Nellie: Woe. Thanks. You've got me speechless.

Lily is my OC.

Warning: This may be a trigger chapter for some readers.

It had taken hours for her to find sleep and the second she did, loud noises woke her. Men were cheering somewhere above her. They continued to talk for another hour or so before everything got quiet. Hopefully they were passed out and she'd be left alone.

While she couldn't sleep she decided to mess with the handcuffs. Scraping them on the rock floor was not going to help but that was all she had so she continued.

Someone was walking in the hall outside. She threw herself back onto the mattress in the room and looked up at the mirror on the wall so she could see who entered.

The door opened to the room where she'd been and a small man crawled inside. Not the one she'd kicked in the head but someone even smaller, just barely taller than she was. Lily pretended to still be asleep when she heard him approach, but when the hand touched her back she responded quickly jumping into action. She grabbed his arm and threw him into the wall.

"Hey," he cried more shocked than anything. "I'm trying to help you."

"What?" she asked standing as defensively as she could with her hands constricted and bloody.

"I'm gonna get you outta here."

His green eyes were soft when he spoke making her want to trust him, but she was hesitant and reasonably so. This scenario was too good to be true and he was beautiful to top it off. It was the cliche rescue. The damsel in distress and the handsome knight in shining armor. His light brown almost sandy blonde hair shone in the dim light from the open door and was flipped to the side. He possessed the surfer look that had always caught her attention when the world was still alive. He was most certainly not Daryl but he had that face that one could not help but want to trust.

"My name's Stuart," he introduced himself.

"Lily," she said hesitantly and cautiously. A soft smile spread across his face showing her his freckles.

"Please let me help you."

"Why?"

"This is wrong. This whole situation is wrong. Please, come with me but we have to go now." He held out his hand to her. "Come on. The guy in charge is asleep now and we have to hurry. This is the only time I can help you."

One thing she had noticed was that this man had not been looking at her and she was in a tank top and underwear. "I need clothes."

"They are outside the camp hidden where you can change without anybody watching you."

"The cuffs?"

"I don't have a key. There isn't one. We have to go."

"Get me outta here."

"Come on." He took her hand and began to drag her through the halls. "We have to go now. The Boss is asleep."

'Boss? Not even gonna ask.'

"This place is big so stay close or you will get lost," he whispered.

The complex was dark as she followed Stuart.

"This way." His hand was warm in hers. It was at that moment she realized how much she missed the warmth of Daryl's hand on her back when he was ushering her around the farm or patting her face.

"Over here," Stuart called her. He'd run down a hall ahead of her as she zoned out thinking about Daryl. She ran quickly over to him and they sprinted across the intersection.

This complex was gigantic and underground she could tell. It was a giant maze and she was happy to know that there was someone with her that knew the way out.

"This way," he said leaning around the corner. He was about to pull her out when someone walked by. Stuart jumped back into the hall, pushed her into a corner throwing his hands on either side of her head to shield her with his own body.

His smile was sweet when he looked down at her as the man passed by.

"That was close," he whispered standing a little too close for comfort. She gave him a small smile to be kind. After all, this man was getting her out.

"He's gone." He took her hand again.

She followed him for another fifteen minutes before she began to get doubtful. This man wasn't helping her he was leading her on.

"Where are we going?"

"We're getting out of here."

"We've been running around for almost half an hour. There is no way in hell that this camp is that big without holes for walkers to get in."

He turned to face her and took her shoulders. "I've had to lead you around in circles because someone was always at the door, but we're close now you have to trust me."

"Then get me out of here," she hissed.

"Five more minutes, I promise."

For a few more minutes he lead her around before they reached the door.

She sighed with relief upon seeing the open door and made for it. Only a few steps were taken before she felt something on her arm.

"Is the coast clear?" Looking from side to side the coast was clear and she felt the hand on her back which urged her forward.

"Wait!" Stuart took her arm. "There's glass by the door."

"Why?"

"To keep living things out like wolves and coyotes."

'Or keep living things in,' Lily thought to herself. "How do I get out?"

"May I?" He gestured to carry her out of the compound in his arms. She nodded and he lifted her up.

Ten steps away the door was calling her. It stood there with open arms waiting to embrace her. The floor made crunching sounds, no doubt the glass. There it was, the door, and five steps before she reached it, it slammed closed.

Laughter filled her ears. It belonged to Stuart. She looked up at him and his eyes were smiling maliciously.

"You were so willing to escape you trusted a complete stranger."

"The last time I did that, I was rescued from a complete hell." In her head she thought that where Daryl had found her was not so bad compared to this place. She'd never been so right.

"Well, you did wrong." He placed her down on the ground on one of the stray shards. The step he took towards her made her take a step back into tinier pieces of glass.

She tried not to let her pain or disappointment show. "I can see that." She took another step back when he moved toward her.

'I'm cornered!'

"So while you're out here in the open with us, let's have a little fun..." A light clicked on above him shedding an orange glow over the room. She was completely surrounded. No less than twenty men filled the visible wall space all with smiles on their faces and more were leaning in the doors to catch a glimpse of her. Her heart fell.

"Please, forgive me," he said mockingly. "But there's something I must do before you're turned loose." He lunged for her and wrapped his hands around her neck pulling her in for a kiss. She bit his lip drawing blood getting her slapped into the glass.

"Not as sweet as I was expecting."

He took one final step towards her and she stepped back into the arms of a waiting spectator.