Author's Notes: I've been crafting this to perfection for a little over a week. This is by far the DARKEST chapter so far! Also tw implied rape (it's mentioned).

Three days ago. Rain was pouring down and Logan was screaming.

"I'll kill you Maren!" Logan screamed, "I'll make what Gregory did to Miles look family friendly!"

"Sure you will," Maren chuckled.

Thunder and lightning boomed in the sky. Logan was completely covered in mud as the walkers made it to his position. He screamed as walkers pinned him. Maren was out of earshot carrying Henry.

In a moment of pure adrenaline Logan shoved his fist so far into the head of the walker that was on top of him. The walker became limp and fell on him. Logan quickly threw it off and dried to scoot away from the incoming walkers.

Two walkers grabbed him. He used the leg that wasn't shot to kick a walker off. Immediately he grabbed the walker on top of him and rolled over to pin it and slam its head in the ground. Due to all the action he completely forgot about the drop off next to him.

He tumbled down with the walker crashing through many thorn bushes and small rocks. The walker he had grabbed onto was killed almost immediately. A minute and several thorn bushes later he had come to a stop.

"Oh god," Logan groaned.

The groaning of the herd was still in earshot though they tried to pursue him down the drop off and killed themselves. All but two of the walker's bodies were out of one of the many bushes. He heard rustling in the woods despite the thunder and lightning.

"Bob?" Logan called out, "Is that you?"

"The name's Chip, not Bob," Chip said.

Logan pushed himself into a sitting position and looked at himself. There were scrapes and gashes all over him. Which were bleeding but the rain was washing away the blood.

"Shit," Chip muttered, "You're in bad shape kid. Let's get you back to my cabin nearby."

Logan's face contorted from one of pain to one of fright.

"You're cabin?!" Logan coughed.

"Yes, you should know all about it Logan," Chip smirked, "After all you've been there."

"Please don't kill me," Logan quivered.

"Kill you?" Chip gasped, "Why would I want to kill a snuggle buddy? Especially one so young."

Chip slurped after he said that and Logan tried to get away.

"Where do you think you're going boy!" Chip laughed, grabbing Logan.

"No please," Logan cried.

"Don't worry you'll love it," Chip assured him.

"I won't," Logan screamed, "I won't!"

Chip dragged him to the cabin where the other cultists were stringing up the human corpses.

"Please don't do this," Logan cried, "Please!"

Chip dragged him into the bedroom upstairs. A cultist pulled out a surgical tool and handed it to Chip. The cultist then removed his shirt revealing the scrapes and cuts he got from the fall. Chip then took the tool and stuck it in Logan's gunshot wound. Logan screamed as Chip extracted the bullet.

"Anything else Chip?" the cultist asked.

"A candle would be nice, we need to cauterize his wound Marjorie," Chip replied.

Marjorie left the room and came back with a lit candle. She handed it to Chip who raised it to Logan's leg. He stuck it in the wound which caused Logan to cry in pain. Chip left the candle in the would for a few more seconds then pulled it out.

"Congratulations you patched him up, what's your plan now?" Marjorie asked.

"Some time alone will do nicely," Chip smiled, "I want to have some fun with him."

Marjorie left the room and Chip turned to Logan.

Several hours later after the agonizing alone time with Chip, Logan had been draped from the ceiling like the other human corpses.

"If you wanna talk back look at what we did to some fuckers from Riverside or wherever they said they were from," Marjorie told him.

Logan looked over and on closer inspection he recognized the man as Mary's uncle.

"You fuckers!" Logan said with all the strength he had left.

"Oh you really want to go there?" Marjorie asked, "We'll happily send you back in to Chip's room to let him have his way with you again."

"Please no, I'll be good!" Logan pleaded.

Marjorie hit him with a baseball bat causing him to groan in pain.

"Let's take our time with this one," Marjorie instructed.

Logan could feel the blood rushing to his head and the rope cutting off circulation to his foot certainly didn't help matters.

The cultists started beating him some had bats and others used their fists. Chip was the only one who took out a knife, not to stab Logan but to give him a parting gift. In a swift second Chip cut the rope. Logan fell to the floor and was restrained by cultists as Chip carved the word puppet into his stomach. Logan shrieked as he felt the knife cutting him. He felt chip carving another word into him this time it was his chest. Chip cut deep and when he finally finished the word finis was visible to Logan from a mirror he saw on the wall.

"That word means the end in latin," Chip explained, "Yeah fancy right?"

Logan had no energy left to sob or do anything. He could feel his eyes drooping shut much to his fear. Every worst case scenario for what they could do to him when he was asleep popped into his head. Though he knew they could do whatever they wanted to him right now anyway. The thought of what Chip did to him for hours in that bedroom disgusted him.

His heart sank when he saw Chip dragging him back to the room.

"Please no!" Logan rasped.

"Oh yes and you're going to like it," Chip giggled.

Chip grabbed him and threw him on the bed.

"Don't worry you'll get some of the meat from the one you recognized," Chip informed him.

The door clicked and he was all alone in the room. Logan crawled over to the bed and retrieved his shirt and vest.

After putting the clothes back on he hobbled over to the window and inspected it. He tried to open the window but it was stuck.

"Shit," Logan muttered.

Less than a second later Chip burst into the room with a huge smile on his face.

"Let's get you on your feet boy," he gleamed.

Chip ripped Logan from the bed and threw him to the floor.

"I was literally shot in the leg less than twelve hours ago, I can't," Logan stuttered.

"Stand up," Chip barked.

Logan supported himself on the wall as he got up.

"Put weight on it," Chip scowled.

"Please I can't," Logan muttered.

Chip punched Logan across the face which knocked him down.

"I'm out of patience with you both," Chip growled, "Either you grow a pair or I'll happily put you through you know what again."

Logan was shaking rapidly as he stood up. He put weight on the leg and it started to buckle.

"Put all your weight on it," Chip ordered.

Logan shifted the remaining weight onto the other leg which made him groan in pain.

"Stop holding onto the wall," Chip said.

Logan looked at him nervously and stopped supporting himself on the wall. His leg quickly buckled and he fell over.

"Goddamn little bitch," Chip muttered, "I'm going to the bathroom and then when I get back I'll have fun raping you again."

Logan quickly limped over to the window and knew he had no other option. He took the pillow and smashed the window with it in an attempt to silence it. There was still glass so Logan moved the pillow around to get the remaining glass out.

The sound of fast footsteps coming towards the room made Logan fast track and jump out the window. He used the pillow to help break his fall.

"Shit!" Bob shouted.

Logan knew that was his cue to run. He knew he wasn't heading towards the gas station but it was the opposite way past the door of the cabin.

"Ah fuck oh shit," Logan cursed as he ran which hurt his leg like hell.

Three hours later the sun was rising. Logan had no idea how much time was passing as he went the opposite way. He collapsed under a tree exhausted and gasping for air. The last thing he saw was the back of a person as he passed out.