Mary a bowl.
"Yeah! It's gonna be swell. Who's whore are you?"
"Russia!" Mary scolded her. The other woman seemed unfazed, since she continued to smile.
"Oh I'm too old to be apart of Repopulation."
"I can't assume why..." Mary shot her a look, as she put some slabs of meat on the grill.
"Looks good, doesn't it? I'm Rita, by the way. So how has your stay been so far?" She ignored Rita's question and asked Mary a question of her own.
"When can I see them again?" Rita interrupted.
"See who?" Russia narrowed her eyes at Rita.
"My boyfriend and group." She was impressed it rolled off her tongue so easily. Mary rolled her eyes.
"After breakfast. I have to explain your position more."
"I want to see him now!" Mary pointed her finger at Russia accusingly.
"Russia! You need to eat first. Starving yourself isn't good for the baby!" Rita's eyes widened.
"I-I thought you just came in yesterday? Sorry dear, but I don't believe you can have a ba-"
"I never said I was pregnant. I said I might be. I want to see him, now." Mary exhaled.
"Fine. I'll take you there. Rita, watch the food please?" Rita nodded, while Russia followed Mary back to the railroad car. She took in her surroundings, reminding herself to take note of everything. They got to the closed door of the railroad car, where Mary pushed it open. "Ten minutes. I'll be waiting." She let Russia go inside, before closing the door.
"Great, she's back again." She heard Daryl's voice grumble.
"Thanks.." Rick stepped forward to talk to her.
"Anything?"
"They're messed up in the fucking head, that's what's up."
"What do you mean?"
"They have a whole plan to repopulate the earth. They take any girls that can, and they pair them with a man. So it's like a nice little sick baby factory."
"How did you find that out?"
"Because, I'm paired up with Gareth."
"He hasn't touched you yet, has he?" She shook her head furiously.
"No! The hell if I'll let him anywhere near me like that. They still assume I'm possibly pregnant. I doubt that'll stop him though. As long as I keep up with my lie about Daryl and I, I should be able to keep seeing you here." A man stepped up, and walked up to Rick and Russia.
"Why are we trusting her? I'm just saying. We don't know her, and you told us, Rick, that her brother's group tried to kill you, Carl, Michonne, and Daryl."
"Glenn, she's the only thing we have at the moment. She hasn't betrayed us...We need to get out of here, and she's a big part of that right now."
"So you're suggesting she fuck the leader and get answers?" The soldier guy from yesterday walked forward.
"No! That isn't apart of the plan. I wouldn't put someone in that position. Is that all you have?"
"Yeah...Sorry."
"Alright. Well since you're on our side, you may as well know who's who." He pointed at each person in the car that she didn't know, and by the time Mary opened the door, Russia had a better understanding of their group. Mary looked at her expectantly, so Russia quickly went to Daryl and hugged him again. He did the same, less cautious than he was the day before, and as they embraced, he mumbled something into her hair.
"Don't let that asshole touch ya." She pulled away and gave him a smirk.
"Of course not. I've got my bitch face on." She got out of the car and after Mary closed the sliding door, she walked back to the main courtyard. Rita handed her a plate, which consisted of some vegetables, an apple, and a piece of meat. She ate everything but the meat, opting instead to try and throw it out. As she was about to dump her plate in a garbage can, Mary stopped her.
"What are you doing, Russia? Eat up. You need to stay healthy for Gareth."
"I'm full."
"You are not full! You're lying. Eat the meat! Or I'll inform Gareth of your misbehavior. Take two bites at least." The corner of Russia's mouth twitched as she carefully took two bites from the meat. It tasted odd, and the texture felt smooth and slimey in her mouth. Mary smiled at her and took her plate away. "Good job. Go run along now. I'll find you later." Russia all but sprinted to the bathroom and shoved two fingers down her throat, forcing herself to throw up her breakfast. After throwing it all up, she wiped her mouth and drank water from the sink. Russia walked out and as she did, Gareth pulled her aside.
"Hey." She glared at him.
"What do you want?"
"I came to tell you more about your job around here. Mary said you were troublesome today, so I decided to take you off her hands. Here's a schedule." He handed her a piece of tablet paper, with an entire scheule for her day. "It'll be nice to see you tonight." She bit her lip.
"I don't see how that's necessary, seeing as I'm expecting already."
"Really? You said you might be."
"Well I threw up just a few minutes ago. Care to explain that as anything but morning sickness?"
"You're lying. Mary might be clueless enough to believe you, but I know better. See you tonight."
"What times can I see my boyfriend?"
"It's on that paper. I was nice enough to allow you time. Don't take advantage of it." He walked past her, leaving her to read over the paper. The next time she could see Daryl during the day was in ten minutes. While she waited for the time to past, she decided to go explore the parts of Terminus she hadn't yet seen. Russia wanted to try her luck at getting into 3A again. She made it back to the hallway she'd gotten to the day before, where Tom had stopped her, but this time, she wasn't interrupted. As she went to go to 3A, noises from a door next to her stopped her in her tracks. She peered through the window of the door, before stepping inside. What she found were cages filled with women. They all wore dirty clothes and some were moaning in pain. She walked further into the large room, and some of the women called out to her.
"Hey! Get me out of here!"
"Bitch!"
"Help me!" She ignored their calls, and continued walking, before she stopped in front of one cage. In the back corner of the cage, was a girl huddled in the corner, her tangled, ratty blonde hair covering her face. As the girl heard her footsteps approach the cage, she looked up at Russia.
"Please, leave me alone...I just want to go back to Daryl..." At the mention of Daryl's name, Russia sprung into action.
"Wait..You know Daryl?" The girl nodded, her interest caught as well. "What's your name?"
"...Beth? Who are you?"
"I'm Russia. I came here with Daryl."
"Where is he!? Who else was with you?"
"He's being held in a railroad car with a few others from his old group. We came with Michonne, Rick, and a boy named Carl." Beth stood up and went to the front of her cage to converse more with Russia.
"Are they okay? Did you see a woman named Maggie?" Russia nodded.
"I'm guessing your the Greene sisters?"
"Yes! Who else was there? Do you know any names?" Russia opened her mouth to speak, but the sound of the door slamming stopped her.
"You! What the hell are you doing out of a cage!?" Before Russia could act, she was restrained by two men and shoved into the cage next to Beth's.
"No! I'm with Mary! I'm her-"
"Shut your mouth! Everybody knows Mary. Bitch."
"No! You don't understand! I'm her sister!"
"Mary doesn't have a sister." The men left, so Russia yelled in anger. After she somewhat calmed down, she went to the side of her cage closest to Beth. There, she continued to talk to the girl. They conversed for a little while longer, until Beth fell asleep. Shortly after that, Russia did the same.
A loud banging against the bars of her cage woke Russia up. She opened her eyes to see Gareth standing at the door to her cage.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?" He asked, as he unlocked the door.
"You're dumbfuck men shoved me in here!"
"Why were you near this room in the first place?"
"I don't know! I got lost!"
"You see, you're lucky you're with me. Otherwise, you'd be stuck in this room just like all of these women. Now, let's go. We've got things to do." He dragged her by her arm down the corridors and hallways until they came to another room. This one looked like an office and a bedroom put together. As Russia stepped inside before Gareth, he shoved her forward, causing her to stumble and fall to the floor. Before she could pick herself up, he had straddled her and pinned her hands above her head. "You've pissed me off, Russia. Do you really want to do this the hard way?"
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, harshly kissing her. She bit down on his bottom lip, pulling and drawing blood. He sat up, slapped her across the face, then spit blood on the ground next to her.
"You bitch! I try to be nice, and this is what I get! I'm done playing nice with you!" He dragged her over to the bet, pulled handcuffs from his pocket and then slipped them onto her right wrist, before cuffing the other part onto one of the legs of the bed. He pinned her other hand down as he tore open her shirt, revealing the black bra she had worn for the past week or so. He took that off of her, then set to work on unbuttoning her jeans. She thrashed underneath him, trying to kick him off of her. It didn't work, and all it did was earn her another slap across the face.
"Stop it! Get off of me!"
"Shut up! You could have had it the easy way! But no, you had to be a fucking pain in the ass!" He slid her jeans down, leaving her in her black boyshorts. He pressed another forceful kiss to her mouth, all the while undoing his jeans. She shook her head back and forth.
"Stop! Please! I'm sorry!"
"It's too late!" He slapped her again, anger coursing through him. Russia suddenly stopped, the shock overcoming her. She laid there and stared to the side as he began raping her. After years of protecting herself from other men, and then from Joe's group, she had finally lost. She tried to escape into her thoughts, vaguely aware of the man above her. She talked to herself in her mind, thinking about what this would mean for her. She'd missed her time each month since the outbreak started, given the fact that she'd always had less food than she needed to stay at a healthy body condition. She assumed she couldn't get pregnant unless she ate more and got back to a healthy weight range. She planned it out in her head, and by the time Gareth had finished, she knew everything she needed to do. He made a low noise in his throat, before removing himself from on top of her. In that split second, he seemed to change. He scanned over her body, remorse in his eyes.
"Fuck, oh shit. I'm sorry...I-I'm sorry. Fuck." He got up, redid his jeans, then went to his dresser. He pulled out a shirt, then went to uncuff her. She didn't moved once, even while he took off her torn shirt and slipped that onto her instead. He buttoned her jeans, then made her lean back against the bed. "I...I didn't mean it. Say something!" He slapped her, shocking her out of her comatose state.
"You fucking bastard! You can go to hell! I'll murder you before I did, I hope you remember that!"
"I said I was sorry!"
"You piece of shit! You think saying sorry is going to help anything!? You can go fuck yourself! I'll fucking slaughter you!" At this, the normal Gareth appeared. He dragged her back to her and Mary's room, and while he was there, he slapped her again, then tore the clothes off of her, including her jeans. He left her in her underwear, pulled the sheet from off her bunk, wrapped it around her, then shoved her out the door. He pulled her along outside, to the railroad car. The sun was almost setting as they got to the car. He opened the door, pulled the sheet off of her, then pushed her inside.
"Have a fun night in there, you whore!" He slammed the railroad car door shut, leaving her feeling vulnerable and weak to the people inside. She suddenly felt arms wrap around her as she adjusted to the darkness.
"Oh my...What the hell did he do to you?" She heard Maggie's voice, then another woman was by her also. "Hun, oh no...Sasha, wake up Rick. Get his jacket from him." The woman near her walked away, going over to a resting Rick. She woke Rick up, said a few words to him, and his eyes drifted to where Russia was on the floor in Maggie's embrace. He got up and walked past Sasha, taking off his coat as he did. Maggie got up, but Rick quickly replaced her, helping Russia into the jacket. He zipped it up, then sat down next to her, pulling her to him.
"Russia..." She shrugged him off and walked over to the far back corner of the car, opposite from everyone else. They let her be, until Daryl walked over and sat down next to her. He leaned against the wall of the car, as she stayed huddled up in Rick's jacket.
"You okay, girl?"
"I couldn't stop him...I tried."
"Fuck that then. At least ya tried. Why are ya here?"
"I don't know."
"He didn't even give ya your clothes back, did he?"
"No."
"Girl, I don't know what to say to you. Maggie!" Maggie went over to the two of them and sat on the other side of Russia. "She went through somethin' like this. She'll help ya." Daryl went to talk to Rick, while Maggie put an arm around Russia.
"It was Gareth, wasn't it?" Russia nodded numbly. "The man that attacked our prison, he did the same to me. Didn't actually rape me, but he made it seem like it. Glenn, now he wasn't happy. He thought I'd been raped. The Governor, or the man who attacked us, he took my shirt off, everything but the pants. Brought me into the room where they'd been torturin' Glenn, made him look at me. I was traumatized by the experience for awhile, even though he didn't even touch me. I suppose you had it a lot worse than me though, given it happened."
"He slapped me and took me on the floor."
"He slammed me down on the edge of a table. Gareth wasn't your first, was he?" Russia shook her head.
"No."
"You ain't gonna get pregnant, are you?"
"No. I've missed since this outbreak really got goin'. Never had enough food to stay at a healthy weight. Haven't been eaten much food here either. Threw up my breakfast this mornin'."
"I don't wanna have to tell you this, and my daddy wouldn't have wanted me tellin' ya this, but you gotta keep that up. Eat enough to live, but don't get yourself to a good weight. If they wanna use you for children, you gotta make sure you can't. I know this ain't safe, but it'll keep you safe from that." Russia suddenly wrapped her arms around Maggie's waist, while the other woman hugged her closer. Russia felt a hand stroking her hair, trying to comfort her, as Maggie spoke into her ear. "It's gonna be alright. You're gonna be fine, and we're all gonna get out of this hell. You just gotta find your rock. Find something to keep you fightin'. Got it?" Russia nodded into Maggie's shoulder.
"What was your rock?" She asked in a quiet voice.
"Glenn. I always kept fightin' for Glenn."
As Russia lifted her head to look at the other people in the car, she tried to think of something to be her 'rock'. "Anyways, are you gonna be okay, hun? I'm gonna go talk to Glen." Russia nodded.
"Thank you."
"Not a problem, Russia." Maggie let go of Russia and went to curl up next to Glen, whispering quietly to him. Daryl went back over to Russia to sit by her side.
"You okay?"
"Sort of. I'm still pissed off and slightly in shock."
"Quite the little fighter, Ruskie."
"Did you just call me 'Ruskie'?"
"I heard Joe call ya that once. It stuck with me. Unless ya gotta problem with that?"
"No. It's fine. I like it. It's only been maybe a couple days, and I already miss being called that."
"Then that's what I'll call ya." They stayed silent, till he jabbed her with his elbow to her side. She turned to look at him, curious.
"What?"
"You're gonna get through this, Ruskie, and then you're gonna kick some ass."
"I know, Daryl. I know."
"Make sure that bastard knows just who he's messin' with. You're one tough girl."
There ya go! That was Chapter 4 of Claiming Life or Death. Hope you liked it. I'm sorry if any character seems OOC. I'm not sure how to write as some of them. Anyhow, please review!