Warning: Blood and gore

I still own nothing

"Wait for it, wait for it…"

*SHUNK*

"HAHA! Man, that never gets old!" Beca shouted out to no one in particular. Bella poked her head out of her bag to see what was going on but immediately ducked back out of the wind. In short Beca was bored, she was just about to make the jump from North to South Carolina and had been moving at a steady clip. The further south she went the more the roads began to clear up so she was making much better progress, but the long hours of driving with nothing to do meant she was going a little stir crazy. God she had never missed the radio so much in her life. So she came up with a little game, anytime she passed a zombie she would unsling her bat and take a shot at the thing's head.

Was it dangerous? Yes. Was it smart? No. Was it entertaining? You better aca-believe it. Beca likened it to the one time she went smashing mailboxes in high school. That act of delinquency had earned her a year of grounding from her mother but it was one of the few times she actually had fun in high school. That being said, zombie smashing was considerably harder than mailboxes since the zombies provided a moving target.

She looked down and noticed that she was running low on gas. She grimaced at that since it meant she had a problem. Usually gas was the one resource she didn't have to look too hard for. There were plenty of abandoned cars on the main roads to siphon gas from but right now she was on a dirt road out in the middle of nowhere. According to the map the road was supposed to be a shortcut but she didn't realize how long it would take her to make it back to "civilization" so now she was running on fumes.

Beca slowed the bike to a stop and pulled out her map. According to the map there was some sort of gas station only a few miles down the road. She hoped that there was enough gas left in the tank to make it that far but she wasn't holding out hope.

She started up the bike again and tried to do everything she could to conserve gas. She could just make out what she thought was the gas station when a sputtering noise came from the bike and she was officially coasting. She hopped off the bike and started to walk/push towards the building in the distance. She couldn't even be sure if there was going to be gas there but if there wasn't it was going to be a very long walk to Atlanta.

The closer she got to the building the more concerned she became. It looked like the place was inhabited, she could see what looked like other bikes sitting outside and she could faintly hear music playing.

Suddenly Bella let out a piercing screech and Beca spun around to see five bikers heading toward her. Beca's instincts kicked into gear and she spun her bike around to give herself some cover and drew the shotgun from its holster. Feeling like a sitting duck, she waited for the bikers to reach her before addressing them.

"I don't want any trouble! I just need some gas and I'll be on my way!" She shouted above the roar of the motorcycles. One of the bikers stopped his bike right in front of her while his buddies formed a loose circle and drew their own guns.

"Well darlin, that's a mighty expensive thing you're asking for, you got anyway of paying for it?" the leader asked as he shut off his bike. He was decent looking, in a rough and tumble sort of way. Really he looked like a biker from one of those old 70s sitcoms with greased black hair and leather jacket. Where did he even find hair gel in the apocalypse? His beard looked a little long and scraggly, and his nose looked like it had been broken and then not set correctly, leaving it at an odd angle on his face.

Beca instantly disliked him.

"Depends. What do you want?" she asked. The other bikers were slowly closing in on her and she didn't like it one bit. One of them took a step too close for her liking and she drew her pistol, keeping her shotgun leveled at the leader. "Tell your guys to back off or they're going to be limping home."

"Whoa, whoa easy now, there's no need to get violent." he held up his hands as if that was going to get Beca to calm down.

"Then tell your boys to back off!" she shouted. Beca didn't like how they kept moving in and she really didn't like how she was outnumbered. There wasn't really a way for her to win this fight. Two of the bikers had dismounted and were closing in while the other two just sat on their bikes, their guns leveled at her.

"But if they back off how do I know that we'll have a peaceful transaction?" the leader smirked at her. Beca was really starting to hate this guy.

"Look I'm willing to trade but if I feel threatened then I'm gonna start shooting."

"Ya well the thing is I don't really see anything that would be of interest to us, unless of course you would be willing to do something." The sleaze coming off this guy was enough to make Beca shudder.

"You want me to do what!?"

"Just think about it, you spend a few days making me and my friends happy and I'm sure we could see to it that you get what you need and are on your merry way."

"Go to Hell!" Beca spat at him. There was no way she would stoop to that, she would rather die.

"Oh well, have it your way." he snapped his fingers and suddenly Beca was pinned to the road. She tried to fire her guns but the two dudes on the ground managed to grab and arm each and wrenched her weapons away from her. She managed to get one of her arms free and elbowed her attacker in the face. She heard the satisfying crunch of his nose being broken but before she could follow up on her advantage the other guy managed to get her in a headlock.

"If I was you I'd stop struggling girly." The man's breath was atrocious, smelling heavily of alcohol and lack of brushing.

"Now see, why did you have to do that? You hurt poor Charlie's face," the leader said. "Now all we're gonna hear for the next week is 'Oh my poor face, Oh woe is me'."

"Like I give a damn." Beca growled, she was still putting up a fight but there was little she could do. The guy who had her was twice her size and easily lifted her off her feet so she couldn't do anything.

"Oh I'll bet you'll give a damn later when we make you pay for it." The leader moved to take her backpack off but Beca wasn't letting him get near it. "This really will be easier if you stop struggling darlin." He finally managed to get the bag away from Beca and made the dumb move of sticking his head near the unzipped hole.

Bella came flying out of the bag in a flurry of teeth, claws and fur. The dude tried to fight her off but Bella managed to get a decent hold of the guy's nose with her teeth and wasn't letting go.

"Awww, get it off me, GET IT OFF!"

"BELLA RUN!"

And Bella did. She leapt off the guy's face and hightailed it into the brush surrounding the road, disappearing from sight.

"Son of a bitch!" The leader drew his own pistol and started firing blindly after Bella. "You are going to pay for that, you little bitch!" He went to slap Beca but was stopped when a walkie talkie on his belt came to life.

"Jack what's going on? We heard gun fire?" came a distinctly feminine voice.

Jack reached down and grabbed the receiver. "We found some girl on the road and she tried putting up a fight."

"Is she still alive?"
"For now." There was a brief moment of silence before the reply came.

"Bring her in, Cleo wants to meet her, no excuses."

Jack cursed under his breath before turning to Beca. "Well it looks like it's your lucky day. But don't get your hopes up, things never end well for those that Cleo finds...interesting."

Beca was dragged into the small building that apparently used to be a biker club. Or at least that's what she assumed given the amount of leather jackets and literal dozens of bikes outside. She had been stripped of all her weapons and her hands were tied in front of her with a length of rope.

Jack and his goons marched her into the main room of the club acting like they had just won the lottery. Beca meanwhile was doing her best to scowl everyone into submission. It wasn't working very well.

"Well I assume this is the one? She's a tiny little thing, how did she manage to give you so much trouble?" A tall blond woman rose from the bar and made her way over to Beca. She was not unattractive but her hair was a bit stringy with hints of grey showing from the roots. If Beca had to guess this woman was pushing forty but she still moved with an almost feline-like grace, her stride showed all of her confidence and power.

'This must be Cleo,' Beca thought to herself as the woman leaned over to inspect Beca.

"Don't underestimate her, she packs a bit of a punch," Jack responded. "Plus she had some sort of feral pet with her."

Cleo took a step towards Jack and grabbed his face. She titled it side to side, examining the scratches and bite marks and gave what sounded like an appreciative hum. "Who knows Jack, the ladies might like you better with a few scars, although I doubt these will scar, they don't look deep enough." She gave him a light slap to the cheek and dismissed him and his goons. Jack tried to protest but a stern look from Cleo sent him scurrying to the far side of the bar.

That made Beca nervous, Jack might be an idiot and a scumbag but Beca didn't peg him as someone who rolled over easily. That meant that this Cleo person was not to be messed with. Too bad Beca tended to rebel against any and all authority figures.

Cleo turned to her and looked her over with a critical eye. Beca had a brief bout of deja vu thinking that she was back at her first Bella practice and Aubrey was complaining about her "ear monstrosities" again. Granted Aubrey hadn't been decked out in leather but the similarities were there.

"So little one do you have a name or am I just going to have to keep calling you little one?" Cleo asked.

"Beca," was Beca's curt response. Cleo cocked an eyebrow at her and moved to stand directly in front of Beca. She leaned in so that their faces were barely an inch apart.

"It might behoove you, Beca, to treat me with a little respect. I do after all hold your life in my hands. And one would think to maybe be a little more grateful that I didn't let Jack and his boys have their way with you." Cleo's words were cold and calculated, designed to make Beca uneasy.

"Yes, thank you so much." Beca really shouldn't be pushing this woman but she couldn't help it, the sarcasm came naturally and unfiltered. Cleo leaned back and smirked at Beca. Beca gave her an answering smirk before she felt the back of Cleo's hand fall across her face.

"That was a warning little girl. Try to talk back to me again and the punishment will be much worse." Beca lifted a hand to her face and touched where she had been struck. It stung quite a bit and there was a small trace of blood coming from her cheek. She looked at Cleo's hand and saw several rings. One of the rings was shaped like a skull and there was a small trace of blood on it.

"Now that we dealt with that we can get down to business. If you're as good a fighter as Jack says you are then I think there might be a position for you in my gang." Cleo walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Beca furrowed her brow at what Cleo said. When she was dragged in here an offer to join these people was probably the furthest thing from her mind. Cleo took a swig and moved back to Beca. "There's only one thing I need from you." Beca gave her a questioning look and Cleo continued. "Kneel before me and pledge yourself as my loyal servant."

Beca was stunned, did this woman really think it would be that easy to get Beca to join her? She stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face as Cleo started to circle her.

"Come now Beca, it's really not that bad of an offer. All you really have to do is go out looting and bring back a proper tribute for me. And in return you get a place to sleep, food to eat and plenty of alcohol to wash it down with." The rest of the gang lifted their various drinks and gave a cheer. "Plus if you ever need to satisfy a different urge we have plenty of slaves for that. I'm sure the men would be more than willing but we have plenty of women if that's more your thing."

Beca felt like she was going to be sick. These barbarians where keeping sex slaves locked up somewhere. There was no way in hell she would ever work for this nut job.

"And if I refuse?" she asked while looking for a way to escape. The odds were stacked against her but she would take down a few of these bastards before they got to her.

"Oh my sweet, naive little Beca. You really don't want to refuse." Cleo said it at just above a whisper as she leaned back into Beca's personal space.

"Hmm, yell in that case." Beca launched her bound fists into Cleo's face and turned to run for the door. The rest of the bikers all jumped up and started after her but Beca managed to get a head start. She burst through the main doors and made a beeline towards the bikes, with any luck she could steal one and get away. But just as she was about to hop on a bike an arm came flying out of nowhere and clothes lined her off the bike and she flew a good three feet before landing roughly on her side in the dirt.

She looked up to see a massive black guy standing over her. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall and was all muscle. Beca was pretty sure the dude's arm was bigger than her torso but that might be exaggerating a little bit. She saw that his arms were covered with various tattoos and he had what looked to be a tattoo outlining his skull all over his face.

"Well done Marcus, you managed to catch our little rat." Cleo appeared above her and squatted, grabbing a fistful of Beca's hair in her hand. "Think yourself a fighter do ya? Well there's only one place for trouble makers like you around here." She turned towards Marcus and barked out an order. "Take her to the pit."

Cleo turned her back and walked back into the bar while Marcus leaned down and hoisted Beca over his shoulder. He made his way around the building and started walking away from the club.

"Where are you taking me?" She didn't get a response, the big guy just kept moving.

Eventually they made it to a gaping hole in the ground. Beca assumed this was "the pit" and Marcus started to make his way over to a ladder leading down into the hole. Beca tried to struggle but she might as well have tried to wrestle a bear. Heck she might have had an easier time with the bear.

Once they were at the bottom Marcus moved towards what looked like a cell made out of a web of re bar. He put her down and pointed at her like an owner telling their dog to stay. Even if Beca wanted to make a run for it she probably wouldn't make it very far. Marcus reached for the rebar and yanked the entire cell wall from the earth as if it was nothing. He put down the wall and picked Beca up by her shirt and tossed her into the cell. He then picked the rebar back up and slammed it back into the earth. After giving it a test pull he was apparently satisfied that she wouldn't be able to escape. He made his way back over to the ladder and was soon gone from sight.

Beca looked around her cell she was trapped in and sighed. Things had definitely taken a turn for the worst. The cell she was in was completely made of dirt. Well mud really, as water was dripping from the ceiling and she could feel her boots starting to sink a little into the floor. She moved to the rebar wall and tried pushing against it with all her might but it didn't budge and inch.

"Ya sorry that won't work."

Beca jumped and let out a surprised squeak that she would later deny ever happened

"WHAT THE HELL...holy shit who the hell are you!?" A figure rose from the shadows and walked towards her. Beca took a step back but she hit the wall and stopped.

"Sorry didn't mean to startle you." The figure turned out to be a woman and she held up her hands as a truce. The woman was obviously of Native American descent. She had dark skin, high cheekbones, and raven black hair that was done in a braid. She was coated in a thin layer of mud but her smile still shone through the grime. She looked to be in either her late twenties or early thirties and was only about an inch taller than Beca. She reached out a hand in greeting and smiled.

"Hi, my name's Sam."

Sorry for the wait but I'd rather take my time and write it well than speed through and have it come out crappy. Also this chapter was originally just meant to be filler to get Beca from point A to point B but then it snowballed and here we are.

Hope you enjoyed it.