Okay, I did this chapter just to show that no one can be trusted, the world has some sick people in it. I really liked doing this chapter because of the trauma and emotions. It was great, and I hope you all enjoy !

~Kaila G.

Daryl didn't want to be mad at Raina. And really, he wasn't. He was just frustrated with what was going on. Melissia was her sister, and maybe Raina should be listening to her. Daryl wasn't big on being known for having a soft spot. Not even for someone he loved. Loved? He shook his head. He didn't love this girl. He didn't even know her that well... Even though he felt like he did.

He sat down at the bar, deep in thought. He had to think about what to say to Raina. He shouldn't have taken his heat of the moment anger out on her. He sat there, thinking about the previous night. How warm she had felt against him. He had fallen asleep feeling her heart beat against his hand. He had slept so good.

Raina was what he wanted. Sometimes his mind fought with him on if that was true or not. But he knew it was true. In his heart, he wanted Raina. Daryl decided that he wasn't going to let Melissia ruin this for him. He had finally found some kind of peace in this hellish world, and he wasn't going to give it up.

Raina had walked down to the woods. She was feeling horrible about the way that Melissia had acted toward Daryl. What was wrong with her? They were raised better than that. Raina frowned and shook her head as she entered the woods. She felt like walking through and doing a scout. Maybe killing a walker would make her feel better.

She walked through the woods quietly, watching carefully for any signs of movement. Raina sighed at the stillness of the woods. Nothing was here. She was alone. She started out of the woods, near the side of the hotel, when she heard something. A small sound, but it was something.

Raina walked around to the back of the hotel. She was pretty sure she had heard something rustling in the woods. If it was a walker, it needed to be put down. Of course it was a walker. Everyone in the group knew better than to go carelessly into the woods, making enough noise to wake the dead. Raina winced at her own thoughts.

She walked steadily and quietly toward the wooded area where she had heard the movement. Stepping as lightly as she could, she made her way into the woods. She looked around, scanning the woods for movement. Nothing. Cool air nipped at her skin. Raina wondered if she had really imagined it, as she shivered.

Then it was there, beside her. She had her crossbow in its face, ready to kill. But it wasn't a walker. Her heart was pounding so loudly, that she wondered if he could hear it. She stared at him with narrowed eyes. He stared back.

"Hi." The man finally spoke.

"Who are you?" Raina asked, eyes still narrowed. His face softened as he smiled lightly.

"Dex." He said, still smiling. Dark hair, dark eyes. He looked young and nice. Not too much older than Raina. She lowered her crossbow.

"I'm-" In a flash his fist connected with the side of her face. Hard. She fell to the ground, dazed. She tried to look at him, but another blow to the face, and everything went black.

Daryl was looking for Raina. He had asked everyone in the group, with the exception of Melissia, if they had seen her. No one had. Daryl was beginning to worry about her. She wouldn't just run off into the woods... Would she? He didn't know. Grabbing up his crossbow, he decided to go take a look around.

He walked into the woods lightly, looking carefully for signs of Raina. He finally found her footprints, light in the dirt. He followed them, and frowned when they led out of the woods. Once he reached the side of the hotel, he realized she had turned around and went to the back of the hotel. He followed.

Her footsteps led into the woods. He didn't have to follow far, before he saw something that made him bristle slightly. Another set of footprints. They were a man's shoe print. He then noticed something that set off alarm in his head. It looked like something had been dragged into the woods. And Raina's shoe prints disappeared where he stood. Daryl walked quickly, following the drag marks.

Raina awoke, face throbbing. She couldn't move... Was she paralyzed? No she was moving. She just wasn't going anywhere. She tried to move again, but still she couldn't get her arms up. She was tied up. Her arms were hurting, tied tight behind her back. Her legs were spread, each tied to a tree to keep them that way. She began to panic, struggling harder to get free.

Then she noticed him. Watching her with cold eyes. He was smiling at her, a very wicked smile, that made her skin crawl. She had a very bad thought, that she knew exactly what he was planning on doing to her. She started screaming. The cloth tied around her head, in her mouth, muffled her screams, but she was still a little loud. Dex walked over to her and looked down at her. Without warning, he hit her jaw hard. Raina yelped.

"Shut it." He said quietly. "I will let walkers eat your ass if you draw them. Probably a lot better way to die than what I'm gonna do to you pretty baby." His voice was scary, and serious. He turned away. Raina tried to loosen her tied hands and legs, but it wasn't happening. Thoughts reeled through her head.

He was going to rape her and kill her. No one would hear her scream. No one would know the terrible things that he was doing to her, until it was too late, and she was dead. They would find her, tied here like a dog, snapping and snarling. Then one of the group, whoever found her, would have to put a bullet through her head. She felt tears in her eyes.

No, she said to herself. Do not cry, don't let this bastard see you cry. That's what he wants. Raina allowed herself to calm down for a few moments, and her mind went elsewhere. Daryl is where it went. She thought of him, holding her all night. She thought of his voice, saying her name. She thought of his rare smile. That's what she wanted to remember. She didn't want to die scared. But she was.

When Dex noticed she stopped struggling, he chuckled lightly before walking over to her. She didn't look at him, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. He stared down at her, and gently kicked the rope that held her right leg tied to the tree. Almost as if to say, "You aren't going anywhere." Raina just kept looking at the dirt. Then he lunged down at her. Raina screamed and struggled to get free and he started ripping at the button on her jeans.

She was squeezing her legs together, and moving, trying to keep him from unbuttoning her jeans. Her muffled screams rang out through the woods, and she hoped a walker would come. She tried to twist her body sideways, to stay away from his hands. Raina was struggling too hard to notice his anger. He brought his fist down hard, straight into her gut. She howled in pain.

"Stupid little bitch," he scoffed, "I'm going to rip you apart." Raina was tensed up, pain throbbing in her stomach. She couldn't breathe, and in that moment of weakness, she saw Dex grab the sides of her jeans. He pulled them down, until her thighs were exposed. There was that wicked smile again, and even though Raina knew she shouldn't cry, she couldn't hold back the tears. She didn't want to be alive. She screamed when he reached for her underwear.

Daryl could hear it, muffled screaming. He started running. He knew something wasn't right, Raina was in trouble. It was her, and he knew it. He ran fast, hearing the screaming getting more frantic. He knew Raina wouldn't be loud unless she was in serious trouble. She knew better. What was happening to her? Was it a walker? Daryl reached a small clearing to see a horrific sight.

Raina was struggling against rope. She was tied up good, and her jeans were pulled down to her knees. The man was going for her underwear, and Daryl lost it. He ran up behind the man and hit him hard. The guy fell sideways, shock coming over his face. He shook his head, slightly dazed from the hit. Daryl hit him again. And again. The man howled in pain as Daryl kicked him. In the stomach. In the ribs. In the groin. Then, Daryl kicked him in the jaw. Hard. The man stopped moving. Daryl turned to Raina.

She had tears running down her face. Along with bruises, covering her left cheek. Her left eye was black, and her mouth, even though gagged, was bleeding where the man had split her lip. She was shaking uncontrollably, and when Daryl knelt down beside her, she began to panic. She started struggling again, trying to get away. Daryl's gut wrenched as he realized she was so out of it, she was scared of him.

"Raina." He said her name softly. "It's me, Daryl. I ain't gonna hurt you. Gonna take you home." She stopped struggling suddenly, and Daryl realized that she had her eyes shut tight. He gently reached up and untied the cloth gag. Throwing it on the ground, he reached for his knife so that he could cut the rope. Raina had opened her eyes, watching him. Upon seeing the knife, a wild look of fear came into her eyes. "Raina I ain't gonna hurt you. Gonna cut you loose." Daryl said quietly.

Raina just watched quietly, and fearfully, as he cut her legs loose from the two trees. He stared at her, and came quickly to her side. He was going to have to roll her over to get her hands loose. He had a feeling she was going to go crazy if he didn't try to comfort her. Daryl put his hand to the right side of her face. She tried to jerk away, but he kept his hand on her cheek.

"Listen, Raina," he said staring into her frightened eyes, "gotta roll you over so I can get your arms free. Not gonna hurt you. I swear. You understand?" Daryl asked, looking into her eyes. Raina just stared at him, but then, she nodded her head 'yes'. Maybe she was coming back to her senses. Daryl hoped so.

He carefully rolled her onto her side, and cut the rope away from her hands. After tossing the rope away, he rolled her back over, and he saw the bruises. On her exposed thighs, he could see bruises where she had fought away her attacker. He gently grabbed the sides of her jeans. Raina looked terrified, but Daryl just pulled them back up, covering her. He buttoned them. He saw her face relax slightly. Daryl had an awful thought. What if that man did... Rape her?

"Did he?" Daryl asked, looking into her eyes again. Raina shook her head 'no', and jumped up into a sitting position. She jumped up to him, and he grabbed her up in his arms. She let it all out, in deep, heavy sobs. Her head buried into his neck, she cried. Daryl held onto her, but soon realized that walkers may come because of the noise.

He set her down, adjusted his cross bow over his shoulder, and then picked her back up into his arms. Her face was bruised, the color darkening. Raina looked gone, out of it. Daryl hoped she would remember that he came for her. He walked toward the hotel, as quick as he could, carrying her.

"Daryl..." She whispered, before passing out. She was limp in his arms. Daryl thought maybe that was for the best.