cemmia, Nellie and DaryDixonsLover: Hope this chapter is as good as the last one.

I tried to talk myself out of posting another chapter, but I couldn't. Here you go!

Lily is my OC.

The room reminded Lily a great deal of the room from Randall's compound. It was small and crudely built, but this one had only a table and chair to which she'd been tied. Hands behind her back. At least there was no mattress so this was just an interrogation room.

For at least two hours she flexed her hands trying to get circulation back to her fingers. All the while she could hear Glenn getting interrogated about where the prison was. After at least an hour and a half of hearing Merle beat the living daylights out of Glenn, she heard a snarling walker pass by her door. There were shouts and a scream of rage. The walked had been put in the room with Glenn and he'd won.

All the while, she cursed herself for not shooting Merle when she had the chance, but she couldn't going to hurt Daryl like that.

'God!' she thought to herself almost laughing. 'After all this…' She looked at the blood running down her leg. 'And I still don't have the guts to want to shoot him. Daryl would never speak to me again if I did.' She'd had it. Lily placed her feet on either side of the chair and forced herself to a standing position. She was forced back down three times before she was able to get her hands over the back of the chair.

Once she got off the chair, she leaned against the wall letting her arms rest before she slid to the floor and moved her hands under her butt.

As she continued to mentally beat herself up, she ripped the tape from her hands and tore off the bottom of her shirt to tie it around her bleeding leg. So much blood. It was like Randall's camp. No food. No company. No freedom. No strength. As she continued to think of all the things she didn't have, the door began to unlock. She ran to the wall behind the door and flattened herself against the wall.

A man walked in the room.

In a moment of brilliance, she threw the door into him and knocked him back into opposite wall. Moving around the door, she locked her fingers together and struck the man in the face before ducking her way out the door and making her way down the hallway blindly limping the whole way. She had no idea where she was but she knew not to go to her right. That's where Glenn was. She couldn't help them get out before that man caught up with them if they were in the same position as she had just been. She'd get out and come back for them or at least call for help.

From one of the rooms she heard Maggie shout. "Go! Just run!"

"Get out!" Glenn shouted from the end of the hall.

She found herself at the end of the hallway and faced with a decision to to left or right. Choosing right seemed the best option so she took off. It was not long before she found herself lost and could hear that man after her. All of this brought back memories of being in Randall's camp. The thin walls, she darkness in the air, being tied up. It all screamed to her you'll never get out and that terrified her as well as fueled her desire to escape. At least she still had her clothes and shoes.

When she heard rapid foot steps approaching, she couldn't slow down before she crashed into them. They reached out and grabbed her throat forcing her into the wall before dragging her back to that small interrogation room and throwing her to the floor.

"Well, I shall have to inform my men that some people are better escape artists than others," he said trying to make light of the situation that she'd just escaped.

His voice froze her where she lie on the ground.

"I'd appreciate it if you turned to face me while I'm talking to you," the man said turning to look at her over his shoulder. "That's very rude to ignore me."

Slowly she lifted herself to her feet and turned to face the second man from the cabin.

When he saw her he laughed out loud. "God. I thought you were dead months ago, Lily. Oh, hell. This is going to be exciting. How'd you get out?"

"I slid from the bed when you were gone and got my hands free. From there it was easy."

"There were two locks on the front door, honey. You didn't just 'get out' like that. Who saved you?" There was still a smile on his face which made her nervous to continue.

She paused before continuing. "Some guy walking through the forest. He looked in through the window and saw me. He came in and helped. Dead now."

"Don't lie to me," he said almost too calmly, the smile slowly fading from his face. "If you've forgotten, I've heard you lie before. Many times." The sinister tone in his voice made a shiver run down her spine remembering all the terrible things she'd had to do to make it to the next day. "I knew you'd remember all those lies you had to tell just to make it stop. Every lie hoping it to be the last time you'd see my face. Well, now I'm asking you nicely to tell the truth."

"Do you want to know what happened after you and the rapist left?" she asked.

"Yes." The calmness back in his voice.

"Your buddy was gone when I woke up after a particularly long night. I rolled over onto the floor. From there I stood up, opened the door and made my way into the kitchen. All the drawers were zip-tied shut so I couldn't get to a knife, but you left the fire stokers out. I crawled over there next, but when I got there, I heard rustling outside. Quickly, I pushed my way behind that ugly chair in the corner as someone entered the room. It wasn't a walker because they shot at me. The rest is history."

"Now, that's a story. What happened to the man who saved you? He still alive?"

"I never said it was a man who rescued me. And I hate being tied down. It's happened more than it should have, no thanks to you and your pal. I'm just always learning of the twisted things people enjoy doing to other human beings."

"Let's just be honest and assume it was a man who saved you, ok?" He leaned back in the chair and rested the butt of his knife on the table sticking the blade straight up. Lily remembered that knife all too well. Every time he'd walk in the room, he'd pull it out and cut the tape from her hands and ankles before using her. "See wasn't it easy to tell the truth?"

She cocked an eyebrow at the knife. "Here to cut me loose again?"

"Oh, you remember this?" He twirled the knife around in his fingers.

"Kind of hard to forget something that gave me partial freedom. Too late now, got myself loose."

"Someone stop you before you could finish?" he could see the smattering of scars on her wrists from his chair.

"No. Quite the opposite. These came from me trying to stay alive. And how do you expect me to forget what you've done? You also left scars. But those aren't visible," she said calmly. "You're not easy to forget."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Oh, I just remembered, what ever happened to John?"

"John?"

He sighed agitated. "The lumberjack..."

She looked away and smiled despite the situation. "He's dead."

His face remained unchanging. "That's too bad. Good guy. Great morals. Great taste in women..."

Lily scoffed.

"Please, speak."

"To you, maybe the guy had good morals, but to me he was an animal. You on the other hand I was not to harsh to in my mind. You obviously didn't care that much about him because you didn't even look for him." He smiled, but she quickly retorted. "That is only because you did not live there. Your visits were few. But I have lived in fear of you showing up again someday. The bad people in my life always have a tendency of showing back up."

"Am I really such a bad person?"

"Have you shown me otherwise?"

"Touché. On the other hand you seem to be quite a bit more talkative since the last time I saw you. You've gown stronger."

"How else am I supposed to protect myself? I'm not a good fighter."

"Get a nice strong man to take care of you..."

"Why does it matter to you if there's someone in my life or not? I could be a lesbian for all you know..."

"Are you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No, but seriously."

"You really want to know why I need to know?"

"Yes, I've been honest. Now, it's your turn."

"I need to know if I should keep you alive because if someone comes looking for you, I need leverage. I need a way out. A way of surrender."

"I knew it. No, there's no one. Just the person who died saving me and the people in the other rooms who you seem to be having a blast terrorizing."

"So you're telling me that when someone comes to save dear Maggie and poor Glenn that you would just be left behind?"

"If that's what allows them to be free then I'm all for it."

"Now, you're going to tell me where your people are."

"I'm not going to tell you anything."

"That's what I thought. At least it's not the silent treatment." He sighed. "I've been nice to you. You've told me the truth. I've told you the truth, now I just need you to answer one more question for me and I'll take you back to them."

"Only one?" she asked skeptically.

"Just one."