The group walked so close to each other Kendal couldn't help but think about Rick and the others from the prison. Her eyes darted back and forth around her, reminding herself that they weren't them. The men were dangerous and willing to do more than just kill people to get what they want. Kendal was forced to stay close to Joe at the front with her spear in both her hands. She felt them tighten as some footsteps behind her got closer and quicker to meet hers. "Hey." A familiar voice that she didn't want to remember rang in her ears. "Why don' you tell me your name?" He cooed. She didn't answer as she kept her eyes forward. "Playin' hard to get, I like it." She wanted nothing more than to stab Len's annoying face and rid her from him. She even had a mental plan of how she was going to do it too. Stomping on his feet first, then hitting him in the crotch with the end of her spear and when he was crouched over, she would run the pointed end through the back of his skull. However, she knew that she couldn't do it. Kendal just didn't have it in her to kill another human; a live one.
Reaching the small creak, Kendal stepped in front of Joe and looked over the edge of it. "Showtime, Darlin'." The brunette gritted her teeth as she scanned over the clear water. A guy in the back of the group asked why they couldn't just fish themselves, and Kendal hushed him without realizing it. Her whole focus was on finding her prey.
Stepping into the water slowly without splashing too much, she made her way to the middle of the slow running water. She turned slowly too keep from affecting the river flow too much. There was next to nothing in the river, as if it was fished dry. She couldn't even see egg sacks at the bottom of the river. She reeled her arm back, ready for any sort of movement, then she threw the spear a few feet away from her. Kendal wasn't even thinking anymore, she forgot the feeling of throwing the long pointed ended rod as she stomped over to pull out the spear with a fish at the end of it. She tossed up the large fish and saw the grey-haired man smirk as she turned back to fish some more.
Later that evening, the whole group were eating cans and the fish Kendal caught. At any rustle in the trees she would flinch and the boys would tease her about it. They took their time, chatting and joking around, but Kendal quickly ate her food and put distance between her and the men. She felt more comfortable with them at a distance and with her spear in her hands. She watched Len stand up, growling angrily at another man, Dan, the man that was carrying her the previous day.
"Like hell that'd happen," He stepped closer threatening him with his finger, "you know what claiming means. Don't break that code." Kendal swallowed her throat and felt her shoulders start to shake. Her knuckles were white around the handle of her spear as he approached her. "Get over here." He growled, dragging her away into the woods, taking her spear from her hands and throwing it away.
He forced himself on her again, leaving her to try and fight him off, but to no prevail. Kendal hated this. He was angry, and he was taking it out on her like this. He hit her and made the whole experience painful. He just kept growling 'Mine' in repeat as he continued. She wanted it all to stop, and begged him to stop but he didn't listen. Again, when he was done with her, he just dropped her and left her by the bottom of a tree for her to clean up.
As she pulled on her clothes, she saw her pale hands shaking. She held them up in front of her face and watched them vibrate in place as she fought back the emotions she had. Kendal had to keep telling herself for now that emotions are nothing but wasted breath. If she had time to cry, she had time to walk or kill or anything, except feel something like pain or sadness. The only emotion she allowed herself to feel was anger.
When it was night time, she returned to the group from fishing, she was confronted by Joe. He grabbed her by the throat and held her up off the ground. "You think this is a vacation?" He hissed at her as he tightened his grip, "Making us wait for your weak ass?!" Joe dropped her and she collapsed to the ground. "We need to eat, and you're our best fisher at the moment." Joe crouched down and grabbed her by the jaw to look up at him, his eyes widened in irritation. "You better have caught something good." She nodded and pointed with her eyes at the meat lying on the ground. He smiled in satisfaction as he released her and grabbed the pile of fish. "As punishment for making us wait, you don't get any." He said, carrying it away. The group gathered around the fire and stuck the fish around it to cook. Kendal just curled up in the background against a tree and watched them with narrow eyes. Her spear was still by her side as she slid it under her legs to keep from any of them from taking it.
"I'll see them again." Kendal thought to herself as she glared at the men in front of her, laughing and enjoying the meat she caught, "I'll kill them to make it happen."
"Rick!" The male's head popped up. Sitting at the edge of the treeline, Rick sat with Michonne and Carl waiting for their friend to rejoin them. "Rick! Carl! Michonne!" Then there was a gun fire and the body in the distance collapsed and was picked up by a man. Rick saw her fighting and trying to get free as the man fell and she started to run again.
"We should go help!" Carl stated as he started to go to her. Rick quickly reached for his son to stop him as another man grabbed Kendal in the distance. He continued to fight as she was gagged. "Dad we have to!" Rick didn't listen to him as he and Michonne backed up in silence. Carl tried to tell his father and their friend that they couldn't leave Kendal behind. "She needs us!"
"She'll be fine," Rick told him, kneeling down to embrace his son tightly. Looking over Carl's shoulder, he saw Kendal be thrown against the ground and her body stop moving. He took Carl and Michonne back into the trees as their friend was carried off back into the house they had escaped from.