** This story is rated M for mature. The following chapter is about the wolves and will contain some sexual violence. As always enjoy, read and review. I own nothing from the walking dead. **
The Wolves
6 months ago
They had been camping outside the walls a few days now, watching these people. At night they climbed the brick wall and peeked inside the windows of people's houses. These people were nothing but lambs to the slaughter. Or little pigs, as Derek liked to call them. He had not decided what he wanted to do yet. Not that he told the rest of them anything, but Jared had heard him talking to his sister the night before in the bed they shared. Jared thought doing the nasty with your own sister was pretty disgusting, but he knew better than to say anything about it. He had seen what happened to the last guy that thought it would be funny to make a joke about it.
Derek had laughed like the joke was funny. Then he had walked around behind the guy and blitz attacked him. He had hit him in the back of the head, not hard enough to kill him, just hard enough to knock him out. Then he had tied him to a tree and waited for the dead to come for him. They did it to plenty of the people they caught, so when the man woke up, he had known what he was in for. He had been crying and begging for mercy.
"It's nasty to lay down with your own damn sister," the man had screamed, "everyone knows it." Derek had just looked at him with that strange sadistic expression he got whenever they were waiting for the dead to come for one of the tributes they left for them.
"Those are the laws of men," Derek told the man, "And we are not men, we are wolves."
"I'm a wolf too," the man insisted, "Come on, let me go, I won't say anything else about it man."
"No," Danni told the man, sitting down next to her brother and giving him a lingering kiss, "Now you're nothing but a little pig." The man had carried on screaming and struggling, but the dead had come for him, just like they came for everyone.
This morning, Derek was up, paring his nails off with a sharp knife and waiting for Danni to make his breakfast. They were five years apart in age. She had only been ten when he had started fucking her. It had taken her until she was fourteen before she started enjoying it. The morning was hot, and she had a tank top on, revealing the large wolf tattoo she had on her upper arm. Hers was a female wolf, howling at the moon. Derek's was a large male wolf, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth. On her eigtheenth birthday, they had murdered both their parents, and cleared out their bank accounts and the small safe their father kept in his bedroom. Then they had driven out of state, stopping on the way to ditch their father's car and steal a new one. When they crossed the state line, they had stopped at the first tattoo shop they found and gotten the wolves tattooed. Then Derek had killed the men that worked there and cleaned out the cash register. Living on the run was nothing new for them. The only difference now was they could do anything they wanted without fear of getting caught. For them, the end of the world meant freedom. This world belonged to them now, not the stupid sniveling weaklings hiding inside these high walls.
The wolves had taken over groups before, but never one this size. There were ten people at least to each one of them. But what danger did a flock of sheep pose to them. They were predators. Derek finished with his nails and put his gloves back on. They were leather straps designed to hold a metal sewing thimble on the end of each finger, attached to the thimbles, there were razors. He dipped them regularly into the blood and guts of the people they killed after they had turned, that way one scratch was sure to be fatal. His sister had something similar she wore, but the claws were only on each of her pinky fingers. She liked to trace them up and down the people her brother tied up, looking for the right place to scratch them.
The more Derek watched the people inside this town, the stupider he realized they were. Usually they just rushed in when they saw the people in a camp were off guard. Then they murdered them, leaving the ones they wanted to have more fun with alive. But a new idea had been brewing in his head. It had come yesterday when a few new people had come to the gate and been taken in to the community. Why not walk in with an open welcome. Eat and drink with them. Then wait until the night came and take each house one by one. By the time anyone knew what was happening, they would all be soldiers in the wolf army.
He would rather rush in, slashing with his claws and listening to the women scream. But there were so many of them, there was a chance they might be overcome by sheer numbers. He had to think smart, like a wolf. And wolves hunted their prey. Derek took his gloves back off and Dani handed him his breakfast. The food from the last camp they took was starting to run low. While they would have taken this town just for the pleasure, they also needed supplies. Everyone held their plates, waiting for Derek to take a bite so they could start eating. Once he did they started digging in.
"After breakfast," he told the men, "I want everyone to wash up in the creek and clean their clothes." Some of the men looked at him in surprise. It was an odd request. Usually they stayed dirty on purpose and smeared dead gunk on themselves for camouflage. But no one questioned him. Dani finished her food and started taking the bowls from the other men that were done eating. Then she washed them out with some water from a bucket and set them out to dry. All of the men had already headed down to the creek to start washing up. So thats where she went. She wasn't sure about taking her clothes off in front of all the men and she stood there for a moment, hesitating.
"I thought I told everyone to clean up and wash their clothes," Derek said to her. She nodded and quickly moved to remove her clothes and follow his orders. She stepped into the cold water, goose pimples rising up on her skin and her nipples going hard in the open air. Then Derek seized her roughly by the hair, shoving her under the water. Her arms and legs were flailing at first, grabbing at his arms out of reflex. But despite her desperate need for air, she forced herself to relax. He wouldn't let her up until she stopped fighting, even if it meant drowning her. Once she gave up, she felt herself yanked back out of the cold water and thrown face down on the rocky shore of the creek. Derek took her first, he was the alpha of the pack and that was his right. Then the rest of them, one at a time, while he watched.
When they were done, Derek told the men his plans. They would clean up. Wolves in sheep's clothing, he told them. These people in their little gated community. They were so stupid, they would let them right in, just like they let those other people in the day before. Then tonight, when they were all settling down in their little beds and laying their little pig heads down on their little pillows, they would go house to house, killing them all. It was never okay to argue with Derek, but if he was in a good mood, sometimes he would take requests.
"Want me that blonde girl," Jared announced, "saw her go into the house with the blue door." Derek smiled. He slapped Jared on the back.
"Then tonight," he said, "we take that house first."