Alright folks, here we are again! Ooooooh this is a good one! I really need to finish up the story. (I've written ahead like ten chapters and am having a tough time figuring out how to end the story. :/ First world problems at its best.)

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Bree had thought over her plan and had decided she was fucking insane but Daryl had pulled off an insane plan and it had worked so she hoped her even more insane plan would work just as nicely. She gripped the knife that Daryl had passed her before they went into the small compound, the weapons she had taken from the two idiot guards had been useless, mainly for show it appeared and she had tossed them away in disgust. A roamer walked close and Bree stood up and stabbed the knife into the back of its head and quickly pulled it into her hiding spot. She looked around before pulling off the roamer's torn up dress shirt and putting the stinking fabric over hers. She did the same for the pants before slicing into the rotting flesh and trying not to gag. She rubbed the oozing, rotting insides over the shirt and pants thoroughly before standing up. She slowly made her way towards a group of roamers. She kicked at a piece of metal lying on the asphalt and the sound it made caused her wince. The roamers startled and looked up. Bree waved her arms and jumped up and down.

"Oh shit." She ran in the opposite direction as the roamers started doing a jogging lumber towards her. She hid behind a corner and waited till several roamers passed her before she joined the group. Her heart pounded as several roamers looked at her as she did shuffling steps to make it to the front of the herd. She let out a small sigh of relief when they did nothing but ignore her. She knew the roamers acted like sheep on some things, where a few went, they all followed and it was her insane plan to create a rather large herd. The walls surrounding their small area were flimsy in some areas. Flimsy enough to let roamers in if there were enough. Bree let out a large groan and increased the pace of her shuffling. The few roamers around her did the same and she could feel the shift in speed throughout the small herd and the roamers hanging out in the side streets.

Roamers were curious creatures and Bree used that to her advantage as she took the unseen route towards the small compound. Last time she had only let ten or twenty roamers into their camp but this time she was planning on letting in more than quadruple that number. She increased her speed, as if creating a sense of urgency to the roamers around her and they all shifted pace again. To their simple minds and instincts, the faster they moved the closer food was. If they were moving faster, food was within grasp and she discovered this with a small laugh she quickly turned into a moaning growl. The small alley that had the weakest wall was coming into view and Bree could hear the men on the other side shouting and fighting. The roamers heard it too and the pace increased without her pressuring. She was soon doing a shuffling jog to stay in the front of the rather large herd of roamers as they got bottle necked into the alley. The tin wall was held up by two-by-fours and all Bree had to do was climb over the wall and knock them over.

The force behind her was massive and she felt like she was no longer leading but being pushed from behind. She reached out with her hand and grabbed an edge of the tin and pulling it part of the way off before slipping inside before the force of the roamers hitting the flimsy wall pinned it back into place. She had just managed to get her hand through when the massive herd hit the wall. It creaked and groaned but it held steady and Bree looked at the supports before dislodging the first one from the dirt. She moved quickly as she pushed out a second and third.

"We've got a creeper in the walls!" The voice was panicked and she knew that it was now or never and she pushed over the second last support. The wall groaned and then fell silent Bree felt her heart pound as with a large crash, the wall fell over. She let out a small sigh of relief and amusement at how it must have looked to the now scrambling men as roamers pushed past her. Coming over to deal with one single roamer only to encounter your defenses breached and close to a hundred roamers pouring into the open hole that now lay in your so carefully constructed wall. She could hear the men screaming and guns firing but really couldn't feel much pity for them, these men were murderers and rapists. Bree started towards the leader's main housing, where she had been held captive all those months ago. She kept up the act of walking like a roamer as to not alert the suspicion of the roamers around her. Vehicles roared to life and she turned her head to the sound. Men were getting in and then she saw him. His scarred face was different than she remembered but the last time she had seen him she was dragging a blade through his flesh and his face was covered in blood. Her heart felt like it had stopped in her chest as he locked his eye onto hers. She turned her head and did the head motions of the roamers around her.

"No!" It was furious and she could hear gun shots getting closer to her. She started shuffling away but when the next gunshot dropped the roamer right next to her she turned around to face the scarred man. He looked at her and she was surprised to see he looked absolutely devastated. "This isn't how it was supposed to end. You were supposed to be strong but they got you. My little rabbit, bitten by creepers." He went to touch her face but she grabbed his wrist and stared at him as she stepped closer. His eye went wide in realization.

"My little rabbit is alive." He grabbed her face with his other hand and Bree resisted the urge to pull away from his touch. It left her feeling gross and it made her skin crawl.

"Yah but you aren't." She stabbed her knife into his stomach much like she had done with Ben and drew the blade through his flesh. The scent of fresh blood called roamers to them and she let the knife and the shocked man go as roamers descended on him from all sides. It was almost creepy how he didn't make a single sound as he was eaten alive. She wiped his blood off on her pants and despite the fresh blood she now had on her the roamers left her alone. Too many meals to eat and blood covered all of them now. Bree looked towards the buildings, she needed to find Daryl quickly because those few men who were being pulled from the trucks wouldn't feed the roamers for long.

There was a locked room full of women in the leader's house but she knew the girls wouldn't want to leave. They had been beaten so badly that they no longer considered escape. The only other place was a jail, if Daryl had failed in convincing them that he was who he said he was. Bree circled, trying to remember where they had the jail the last time she had been there. She couldn't remember and she shuffled towards the nearest building.


Fifteen minutes later

Bree cursed herself soundly. Of course they had a police station and of course it would be the last building she checked. If Daryl wasn't in here she didn't know what she would do. She pushed open the station door and a rough hand grabbed her throat and she could see the other getting ready to stab her.

"No!" She knocked the descending hand away and pushed the person away before quickly taking off the roamer's shirt. "It's a disguise! Jesus Christ!" Strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight for a mere moment before pulling back.

"Jesus, darlin', I nearly put a fuckin' knife in yer brain." Daryl shook his head at her and Bree shrugged. "A little warnin' next time would be mighty white of ya." She rolled her eyes and closed the door before locking it.

"Sorry, I just organized a bunch of roamers into attacking this shitty little compound to break you out. I think a 'thank you' is in order. Seriously. I'm immune so I can pull shit like this." She gave a small smile and pulled off the disgusting rotten blood covered pants. Daryl covered his nose for a second.

"That smells like rancid dog shit." He shook his head and stepped back a bit.

"Thank you. The roamers seem to enjoy the smell. I am so fucking glad it is summer because if it was in winter they would be popsicles and I wouldn't have been able to do this type of stuff." She kicked the clothes away and Daryl just shook his head at her.

"How are we supposed t' git out of here? Ya kinda led a bunch of walkers here t' jus' snack on people." Daryl looked frustrated and Bree rolled her eyes before walking past him. She went further into the station, looking for weapons or ammo of any kind. She could hear him following her and she only stopped when he grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to look at him. "Darlin', this ain't a game. I ain't immune an' we got a broken legged person in here who need t' come with us."

"I'm going to get a truck and you are going to be waiting for me right by that door." She pointed at the door she walked in through. "Now we just need to find some weapons and we are good to go. I lost my knife gutting that scar faced bastard."

"His name was Leon and good, he was completely messin' with my zen. Creeped me out t' be honest." Daryl looked disturbed and Bree felt for him. He had to play nice with the man and that must have been slightly trauma inducing.

"I feel for you, I really do but I need to find some weapons and get that truck over here before their snack fest ends." Bree turned around but Daryl grabbed her shoulder again, she looked at him and he shook his head, a frown creasing his forehead.

"Ain't anythin' in here. They picked it clean." He shook his head again and she cursed softly.

"Looks like I have to play this thing like a roamer. Jesus, that smell is never going to come out." She headed back to where she had discarded the foul smelling clothes. "Be ready to leave as soon as you hear a vehicle outside of that door." She turned to look at him and Daryl nodded slowly.

"We'll be ready, darlin', an' ya better come be there. Five minutes. That's all I'm givin' ya before I come lookin'." His face was completely serious and Bree gave a small nod as she slipped into the too large pants and slipping on the ratty dress shirt. The smell made her eyes water but she opened the door and slipped out. A few roamers looked at her and she just shuffled forwards with a groan. They looked away and Bree could hear several vehicles running still but there was complete silence other than the sound of bodies being ripped apart. She shuffled towards the nearest truck and noticed two vehicles of guys had escaped. How many to a vehicle she didn't know but with how many piles of roamers grasping at flesh, it couldn't have been too many.

Several gunshots startled her and she realized in stark horror that it came from the women's jail room. They had taken the easiest route and Bree knew it was the only way they could be free from Leon and the memories of him. A dozen or so roamers started banging on the building's door and she turned herself towards the closest truck. Once close enough she quickly shed the rancid clothing and jumped into the truck before the roamers could tell that she wasn't one of them. She was happy to see that the half ton truck was automatic and she shifted into drive and drove the truck to the front of the police station and backed the end of the truck towards the door. She tapped on the steering wheel in agitation as the unoccupied roamers started towards the vehicle.

"Hurry up, Daryl!" She looked into the rear view mirror and relief flooded her as the door opened. She watched the approaching roamers and her finger beat went faster. She could hear Daryl cursing and he cussed loudly before getting into the truck with some difficulty.

"Git out of here, darlin'!" His voice sounded pained and she wondered if he had torn his wound open again but she did as he said. The back gate to the compound was open and she drove out of it quickly as if the devil were in her rear view mirror.

It took them ten minutes to reach the edge of the city but Daryl remained in a perpetual state of silence. Bree glanced over at him.

"Are you okay, Daryl?" She glanced between the road and him and then back again. He looked pale in the quickly darkening light.

"No, darlin', I went an' got myself bit."


Bwahahahahahahahahahaha! And there I shall leave you!