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Attacked by the Living and not the Dead

I was alone and searching through a house that I came across. I've been on my own for a while now, I had a few groups here and there but either Biters would attack or I'd feel like I didn't belong and I'd up and leave. I heard a car pull up near the house and I glanced out a window in the bedroom I was in.

There was a black SUV with three large men stretching their limbs. The one guy who I assumed was the leader had short black hair and a goatee, he had large muscles, and a baseball bat. One of the other guys was a little skinnier than the other two and had curly shoulder light blond hair and a hint of a stubble. He was also holding a large machete.

The last man was bald and had simple toned arms and was holding a crowbar. They did not look like men you'd want to mess with, so I did the only thing I could think of, hide in the closet. I hid in the master bedrooms closet hoping the three men would just pass me bye. I heard the front door open and I quietly coward in the closets corner. I held my hunting knife close to my chest and letting out slow shallow breaths.

I heard heavy boots on the wood floor of the bedroom. I tried so hard not to make any noise, so the man who was here wouldn't find me. Through the small shades of the closet door I saw the man glancing around the wrecked room and flipping through different items. He looked over at the closet and I held my breath. He walked over and put his hand on the handle.

"Hank what the hell are you up too," the skinnier one said as he walked in.

"Nothing Dan, just thought the closet door was weird for being shut," Hank said.

"Check it out," Dan said as he held his machete.

The door opened and I took the opportunity to plunge my knife deep into Hank's shoulder. I tried to run, but Dan grabbed me by the waist and threw me against the wall hard. Dan grabbed be roughly by the arms and dragged me down the hall, into the living room and to their leader.

"What the hell is going on?" the leader asked.

"The little bitch stabbed me in the shoulder," Hank said as he yanked my knife out and threw it onto the wooden coffee table.

The man grabbed me by the jaw harshly and made me look him dead in the eye.

"You have a lot of nerve, stabbing one of my men! You're gonna pay, you hear me?" he said.

"What we gonna do with her Lester?" Dan asked.

"We're gonna teach her a little lesson," Lester said with a sinister smile.

"No, please…" I yelled.

"To late sweetheart, you're a dead girl now," Hank said next to me.

They grabbed at me and threw me toward the ground. I felt a huge gash on the side of my head and blood oozing down the side of my face. I struggled against the three men and of course it was no use because they were so much bigger than my tiny little 5'3" frame and my 117 pounds. I could feel the bruises form as they hit, kicked, and twisted my body.

"Ya leave her alone," I heard a rough voice boom behind the leader.

"The hell you gonna do about it, you redneck hick. Just mind your damn business we're settling a score because nobody touches one of my men," Lester said as he faced the man.

All I heard was a string from some kind of bow and Lester falling to the ground. Hank tried to attack the man, but Dan was in such sock he kind of just stayed in his position of holding me down. I caught a glimpse of the man fighting back Hank and he took a hunting knife out of his sheath that he had attached around his waist. He stabbed Hank right in the eye and he looked at Dan who was now slowly backing away.

"Look man, I'm sorry. I was just following Lester's orders… I had nothing to do with this," Dan said stuttering uncontrollably.

The man loaded up what looked to be a crossbow and pulled his string back.

"Looked like ya were enjoying it just as much as your friends were. Can't have ya out there hurting anymore woman, won't have it," the man said.

He aimed his crossbow and Dan groveled to him. The mystery man shot his arrow into the guy's head and sighed audibly. The man helped me up carefully and sat me on the couch. He checked my injuries and gently touched the purple and blue bruises forming around my arms, face and chest. I probably had some on my legs too, but since I have jeans on they're going to go unnoticed for now.

"Ya all right?" The man asked.

I gave him a quick once over and saw he wasn't actually bad looking. He had longish dark brown hair that reached his shoulders, a rugged goatee which had a mix of light and dark hairs, and he had the neatest light blue eyes.

"Other than being in a whole lot of pain, I think I'm all right. Thank you for saving me, I could have been dead," I said quietly.

"It's fine. Anyway, I'm gonna patch ya up a bit and then my group member and I will take ya to our town called Alexandria. It has houses and stuff, we also got an infirmary which could fix ya up more than right now," the man said.

"Okay, my names Timi by the way," I said.

"Daryl," he said with a nod.

"Daryl, what's going on? What happened?" another man asked as he ran in.

This man had short light brown hair and a little stubble forming.

"I took care of it, those three men were beating this girl to death," Daryl said to the man.

"Oh god. You poor thing. Here's the first aid, Daryl," the man said.

He took out the first aid from his back pack and handed it to Daryl. The guy sat next to me as Daryl still squatted in front of me as he searched through the first aid kit.

"I'm Aaron and I'm a recruiter from Alexandria. It's a safe place, you'll be able to recuperate well there," Aaron said.

"I'm Timi, and it sounds great," I said.

Daryl started to dab at my wounds and I let out a slight gasp.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

In about ten minutes Daryl tended to most of my serious wounds and they packed the first aid kit away.

"Can ya walk?" Daryl asked.

I tried to stand but my body wasn't having it, and I almost crumpled to the floor but they caught me in time.

"I'll carry her to the car," Daryl said.

He picked me up carefully and carried me bridal style back to their car. Daryl cautiously placed me in the back seat and closed the door. He walked to a motorcycle and hopped on. I was surprised to see someone riding a motorcycle during the apocalypse, but it was pretty cool. Aaron got in the driver's seat and started the engine. They drove off and we headed back to their town called Alexandria. Hopefully it's as good as they say it is and I'll make a full recovery.