MPOV

I heard the scream first, followed by Carl's feet running down the stairs. He threw himself into the room looking at Glenn with wide eyes.

"Something's wrong with Vickie." he told us.

Lori and Rick were somewhere else. Daryl and T-Dog were clearing the bodies out of the yard. Dad was still out cold. Carol was doing God knows what. It was just Beth, Glenn, Carl, and myself.

"No! Get off! No, no, no!" Vickie was sceaming up stairs, her voice full of fear and panic.

"Beth stay here." I stood and ran up towards Vickie's room. "Glenn go find Lori, or Rick. Or someone!" I yelled as I neared her room.

She sat in the corner rubbing her body, scratching at her skin. Her eyes were wide, her skin pale. She looked terrified.

"Vickie?" I moved to her and she looked up at me, silently begging me to help. I knelt in front of her as she kept rubbing at her skin. "What's wrong? What is it?"

"Hands. His hands. Mouth, tonuge, teeth, his... his..." her eyes grew wider as she cried. "Everywhere."

I looked at her skin, seeing some blood from where she had scratched herself. But underneath I saw scars, lots of them.

"What happened to you?" I slowly reached towards her, and she let me. I lifted her shirt slightly where I found more scars. "What did this too you?"

LPOV

Rick and I stood together, looking down at the yard as Daryl and T-Dog worked at moving a few bodies. We were in the process of talking about... well everything but us honestly.

Suddenly Glenn burst through the doors, looking at us the same way he had looked when they had found Vickie... without a word I rushed inside. I ran down stairs and through the cell block, up stairs and into Vickie's room. Maggie was kneeling by her, tears running down Vickie's cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"She started screaming. I don't know what happened, I just found her sitting here rubbing and scratching her body like she had bugs under her skin." Maggie looked up at me.

"Hands. Hands." Vickie cried, looking down at her body with fear. "I can feel."

"What's goin' on?" I turned to see Rick standing behind me, but it was Daryl who spoke.

Maggie stood and blocked everyone's view of Vickie. "I need to talk to Lori, privately." she told them.

When they didn't move I stepped up. "We'll be fine. You can check on her after. We just need some space." I told them as I closed the gate. They reluctantly walked away, Daryl the last to leave.

Looking back at Maggie she gestured for me to follow. She knelt by Vickie who flinched at first before relaxing, looking up at me begging for help.

"You should see this." Maggie lifted Vickie's shirt and I gasped.

She was covered with long and deep scars. They ran all along her skin, each one looking as if it had caused a lot of pain. Her chest and stomach covered, her sides, the insides of her arms, I wondered if there were more.

"What happened?" I sat on the bed.

Vickie threw herself in my arms, tears streaming down her face. "Men. Hands. All over." I held her to me as she cried.

VPOV

I sobbed against Lori as she held me. I tried to speak so they would understand, but I couldn't form words properly. I was getting frustrated with myself as I kept trying and failing to make sense.

The faces were imprinted in my mind, like scars in my memory. They hurt, and they were ugly. I could feel them touch me, their eyes scan my body.

"Vickie, you need to calm down." Lori soothed, rubbing my back. "Relax."

I shook my head, pulling away. "Hands. Knife." I reached behind me and grabbed my knife from it's sheath. I showed them what I meant, pretending to slice my stomach where the scars were, but not actually touching my skin. "Evil man."

"Evil man?" Maggie asked, still sitting. "Like the man in the tombs?"

I nodded frantically, trying to think of a word that would help them understand. That's when my eyes landed on the wall of names. "Shane." I turned to Lori. "Evil Shane."

Her eyes went wide and I knew she understood. "Evil like Shane?" I nodded. "They-" she choked on the word and that's all I needed to hear in order to know she knew. I sighed and let myself cry as she pulled me into her arms. "Oh, my baby girl. You're safe. You're okay."

DPOV

I paced down stairs, waiting for Lori and Maggie to tell us we could go check on Vickie. It felt like it had been hours since they kicked us out, but I was sure it had only been half an hour or so.

Suddenly the door to the cell room opened and Maggie came out. She walked down the stairs, heading for us, her eyes staying on the ground.

"How is she? What's wrong?" Rick met her at the bottom of the steps.

"Is she alright?" Carl stood behind me.

Maggie looked up then, her eyes on Carl. "She's asleep, Lori's with her. You can go up there if you want, you just have to be quiet." Carl nodded and headed up, when I went to follow, Maggie blocked my path.

"What are you doin'?" I growled.

She looked away. "There's something you both need to know."

I turned to Rick who nodded, waiting for her to go on.

"Vickie... she..." Maggie sighed, collecting herself before continuing. "Vickie has scars all over her. She told us... she said... oh God." Maggie shook her head.

"She said what?" I needed to know what was going on. I cared for and loved Vic like no one else in the world. She was everything to me, and having her up in her room, screaming and crying, scars all over her, I was more then just worried.

"She said she was raped."

My jaw clenched as I remembered Shane. The way he touched her, tried to force her. I had stopped him, but to hear someone else had touched her the same way, that they had done more. I wanted to kill someone.

I turned away from them, knowing I needed to let off some steam. So I walked out of the cell block. I walked out of the prison and into the yard where there were still so many walkers that lay dead on the ground. I grabbed one, and stabbed it over and over as I yelled, letting as much anger out as I could.

I knew the chances of finding the guy who had done that to her were slim, and I also knew I couldn't just leave and find a walker that was a live to kill- I needed to stay alive for her. So all I was left with was dead walkers that were just lying around.

RPOV

I watched as Daryl left before I looked back at Maggie. "Raped?"

"She didn't say raped, I don't think she knows how. But she said she felt hands, and mouths, and-"

I cut her short, not wanting to hear it. "She's asleep?" she nodded. "And Lori's with her?" another nod. "How's Lori?"

"As good as she can be I guess."

It was my time to nod. "You should go check on Hershel and Beth. Stay with your family." she stepped off the last step and moved towards the cell room. "Maggie." she turned back to me. "Don't tell the others."

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