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Chapter 4- Bianca's POV

Bianca stood up and brushed the dirt off her body. She was still struggling to get her breath. Damn, he was heavy. Bianca took a closer look at her stalker. He looked to be in his mid thirties. His hair was dark, shaggy, and long. He had the beginnings of a beard. The man was tall, and muscular, yet still on the skinny side. He looked slightly malnourished. There was something strikingly familiar about him but she couldn't place him. Bianca shrugged it off and continued her examination. She searched him for anymore weapons. There wasn't anything hidden in his cut off flannel shirt or his boots, but she did find another knife in the waistband of his loose fitting jeans.

Once She had taken all of his weapons, Bianca began to drag him to the front gate. It wasn't easy. God, he is heavy. It took longer than what she would have liked but she finally got him there. She peered through the fence at the group before her. Calculating her options, she developed a plan. There was no way she was letting these people stay here. Especially not after one of them attacked her.

Bianca quickly tied up the man who had followed her. While she was tying his hands behind his back, his shirt shifted to show a series of scars that crisscrossed his back. Suddenly Bianca was transported back to her own past.

Bianca huddled against the wall. Her father had been drinking again. It was never a good thing. Will Dixon was a violent man when sober, when drunk he only got worse and took it out on his kids. Whimpering quietly, she curled up even more when she saw her dad advancing towards her.

"Ya stupid little slut!" Will yelled. "What do you think you are doing! Ya a worthless piece a shit that's what ya are! I'm gonna teach ya a lesson ya ain't ever gonna forget!"

Bianca screamed as the belt sliced into the flesh on her back. This happened three more times before it suddenly stopped.

"What the hell ya think ya doin' boy? Gonna try and save ya snot nosed whore of a sister?" Will hit Daryl with the belt. Daryl flinched but refused to cry out.

Bianca watched in horror, tears streaming from her big hazel eyes, as her brother's face repeatedly contorted with pain each time the belt hit him. She didn't dare cry out or try to stop her dad from hurting her big brother. She would only get in more trouble and they would both be beaten more. Bianca hiccupped, as her sobs grew stronger. Daryl heard her and looked straight into her eyes. His blue ones filled with so much anguish and pain.

Bianca shook the head and struggled to forget the memory. She had more important things to worry about right now. She quickly finished tying the man's hands together, making sure to ignore his scars. Next she gagged him so that he couldn't make any noise if he woke up before her plan was finished. Bianca grabbed her gun and walked over to the front gate.

"Put your hands up we have you surrounded!" She shouted at the group. "Don't bother going for your weapons. It will only get you shot." She watched as the group started to panic but raised their hands. "Now we will make you a deal. We have one of your men. He is unharmed. We are willing to give him back safe and sound, in exchange you all will leave and never return."

'How do we know you aren't lying?" One of the men shouted. Bianca looked him over quickly. He appeared to be the leader. He was a thin man with dark curly hair in need of a cut. His beard and hair were streaked through with grey.

"You don't. Just like I don't know that you and your people won't come back and attack us. I guess we will both have to make this deal on a little bit of faith." She replied.

"That is asking a lot now a days. Faith isn't something that can be given out freely."

"You are right. It's not. I know that better than most. However, if you want your man back unharmed, you really don't have much of a choice. You are lucky to even be getting him back at all. He followed, and attacked me."

"Damn it, Dixon! Why do you got to do this shit?" The man muttered.

"What did you just say?" Bianca was full out panicking now. Had he really just said Dixon? How in the world did he know her name? Who was this man?

"Excuse me?" The man replied.

"I asked you what the hell you just said. I could have sworn you said Dixon."

"I did."

" How in the fuck, do you know my name?" Bianca shouted.

The man looked confused now. "I don't. I was talking about our man. The one you have captive, Daryl."

"Daryl Dixon?" Bianca was in shock. The man who had attacked her was Daryl? She had put a tranquilizer dart in her own brother. Granted she didn't know it was him at the time, but still. "Well shit." Bianca said to the man. "Things just got really complicated."

"You know Daryl?" The man asked.

"You could say that. It has been a really, really long time since I last saw him, but yes. I am familiar with Daryl."

"How?"

"Look, it's a long story. One you will probably believe more if you hear it from him instead of me, when he wakes up. I am going to let you guys in. Also I lied about you being surrounded. I am the only on here."

"What do you mean by when he wakes up?" the man asked suspiciously.

"I kind of sedated him with a tranquilizer dart when he attacked me. He is unharmed though." I opened the gates for the group and looked them over. "Welcome to Camp New Hope."